I Practice Taoism in Front of Buddha

Master passed away. Before he died, he asked me to go to Jinding Temple to become a monk. I had studied Taoism for nineteen years, but before I could fully master the swordsmanship and memorize the scriptures, I was pushed into Buddhism. On the day of my tonsure, all the eminent monks in the temple chanted sutras for me. When the razor fell off the last strand of hair, I heard the master say in my ear: "Chier, the golden body of Buddhism just warms and nourishes my Taoist spirit." Later I realized that there was more than just Master living in my body. The Taoist soul, the Buddhist golden body, and two hundred years of secrets all rested on me. Taoism and Buddhism want me to die, the monk in gray clothes wants my blood, but my master, does he want me to live, or does he want me to live for him?