The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 102 Paper-cutting General
The next day, the sun rose normally.

However, Uncle Jiu, who had slept all night in the ancestral hall last night, now had very obvious dark circles under his eyes:
"Half of our own? Our own people are our own people... What do you mean by half of yourself?"

Looking at the old uncle Seventh Uncle who was sleeping swaying on a recliner in the yard, Uncle Nine seemed a little depressed.

He did go to the underworld.

But apart from the words "half of our own" from the master, there was nothing else.

The question is what does it mean to be half one’s own?
To this end, he spent most of the night in the Ancestral Hall reading the many ancient books and secret manuals that he brought down from Mount Mao.

But in the end, nothing was found.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu had already gotten up, Song Feng stood up from the rocking chair unsteadily, and then said softly:
"Ah Jiu, you see I have three spiritual materials here, but I'm still short of a few pieces of colored paper."

"The horse thieves from the Five Immortals Gang are coming in full force. Just in case, I'd better prepare some defensive measures in advance..."

When he finished speaking, Song Feng chuckled and looked at Uncle Jiu in front of him. The hint was self-evident.

After hearing what the old man Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle was tough for a few seconds, and then he said stiffly:
"It's just a piece of colored paper, no more!"

The old thief is going too far. The spiritual materials were just caught last night, and he still has to contribute a bit to the colored paper.

It seems that this old guy is getting something for nothing?
But he couldn't refuse. After all, there were many dangers tonight, so he had to be prepared for the worst.

He always feels more at ease with this old guy around.

Thinking of this, I saw Uncle Jiu gnashing his teeth, and then a few words popped out of his mouth:
"Qiu Sheng, go and bring my knife and colored paper to Uncle Seventh!"

Qiu Sheng, who had already gotten up and was practicing the Yin-Yang Unity Method by drawing energy from the side, quickly ran over when he heard this:
"Okay, Master. I'll pick it right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng ran to the room where Uncle Jiu kept his collection of materials, and began to rummage through the drawers and cabinets.

Listening to the clanging sounds in the room, veins on Uncle Jiu's forehead throbbed, and he felt that he had no use for this disciple!

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu decided to give his apprentice a chance and prepared to give Qiu Sheng some advice:
"Qiu Sheng, be sure to pick out some good colored paper and give it to Uncle Seventh. Don't be too stingy!"

Uncle Jiu emphasized the word "Yidao" with a special emphasis, and even spoke it word by word at the end.

As if he was afraid that Qiu Sheng didn’t understand.

However, Qiu Sheng, who was looking for materials in the warehouse, heard Uncle Jiu say this and shouted happily:
"Master, please rest assured that I will do the job for you!"

Listening to his excited shouting, Uncle Jiu just felt his heart pounding.

It's because of you that I'm worried!

"Master, I found it! I found the good stuff you mentioned!"

Sure enough, after hearing Qiu Sheng’s happy shout, Uncle Jiu turned his gaze to the thing in Qiu Sheng’s hand.

He almost fainted when he saw this!

"Hiss... My last piece of Xuande gold-sprinkled imperial yellow paper, how...how did you find it?"

After he got the yellow paper, he kept it as a treasure and was reluctant to use even a single piece of it.

This is an antique, an antique!

I regret that I have to weave gold thread year after year, but only to make wedding dresses for others.

If he had known that Qiu Sheng would take out his yellow paper and waste it like the tiger skin, he would have squandered it lavishly.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu felt like his heart was bleeding.

Traitor! Traitor!
Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng chuckled, looking as if he was about to wave his sleeves and not take a cloud with him:

"I found this in the vermilion box at the bottom of the pile when I found the tiger skin last time."

"I didn't think of taking it out before because I didn't need it. This time, Master, I found it as soon as you told me. What do you think, Master? Did I do a great job?"

At the end of the speech, Qiu Sheng actually acted very complacent, as if begging for praise.

Looking at him like this, Uncle Jiu didn't know whether to call him stupid or say that he had a kind heart.

You have to take care of your own disciples.

I will endure!

After taking a deep breath, Uncle Jiu pretended not to care and said:
"Seventh uncle has three spiritual materials in his hand, and they should be matched with good paper. You can use this piece of yellow paper..."

Looking at the slightly forced smile on Uncle Jiu's face, Song Feng almost couldn't help laughing.

But he couldn't laugh at others since he already had the good stuff. He just endured it and coughed a few times.

"Hmm! Well, since your master has already given this knife paper to me, Qiu Sheng, you should bring it to me."

"By the way, don't forget to lend me your master's treasured brushes and cinnabar. Now that I have recovered some of my skills, I can also use some small spells..."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng happily placed the piece of yellow paper on the table next to his seventh uncle.

Then, he ran to the altar that Uncle Jiu often used, and took out the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as the aged cinnabar.
"Hehe... Uncle Seventh, please enjoy..."

All the old yellow paper that he had treasured had been given away by Qiu Sheng, and Uncle Jiu didn't care much about it anymore.

Let’s be spendthrifts, let’s all be spendthrifts.

What you cannot bring with you when you are born and cannot take with you when you die, use it all, use it all!

However, when he saw Qiu Sheng put everything on the table, Uncle Jiu snorted coldly:

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and practice!"

At this point, Uncle Jiu seemed to have remembered something and shouted into the room:
"Wencai, where is Wencai?"

"Why are you still lying in bed with your butt for so many days? Why don't you come over and practice with Qiu Sheng!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's shout, Wencai cautiously emerged from the house, then stood beside the yard and began to practice his skills to build his foundation:
"Master, I'm here, I'm here. I was just cooking in the kitchen. We can eat after we finish practicing..."

Looking at the people in the yard, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, then walked out of the charity cemetery with his hands behind his back:

"You guys practice well, I'm going to go to the town hall to discuss tonight's plan with the mayor and others!"

Night fell as expected.

When it was just getting dark, many villagers armed with swords, spears, and halberds had already hidden near the charity cemetery.

Even Awei from the Renjia Town Security Team was following Uncle Jiu around, busying around like a little apprentice.

If you don’t know, you would really think they are master and disciple!

And at this time.

Uncle Nine looked seriously at Uncle Seven who had been busy since daytime:

"Seventh Uncle, are you ready for the blessing?"

"If it really doesn't work, I'll let Awei take a few musketeers to block the rear. We must cut off their retreat tonight!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu sat in the courtyard with a majestic posture like a general.

Bonfires were lit nearby.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu, surrounded by the crowd, seemed to have an inexplicable majesty and momentum.

A face full of confidence and justice!

Looking at Uncle Nine in front of him, Song Feng nodded seriously while holding the vermilion brush:

"I have recovered well recently. With the combination of water and metal, I am no longer as alone as before." "I can participate in some things, and I am not as weak as before!"

When he said the last words, the scarlet light in his hand flashed like a ray of light, and it illuminated the eyes of the three paper figures!

"brush!"

"brush!"

"brush!"

Three rays of light suddenly lit up.

Then, I saw that the three very thin paper figures seemed to have spirituality.

As the saying goes, the finishing touch is the finishing touch.

Suddenly, these three dots of cinnabar played exactly these roles at this moment!

Seeing that it was Guan Gong, Qin Qiong and Zhang Fei who had woken up, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but become serious:
"I didn't expect that Uncle Seventh really has the ability to make a general out of paper cutting and turn his eyes into a spirit. The old man is really experienced!"

A plan was made long ago in the deep mountains to fish out the remnant of the Five-Directions God for future use.

Nowadays, paper cutting has become the finishing touch to make things more lively.

All these things, one after another, and his ability to think three steps ahead before taking one step is truly admirable.

He is indeed a veteran!
Moreover, although the remnants of the Five Gods have no intelligence, they are just some spirits whose thoughts have been shattered.

However, the remnant thoughts of ghosts and spirits that once received incense can be extremely good materials for summoning spirits for practitioners.

Although he does not practice the method of summoning gods.

But he also knew that if such a thought that had been blessed with incense was refined by a master, it could truly shine.

It’s even extremely durable.

After all, this kind of incomplete spirit that has been worshipped with incense is just half a god. Although it is not orthodox after being worshipped with incense and sacrifices, it is still considered a god.

This thing can be passed down from generation to generation if you master it.

If Simu knew that there was such a thing in the deep mountains near the charity cemetery, he would probably leave the zombies behind and run over here.

After all, there are very few sacrifices to the Wutong God that have been worshipped and worshipped in a wide range and have not been destroyed by the imperial court.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's praise, Song Feng nodded with a smile, and then pointed at the three paper figures:
"rise!"

Following his soft cry.

I only saw that the three generals painted with cinnabar that had just been spread out on the table stood up.

Wow~
The breeze blew the three paper people up.

Immediately afterwards, the three generals Guan Gong, Zhang Fei and Qin Qiong stood up facing the wind.

Take a closer look.

All I could see was that below each general there was a tall horse cut out of yellow paper, and both the man and the horse were about ten feet tall.

Qin Qiong held a pair of maces, Guan Gong held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and Zhang Fei held a Zhangba Snake Spear.

Although the three generals were only cut out of thin paper, when they stood in the courtyard, many villagers in the courtyard subconsciously took a few steps back.

"This general is so realistic!"

"When I saw the general standing up, I thought there really was a general coming to kill me..."

"..."

Seeing this sudden change, many villagers who had been standing nearby with swords in their hands were so scared that their legs went weak.

If you have never faced cavalry head-on, you don't know how terrifying it is.

Although this was only cut out of yellow paper, its terrifying power was even more frightening.

After all, these are all legendary generals!

Looking at the three generals, Song Feng gently tapped Guan Gong's paper figurine and then said:
"General, please show us some skills!"

Then he attracted the water and gold energies and gently exhaled his life energy towards the general:
"call……"

Under this breath of vital energy, Guan Gong's body seemed to swell up.

He charged at full speed on a tall horse cut out of paper, and then struck the locust tree in front of the door with a heavy blow:
"boom!"

There was a rumble.

This old locust tree, which was as thick as an adult's arm, was actually chopped off by the general's sword.

The Guandao that looked like it was cut out of paper now looked so sharp.

Ah Wei, who had been standing nearby, and his many younger brothers behind him could not help but feel their legs go weak:
"Hiss... So Seventh Uncle is so powerful?"

Looking at the tall paper man and then at the smiling Seventh Uncle, Awei was filled with fear.

Fortunately, he has always been very respectful to his seventh uncle, otherwise he would be really afraid that the general would cut off his head and take the reward when he was sleeping at night.

For a moment, everyone looked at Seventh Uncle with awe.

It’s so scary!

Seeing the strength of this general, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but praise him again and again:

"What a miraculous skill! What a miraculous skill!"

"Using a paper figure to fight against solid wood, even if it is just a magical object, it can be considered a powerful warrior."

In the spiritual world, he has rarely seen anyone who can master the art of paper cutting to this level.

It can really be said to be miraculous!
After hearing Uncle Jiu's praise, Song Feng nodded calmly to the three generals:
"receive!"

As he chanted, he put it away.

Immediately afterwards, General Guan, who had just displayed his mighty power, was seen rolling in the air, and then turned into a scroll of paper and fell down.

Not only General Guan, but also Zhang Fei and Qin Qiong who were guarding beside him also turned into paper rolls and fell into the hands of Seventh Uncle.

It seems to have a natural beauty.

After putting the three scrolls into his sleeves, Song Feng shook his head, seemingly not caring too much:

"The incompleteness of those three incomplete spirits is too severe. If we want them to last long, we must unite them into one and sacrifice a divine general."

"For now, I will just temporarily stimulate their spirituality and lend them a breath of my life force."

"To be honest, it's not really a noble orthodox way, it's just some tricks to get by..."

These three divine generals seem magical, but in the end, they are only supported by their own vital energy and magic power.

It may be powerful but it is ultimately just some tricks. Not only is it not beneficial to the cultivation of life, it may even shorten one's lifespan. It cannot be regarded as the righteous way!

After hearing the indifferent tone of Seventh Uncle, it seemed that he really thought this was just a small trick.

Not to mention that Awei Qiu had given birth, even Uncle Jiu's face froze.

That's all... you think this is a small trick?
(End of this chapter)