The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

"Their methods have finally become a bit stronger..."

Su Chen's eyes shifted, and his gaze fell on the table in the east wing.

On the wooden table lay a tattered, brownish-yellow book.

These are the things he found at the market over the past two days in order to increase his options.

A widely circulated folk art called paper-cutting is a heretical and unorthodox practice!

This refers to a Taoist practice of cutting and enchanting paper figures, and controlling them to do things.

He couldn't find the proper Taoist methods in a short time; only these sinister and unorthodox methods were easier to find.

Considering that there were very few methods available, Su Chen didn't complain and picked up the paper-cutting technique to observe it.

As soon as he started reading, he noticed the difference. He didn't find the content of paper cutting obscure at all; he understood it almost immediately.

What's lacking is hands-on practice!

Thinking of this, Su Chen looked towards the door and ordered, "Xiao Tao, prepare a pair of scissors and some yellow paper for me."

Outside the door.

Xiao Tao, who was squatting on the ground and looking at the sunset on the horizon, was stunned for a moment, and then sighed inwardly.

"Sigh, the young master has gone crazy again..."

She sighed deeply at the thought that the once dazzling young master, who had scorched everyone around him, was now idle and obsessed with the useless philosophy of Taoism.

The once dazzling young master is gone, replaced by a young master poisoned by the pursuit of immortality.

Xiao Tao quietly went to prepare the yellow paper and scissors.

Not long after, she bought a pair of scissors from a nearby stall and a stack of yellow paper from a paper-making shop that served funerals.

Xiao Tao's actions were naturally seen by the servants, Zhang's father Zhang Shanhai, and others.

Immediately, the servants were abuzz with gossip, and the old father, Zhang Shanhai, lamented the misfortune of his family.

Mother Xu wiped her eyes with tears.

Seeing his elder brother's actions, Zhang Xing was secretly pleased, even somewhat contemptuous and looking down on his elder brother.

My brother has really gone mad!

……

A moment later.

In the east wing.

Su Chen took scissors and yellow paper and tried to cut out a small paper figure.

Soon, it was evening.

After sending Xiao Tao away, Su Chen darted away and quietly slipped into the mass grave.

Before they knew it, it was the evening of the second day, around 7 PM.

[Paper-cutting basics, Comprehension +2]

[Minor Mastery of Paper Cutting, Comprehension +3]

【Name: Su Chen (15 years old)】

Lifespan: 103

[Innate Talent - Comprehension: 141 (Exceptional Talent Among Men)]

【功法:草上飛（大成1%）、伏虎拳（大成1%）、清虛養元決（大成1%）、五禽戲（大成1%）、吐納術（入門56%）】

【Taoist Methods: Paper Cutting (Minor Success 1%), Fleeting Bloom and Imperfection (29%) (Beginner 99%)】

[Realm: Taoist (28%) 289 years of Taoist cultivation]

Outside Guobei County.

In the pitch-black wasteland.

Su Chen mentally controlled the thumb-sized yellow paper figure, which ran around and danced wildly on the ground.

That's all.

Even a novice paper-cutting artist can only go this far, but...

With a thought, Su Chen directly channeled a vast amount of his cultivation into the small yellow paper figure.

Boom!

A qualitative change occurs in an instant!

In an instant, the little yellow paper figure swelled up in the wind and became a life-sized yellow paper figure, just like a Yellow Turban Warrior.

Light-footed and incredibly strong!

The Yellow Turban Warrior slammed his fist into the ground with a loud thud, creating a crater nearly ten feet deep.

"Not bad, but unfortunately, a minor level of paper-cutting skill can only control ten paper figures..."

Su Chen felt somewhat regretful.

Of course, although he could only control ten yellow paper figures, he also had seventy or eighty spare yellow paper figures in his pockets. If a paper figure was damaged, he could replace it with a new one at any time.

After testing the paper-cutting technique, Su Chen waved his sleeve, and the Yellow Turban Warrior quickly shrank back into a small yellow paper figure, floating back into his sleeve.

Looking at the sky, Su Chen murmured, "It's about time..."

It's 8 or 9 pm now, and there's not much time left until midnight.

The words of the ghost bride, spoken three days ago, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

At midnight, the ghost bride will lead the wedding procession to welcome him!

However, he was the prey before, but now, that may not be the case!

Su Chen smiled slightly.

He instantly mastered the almost supernatural Taoist arts, achieved minor success in paper-cutting, and possessed nearly three hundred years of Taoist cultivation!

He'll be able to give that ghost bride a surprise right away!

Next, all that's left is to wait for the ghost bride!

With a single step, Su Chen's figure instantly rose into the air, gliding towards the mass grave like a falling leaf.

……

"Master, what are we doing at this mass grave?"

"The yin energy here is so strong, it makes me uneasy..."

The young monk wore a faded gray robe with slightly short sleeves that revealed his thin wrists, and straw sandals that rustled as he walked.

Huizhen was filled with doubt.

Beside him, an old monk wore a dark-colored robe, the edges of which were worn and worn, but it was very clean.

“My disciple, the yin energy here is unusual, and I suspect that a ghost king has been lurking here for a hundred years. I have come to investigate.”

"Venerable Master Jingming said solemnly."

The words were spoken.

Huizhen, who was still puzzled, couldn't help but gasp, "A hundred-year-old ghost king?"

The next second, he looked terrified and said, "Master, you actually brought me to find the Hundred-Year-Old Ghost King?"

"Buddha above, if we encounter that hundred-year-old ghost king, we're doomed!"

Huizhen was extremely flustered.

That's a hundred-year-old ghost king. With him and his master looking like two or three little cats, they would surely die if they encountered him!

As a disciple, how could he not know his master's abilities?

At most, they might chant some scriptures and use Buddhist implements to help ordinary little ghosts pass on.

With a loud bang.

The old monk Jingming reached out and gave Huizhen a hard tap on the head. "You brat, I only said I was here to investigate, not to confront that Ghost King!"

As he spoke, his expression was extremely solemn.

As his master, he naturally understood better than Huizhen the terror of the hundred-year-old ghost king in the mass grave.

If they were to run into each other, the two of them would be doomed.

Fortunately, this time it was just a distant investigation.

The old monk Jingming sighed inwardly.

If a ghost king with over a hundred years of cultivation were truly born in this mass grave, he really couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

If it really happens, not only will the nearby villages suffer, but the entire Guobei County may also be dragged into the disaster.

That will be a very serious matter!

Chapter 19 Marry me!

The graves are layered and dilapidated, crooked and crooked, overgrown with weeds up to their knees, and withered trees stretching towards the sky like ghostly claws.

As the night breeze passed, the paper money fluttered, drawn by an invisible force, slowly swirling around.

A bright red sedan chair sat silently, surrounded by paper figures of men and women, and ghostly figures.

The ghost bride sat in the red sedan chair.

Her phoenix crown was worn askew, her pearls and jade covered in dust, and her red wedding dress was a dark color, like congealed blood, but the hem of the dress trailed to the ground without being stained with dust.

Her face was deathly pale, her features still faintly retaining their former beauty, but her lips were bluish-black, and her eyes were empty and dark like a deep well.

Jiang Yirou gently lifted her bluish-red lips, revealing a tender and affectionate gaze.

"Husband, don't worry, I'm coming to find you..."

Recalling the boy in the moon-white clothes who she had taken a liking to three days ago, a look of satisfaction and greed flashed in her eyes.

Not only is the other person handsome, but his body is also full of essence and yang energy. If she could absorb all of his essence and yang energy to cultivate, her cultivation level would definitely increase greatly!

After that, even if they reached several miles away, the old witch tree demon in Lanruo Temple was still no match for them!

After absorbing the young man's essence and yang energy, his handsome soul could remain as an appendage and companion, which was truly killing two birds with one stone!

Soon, that young man will be hers!

An eager look appeared in her empty, deep phoenix eyes.

She hadn't even considered whether the other party would resist.

That young man, though he possessed some cultivation and spiritual power, was still far inferior to her!

She possessed nearly two hundred years of cultivation, so no matter how much that young man resisted, he couldn't break free!

Escape was out of the question; with the red rope she had tied, she could find the young man no matter where he ran!

To become her spiritual nourishment and her husband—that was the young man's ultimate destiny!

Jiang Yirou smiled softly, a sinister smile of impatience and determination curling at the corners of her mouth.

She glanced at the sky and raised her hand.

The wedding procession began with the suona horn, a joyous tune that carried an inexplicable sense of melancholy, as if it were both a wedding and a funeral.

A musician, dressed in wedding attire and with a pale, bloodless face, led the way, playing the suona.

A dozen or so people carrying red lights with the character "囍" followed behind.

White paper money was scattered and drifted in the wind, giving off an eerie feeling.

Eight paper figures, their faces stiff and pale, possessed by evil spirits, moved lightly and silently, carrying a red sedan chair out of the mass grave.

……

The outer perimeter of the mass burial site.

The Venerable Master Jingming and the young monk Huizhen carefully searched the mass grave for any trace of the Hundred-Year-Old Ghost King.