The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

There are many legends about Meng Jiangnu from her past life.

If Jiang Hua hadn't gone to the Great Wall to find a good man, Chang Shou might have thought it was just a coincidence, after all, there are at least eight hundred or a thousand Meng Jiang women in the world.

This Meng Jiangnu may not be the same as that Meng Jiangnu.

As for why Meng Jiangnu's husband wasn't named Fan Xiliang.

In fact, to escape the pursuit of the nobles of Qi, Meng Jiangnu's husband's family had changed their names and adopted the surname Fan.

Until the fall of the State of Qi.

That noble family from the State of Qi was wiped out.

They then changed their surname back.

But since he had gotten used to it, people who knew him didn't change how they addressed him.

Mentioning ginger flowers.

Although his expression was complicated, showing both heartache and anger, he did not feel the pain of a parent outliving their child.

Chang Shou understood that she was still unaware of Jiang Hua's death.

Come to think of it.

I felt a connection to Jiang Hua after her death because of our blood ties. It will probably take some time for the news to reach Pei County.

But there are some things I have to tell you.

Even if I don't tell her now, my second granddaughter will find out sooner or later.

But how should I say it? How should I put it?

I need to think about it carefully.

The sound of rustling footsteps could be heard.

Soon, two women and several teenagers entered the courtyard; they were the relatives and children of the second granddaughter's two grandsons.

They had never seen Changshou.

They only returned from the fields together after hearing that guests had arrived.

After glancing at Changshou, their gazes fell on the monkey.

Monkeys wearing clothes are a rare sight.

The children, in particular, blinked their eyes, their faces full of curiosity.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

"Hurry up and pay respects to our ancestors."

Chang'an quickly got up and introduced Changshou to his family.

They were shocked to learn that Changshou was their stepmother's stepfather.

This ancestor disappeared for ten years.

It is said that he went out to seek immortality and enlightenment with a monkey spirit.

Ten years have passed without any news.

They all thought this ancestor had died long ago.

Unexpectedly, he not only survived, but seemed to be doing quite well.

Ignoring his white hair, white beard, and gap-toothed appearance, he looks several years younger than his own mother.

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To see these descendants.

Chang Shou stroked his beard, his smile kind and gentle.

Elderly people always prefer to have many children and grandchildren and enjoy family life, and they themselves are no exception.

It only stops these desires.

Considering the joy of today's reunion, Changshou temporarily suppressed the news of Jiang Hua's death, planning to tell everyone tomorrow.

That day, the Jiang family courtyard was filled with joy.

Changshou sold a 60-year-old ginseng directly and left the money to the Jiang family.

That evening, the Jiang family courtyard was bustling with activity.

Chang Shou smiled as he enjoyed the filial piety of his children and grandchildren. Everyone, including the monkey, toasted and drank, creating a lively atmosphere.

The banquet ended at midnight.

Chang Shou did not use any magic to dispel his drunkenness.

He drank quite a bit of wine, and in his drunken state, Changshou lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

In a hazy state, Chang Shou felt as if he had entered a void.

A dense, eerie atmosphere permeated the air, with thick smoke billowing around.

Before he could investigate or ponder, a mournful and plaintive cry reached his ears.

The voice is erratic and its tone is unpredictable, yet it conveys genuine emotions that can move listeners to tears and send chills down their spines.

"Who are you, fellow Daoist, who has entered my dream?"

Chang Shou shouted a question in his dream.

Yes, it was a dream!!!

He realized he was in a dream, and the one who could enter his dream had to be at least a ghost immortal, otherwise, he would suffer a backlash.

The crying grew more and more piercing, and the sound grew closer and closer.

Chang Shou's fingers, hidden in his sleeve, twitched slightly, ready to strike at the slightest sign of trouble.

After a while.

A figure in white robes drifted in.

A beautiful figure appeared in Chang Shou's field of vision. Her body was stable, her soul was pure and clear, and she was surrounded by pure Yin energy. She was clearly a ghost immortal.

As the distance closed, the surrounding yin energy surged.

The white clothes gradually became clearer.

The newcomer had willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a delicate and pretty face, and a graceful figure. She looked to be around twenty-five years old, the most charming age for a woman.

If you want to look good, wear mourning clothes.

Her already beautiful face was made even more stunning by the white dress.

Most importantly—

This ghostly immortal is an acquaintance.

To be precise, it's a familiar ghost.

Even though ten years had passed and his features had matured, Chang Shou still recognized him. This ghost immortal was none other than his little granddaughter, Jiang Hua.

It was Meng Jiangnu, whom he suspected.

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"Are you Jiang Hua?"

Chang Shou inquired.

Despite the speculation, the question still needs to be asked.

"Indeed! Great-granddaughter greets Great-ancestor."

Congratulations to our ancestor on achieving the status of a Ghost Immortal.

Jiang Hua bowed gracefully.

His tone conveyed a long-lost sense of nostalgia, respect for his ancestors, and an undisguised joy.

Regarding the matter of his great-grandfather becoming a ghost immortal.

She was genuinely shocked.

I thought this ancestor died far from home, falling on the road to seeking immortality, but unexpectedly he actually cultivated into a ghost immortal.

Half an hour ago.

When she learned about this from the local earth god, she found it hard to believe. It wasn't until he made a solemn promise and she recalled her experience of becoming an immortal after death that Jiang Hua convinced herself that anything was possible.

She had her own destiny.

The ancestor had his own destiny.

Then came happiness.

At least with an additional ghost spirit in the family, one will still have an elder to rely on in the underworld, and will not be alone and helpless in the face of adversity.

As expected, I hadn't made a mistake.

Helping the girl up, Changshou remarked with no surprise:

"Alas, it seems I was right, you heartless girl are dead."

Jiang Hua bowed again, saying with remorse:

"The great-granddaughter is unfilial, causing the great-grandfather much worry."

Chang Shou waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these things, and then comforted him:

"Life and death are unpredictable, and you didn't want it to be like this. What's done is done, and no amount of regret can change anything. Tell me in detail what happened to you."

Why did he die?

And why did they ascend to heaven after death?

Jiang Hua nodded and explained:

"Ancestor, that day, I arrived at the Great Wall..."

As Jiang Hua recounted the story, Chang Shou gradually understood what had happened.

It turns out that Jiang Hua had arrived at the Great Wall four days earlier.

That Great Wall is the Qi-Lu Great Wall, which was built successively by the states of Qi and Lu. After the Qin state unified China, the Qin Emperor summoned laborers to repair and expand the Qi-Lu Great Wall.

The man who built Jianghua's Great Wall is this very wall.

However, she did not find Fan (Meng) Xiliang there. After some inquiries, she learned that Fan (Meng) Xiliang had died of exhaustion half a month ago, and his remains were hidden under the Great Wall.

Two years of loving relationship.

We've known each other for a year and a half.

Eight years of waiting.

……

Unexpectedly, what I received was devastating news.

Then I thought about my persistence and expectations over the years.

Jiang Hua burst into tears.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and eventually she broke down emotionally.

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Jiang Hua cried for three days and three nights on the Great Wall.

She shed tears of blood, and after three days without food or drink, she finally died in endless sorrow.

Although there was no miracle of the Great Wall collapsing from her tears, Jiang Hua did indeed have a stroke of luck.

She unwittingly cultivated herself into a ghost immortal.

After death, they were respectfully invited into the underworld by the local ghost messengers, which can be considered as another form of ascension.

A ghostly immortal enters the netherworld.

You can meet Yama, the King of Hell.

They are also qualified to serve in the underworld.

King Yama asked Jiang Hua for her opinion.

Jiang Hua said that she had fulfilled her duty to protect her husband's family during her lifetime and had a clear conscience, but she felt guilty towards her relatives. Therefore, she hoped to return to the area where her maternal home was located and serve as a local official in the underworld.

If it is an ordinary spirit, it can only serve in the underworld at the place of its burial.

But ginger flowers are ghost fairies.

In addition, the Jiang family ancestors had some connections in the underworld.

Therefore, Yama, the King of Hell, showed mercy beyond the law.

Jiang Hua returned to Sishui County through the Netherworld Passage and became Meng Po, the local underworld official.

Completed the onboarding process.

She then appeared to me in a dream.

[My family has connections to the underworld.]

After hearing the story, I realized this.

For a moment, Changshou didn't know whether to be happy or sad.