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

My great-granddaughter died young.

Logically, I should be sad.

She then turned misfortune into good fortune, becoming a ghost immortal and the Lady Meng Po of Sishui County, in charge of guiding the spirits of the region.

Logically, I should be happy.

But it's also a bit unfair.

This is truly a difficult situation!

After Jiang Hua finished telling her story.

Chang Shou also composed himself.

"Did you come to say goodbye in this dream?"

"Exactly."

Jiang Hua frankly admitted this, and explained:

"My great-granddaughter originally wanted to appear in my grandmother's dream, but my great-grandfather was there, so she asked the local earth god for help, and that's how I was able to enter my great-grandfather's dream."

Chang Shou nodded and asked again:

"Meng Po holds a high position and wields great power."

Her status was above the Four Judges and the Ten Ghost Generals. Even the Ten Kings of Hell, the Lord of Mount Tai, and even the Emperor of Fengdu would have to give Meng Po on the Bridge of Helplessness some face.

Each of the four continents in the world has its own underworld.

In each continent's underworld, there are seventy-two Meng Po, which corresponds to the number of Earthly Fiends.

Even if you become a ghost immortal, you are still in the initial stage, lacking sufficient magical power and realm. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for you to serve as Meng Po, the lowest-ranking person.

Just who is the powerful backer of the Jiang family that would allow a fledgling ghost immortal like you to ascend to the position of Meng Po?

Jiang Hua did not hide anything from her ancestors.

"Xuanzu is considered family."

There was nothing to hide about the great-granddaughter.

A century ago, the ancestors of the Jiang family fled to this place, hiding their identities until more than twenty years ago when they renamed it Jiangjia Village.

Chang Shou nodded slightly.

I am aware of this matter.

This village used to be called Jiangjia Village, and it was renamed more than 20 years ago.

Jiang Hua continued to explain:

"At that time, the Chiang family changed back to their original name."

Not only because decades had passed and the turmoil had gradually subsided, but also because the State of Qi was in decline and its power was waning. The Qi royal family was so engrossed in enjoying wealth and luxury that they had no time to attend to anything else.

Furthermore, the relationship between the states of Chu and Qi was tense and gradually deteriorated.

The elders are so careful.

This is because the ancestor of the Jiang family was the ninth-generation descendant of Jiang Taigong.

Nine is the extreme number.

In the past, Tian Chen usurped the throne of Qi.

The Jiang family bloodline was hunted down and never recovered. They lived like stray dogs, constantly on the run, never knowing where their lives would end.

Until the birth of the ninth generation descendant.

The old man who had been cultivating in the underworld for hundreds of years foresaw the opportunity to change his fate and appeared in a dream to his ninth-generation descendant. That's why our ancestor traveled thousands of miles to this place, settled down in the wilderness, married, had children, and that's how Jiangjia Village came to be today.

It was my great-grandfather who put me in this position.

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[Jiang Taigong? ??? Jiang Ziya!!!]

Yes! The ancestors of Jiangjia Village came from the State of Qi.

If he were merely an ordinary nobleman, a member of the common Jiang clan of Qi, why would he still need to hide his identity? After all, the Tian family had already secured their position in the Qi royal family.

……

[It turns out my in-laws are Jiang Ziya]

Realize this.

Chang Shou paused in stroking his beard.

It's hard to believe that an unremarkable village like Jiangjia Village is connected to the legendary Jiang Ziya.

Looking at the slightly smug ginger flower.

Chang Shou smiled and said:

"You're a lucky girl."

His tone was full of joy and emotion, without any jealousy or sourness.

Jiang Ziya was good, but Bodhi Patriarch was even better, and the Monkey King was not bad either.

Besides, Jiang Hua is family.

Rounding down, Jiang Ziya was considered his predecessor.

The ginger flower finally smiled slightly.

She blinked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and giggled.

"This time, my great-granddaughter's life has turned around. She has turned bad luck into good. I not only have the support of my great-grandfather, but also the protection of my great-grandfather."

You two are truly the great-granddaughter's blessing.

Chang Shou squinted his eyes, clearly enjoying the gesture.

"You've got a sweet tongue, girl."

"It's all thanks to the excellent teaching of our Ancestor and Great Mother."

Ginger flowers smile like flowers.

Xuanzu continued to listen attentively.

Knowing that this ancestor was engrossed in conversation, her eyes deepened, and she continued to recount what she knew.

Before returning, the great-granddaughter met with that great-grandfather ancestor.

He once said—

The Jiang clan prospered because of him, and it also fell because of him.

Years ago, he became a disciple of Kunlun Mountain.

After only two hundred years of cultivation, he showed signs of advancing to the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness Realm, and even had the hope of obtaining the Dao Fruit of Immortality.

When he first entered Kunlun, the Celestial Venerable predicted his fate, saying that he had the talent of a celestial being but not the destiny of one, and that only by attaining immortality could he live a long and carefree life.

But the old man said he didn't believe in fate.

He became a disciple of the Jade Purity Sect, entering the orthodox path of the immortal sects and cultivating the Great Luo Orthodox Dharma.

That is why he was well aware of the difference between a Great Immortal and a Heavenly Immortal.

Even if one achieves immortality, it is like duckweed floating on water; one still needs the support of incense offerings and regular consumption of rare and precious herbs to live for tens of thousands of years.

Once one cultivates this skill, one can live a long and prosperous life, living as long as heaven and earth, and sharing the same age as the sun and moon, with blessings continuing year after year.

Therefore, the patriarch relinquished his divine status.

Jiang Hua sighed.

Even if she doesn't understand cultivation.

He only became a ghost immortal because he was so sad.

However, due to her great-grandfather's journey to seek immortality and her aunt's special experiences, she was somewhat influenced and would pay more attention to legends of gods and immortals in her daily life.

In addition, when I met my great-grandfather, he gave me simple answers to my questions.

Jiang Hua knows how rare it is to become a god.

He had a stroke of good fortune and became a ghost immortal, while immortals are two ranks higher than ghost immortals, with human immortals and earth immortals in between.

Therefore.

Jiang Hua could hardly understand the feelings of her great-grandfather.

It's just a pity, otherwise, our family would have gained another divine ancestor.

I can understand Chang Shou to some extent.

Different altitudes offer different scenery.

Different perspectives lead to different horizons.

For ordinary people, even the lowest level of ghost or immortal is a blessing.

For a prodigy like Jiang Ziya, they disdain ghost immortals and human immortals; earth immortals are the minimum acceptable level, gods are normal performance, and celestial immortals are the ultimate goal.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

It's understandable that people might not understand ginger flowers.

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Changshou didn't interrupt rashly, nor did he lecture Jiang Hua in a way that was easy for him to understand. Instead, he continued to listen attentively.

Ginger flowers lived up to expectations, slowly recounting their story:

"Grandmaster Taigong devoted himself to cultivation."

When the time was right, he resolutely broke through the bottleneck and entered the realm of refining spirit and returning to emptiness; it took him another hundred years to climb to the peak of this realm.

When the three flowers converge at the crown of the head, sexual function is perfected, without any flaws or omissions.

At that time, his confidence soared.

I believe that the celestial deity's predictions may not be true.

He believed he could seize that glimmer of hope, achieve immortality, and enjoy a carefree life.

For the next several centuries, he traveled the world, slaying demons and monsters, helping the needy and relieving the distressed, constantly accumulating merit and virtue, hoping to break through his bottleneck and enter the realm of returning to emptiness and uniting with the Dao through his merits.

Chang Shou nodded.

Becoming an immortal is never easy.

Not to mention celestial beings who live forever.

One must accumulate 1,200 good deeds to barely qualify for a place in the first rank of immortals.

Good deeds are merit.

It's not just about doing good deeds.

Merit is mysterious and profound, and wondrous beyond measure.

Although it cannot directly improve the cultivation level of living beings, it can subtly change their fortune and destiny.

Moral support from many, scant support.

To some extent, it refers to merit.

Any living being that accumulates enough merit will receive great blessings.

The saying that a person who has been virtuous for three lifetimes can become a ghost immortal, a person who has been virtuous for six lifetimes can hope to become a human immortal, and a person who has been virtuous for ten lifetimes can hope to become an earth immortal is exactly like this.