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

Jiang Hua is a junior member of the family and is a woman who married out of the family.

Logically speaking, even if she held a funeral at her parents' home, it shouldn't have been a big affair.

But who made her a ghost fairy?

The funeral lasted for seven days.

Fortunately, as the ancestor of the Xuan family, Changshou was not subject to too many restrictions. During the day, he mostly stayed in his room and did not go out. At night, he received Jiang Ziya's teachings in his dreams.

The long-standing problem has been resolved.

If Bodhi Patriarch's acceptance of him allowed this stone buried under the mud and sand to see the light of day again, to be illuminated by the sunlight, and to become part of the clear water, then Jiang Ziya's teachings, like flowing water, smoothed this stone.

In just seven nights, he saw a different kind of scenery.

Although his magical power and cultivation level did not increase, his spiritual practice improved, and he saw the path ahead more clearly.

He could stay still, but the monkey couldn't stay idle.

During the seven days of mourning, Sun Wukong went out early and returned late, frolicking in the nearby mountains, and fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

This matter is settled.

Chang Shou used his magic to ripen the fruits and vegetables in the Jiang family's backyard, and left behind a ginseng plant before departing amidst Chang An's lingering gaze.

The man and the monkey did not immediately return to Fangcun Mountain.

Having finally come back, Changshou wanted to visit his other two granddaughters.

Chixian is the closest to Peixian.

Chang Shou went to see his granddaughter first.

The space rippled.

They stood before a clear stream.

The man and the monkey each made a water-avoiding spell and stepped into the stream. Soon they arrived at the Qinghe Dragon Palace.

It is said to be the Dragon Palace.

It's actually just a two-courtyard house.

It was enveloped by a light dome that resembled an inverted bowl.

Green bricks and tiles, pavilions and towers, fragrant flowers and lush trees.

Without glazed tiles and golden walls, it cannot be described as magnificent.

Without bright pearl lanterns and coral forests, it cannot be described as splendid and magnificent.

It appears to have a reasonable layout and a beautiful appearance, possessing its own unique charm, much like the mansion of a worldly wealthy merchant.

A man and a monkey appeared in front of the Dragon Palace.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals guarding the gate immediately surrounded them, holding sharp spears and swords, their eyes wary, their expressions cautious, and their tone strange yet speaking human language.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into the Dragon Palace?"

Their attention was more focused on Sun Wukong.

There were many people from nearby villages, but they didn't find it strange. Even if someone had the ability to come to the Dragon Palace, they would only be surprised.

Monkeys that can become spirits are rare, and monkeys that dare to come to the Dragon Palace are even more unprecedented.

Chang Shou took out a token and handed it to a shrimp soldier who was as thin as a rake, and introduced himself:

"I am Changshou, the father of the Dragon Consort. I am returning to my hometown to visit relatives. I would be grateful if you two could inform me of my presence."

These words were spoken.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals—I was skeptical.

Looking at the tokens in their hands, they immediately stood at attention, their eyes showing a newfound seriousness.

As gatekeeper spirits, they naturally recognized the Dragon Lord's token and realized that the Dragon Consort was indeed of human origin, with an uncle who had run away from home ten years ago in search of immortality and whose whereabouts were still unknown, causing quite a stir back then.

They couldn't help but believe the visitor's identity to some extent.

The shrimp soldiers bowed and scraped, showing more caution and respect towards Changshou and the monkey.

The short, stout crab general then swaggered over to the Dragon Palace to report to the Dragon King.

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Soon, footsteps could be heard.

A dragon-headed, human-bodied figure emerged, leading a large group of fish and carp spirits; the leader was none other than the Qinghe Dragon Lord.

He was nine feet tall, dressed in brocade robes, exuding an air of nouveau riche nobility, and walked with his head held high and chest out, swaggering like a dragon and a tiger.

In addition, he was carrying a pimp in his right hand.

Standing three feet tall, with beady green eyes and a mustache, he was Chang Shou's other familiar demon, the grandfather of that simpleton.

It's likely that the Dragon King was annoyed by his slow pace and the resulting delays, which is why he offered his help.

Upon seeing Changshou, Qinghe Dragon King was overjoyed.

He tossed the pimp aside, took two quick steps, walked out of the palace gate, cupped his hands in a junior's greeting, and said in a friendly manner:

"The grandson-in-law pays respects to his grandfather."

Ten years have passed, and my father has become even more vigorous and robust.

Judging from my father's current appearance, it seems he has achieved his wish and made progress in his cultivation.

A kind smile bloomed on Chang Shou's face.

"Good son-in-law, please get up quickly."

"I've simply had a stroke of luck."

The Dragon King of Qinghe's gaze fell on the monkey.

Upon seeing this, Chang Shou immediately explained:

"This is my good friend, named Sun Wukong. Don't underestimate him because his cultivation is still shallow. He is exceptionally talented and blessed with great fortune. He will surely achieve great things in the future."

He addressed me as someone of the same generation, and we were very close friends.

"When you see him, it's as if you're seeing me. From now on, you shall call him Uncle Sun. You must treat him with reverence and not be negligent, otherwise, I will not forgive you."

Qinghe Dragon King was stunned.

I never expected my grandfather to value this monkey so much.

He respects his grandfather because he cherishes the Dragon Princess and extends that respect to her, but what is this monkey anyway?

Qinghe Dragon Lord did not take it seriously.

But to save face for his father, he didn't show it, and just went through the motions of politely bowing to the monkey.

"Since he is my father's good friend, he is also my elder."

Junior Liu Jiutian pays his respects to Grand Uncle Sun.

"Of course, of course! You are too kind, son-in-law."

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

Although he was also called "Grand Uncle" by the Jiang family, this was the first time he had been addressed as such by the Dragon Lord, and the feeling was particularly refreshing.

Chang Shou smiled at this scene.

Monkeys respond better to gentle persuasion than force.

The higher the status of the person who flatters him, the more likely he is to lose his bearings.

The title "Uncle Sun" has hit the nail on the head, so how could he not be overjoyed and beam with delight?

This feeling is similar to that of an ordinary person who hadn't yet made it big in a past life being called "Dad" by a rich and handsome man.

However, Changshou did not expose this matter.

Qinghe Longjun is one of our own.

He naturally hoped that his grandson-in-law could curry favor with the monkey.

of course.

Chang Shou also noticed his grandson-in-law's perfunctory attitude.

He neither confirmed nor denied this.

The grandson-in-law of the youngest daughter is the Dragon King of Qinghe, and he wields considerable power in the surrounding area.

He knew that he was just an ordinary person in the Dragon King's eyes, and the Dragon King only gave him some face because of his granddaughter.

It would be strange if he could make the Dragon King of Qinghe treat Sun Wukong with utmost respect and genuine reverence with just a few words.

It's already good enough that we can maintain proper etiquette at the moment.

Sun Wukong also saw this, so he didn't expose it either.

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The entrance is not a place for lingering conversation.

The Dragon King of Qinghe quickly invited Changshou and Sun Wukong inside for a detailed discussion.

At the entrance of the Dragon Palace, the turtle herder, who had just managed to turn over and recover from his dazed state, was kicked away again by the Dragon King, tumbling like a cartwheel into the depths of the Dragon Palace.

Then he knelt before a beautiful figure.

It was Chang Shou's youngest granddaughter: Chang'e.

As she saw her beloved father approaching, her eyes welled up with tears of excitement. When she saw the pimp blocking her way, she kicked him.

The turtle, still reeling from his dizziness, immediately rolled to the side.

Looking at his granddaughter's still youthful figure and her increasingly beautiful face, Chang Shou's old eyes instantly filled with tears.

Chang'e was even more tearful, like a pear blossom in the rain.

I couldn't stop the tears.

When the grandfather and grandson met, they were speechless for a moment.

I don't know what to say.

Both the monkey and the Dragon King of Qinghe remained silent.

Sun Wukong scratched his head. Although he had experienced this scene once before in Jiangjia Village, he still couldn't stand it and couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks.

The Dragon King of Qinghe looked at his Dragon Consort with a smile, his dragon face showing both happiness and heartache.