The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

His eyes snapped shut.

Do people really become ghosts after they die?

For some reason, the question that she had never dared to think about in detail suddenly hit Yu Jiao on the head.

Yu Jiao pinched the little mountain god snake on her wrist and repeated, 'Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You are wearing the Mountain God bracelet.' Then she opened her eyes again and turned her head.

Dabogong was standing there, also looking at Siunie.

Seeing her come back to her senses, he withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "My dear, Dabogong scared you."

One of my great-grandfather's eyes had to be removed due to an injury many years ago, and his eyelid is drooping. As he gets older, his face is wrinkled and he doesn't look very friendly even when he smiles.

But there was something of an old naughty boy's expression in his brows, who had played a successful prank when he was racing his car and threw a whole car of people upside down and then laughed out loud.

Yu Jiao suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.

She also glanced at the fourth uncle and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, what are you doing now...?"

Dabogong said mysteriously: "Yes, that's it. You can't say that word, otherwise everyone will see Dabogong."

Yu Jiao let out a small "wow".

His eyes swept over the middle-aged couple who were kneeling in the main room with tear marks on their faces. Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard the mountain god snake hiss.

"He lied to you."

Yu Jiao: "... Great Uncle!"

"Ouch, ouch," Feng Lan did not try to cover up the sound, so Dabogong also heard the little snake talking. The old man looked at it again and again in surprise, "In the past, the old people in the village said that there were mountain spirits and ghosts in the mountains. I always thought they were tricking children, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Dabogong, you yourself have become a ghost, why are you so surprised?

Besides, you are old and you are lying to children...

Yu Jiao was too tired to complain.

A few distant relatives not far away were talking about something and let out a low laugh. The main room was not big, so the sound naturally reached Yu Jiao's ears.

Glancing at the Great Grandfather God floating beside her, Yu Jiao thought to herself that it was because she couldn't see it, otherwise, let's see if you would dare to laugh.

She coiled up the little mountain god snake again and guessed that the reason she could suddenly see Dabogong was probably because of Feng Lan.

This is indeed the case.

Dabogong stayed beside her for a while and let out a long sigh - although it seems that ghosts should not breathe, he probably did it out of habit.

"The snake demon that my younger sister brought with her must be very sinister. I feel like Dabogong can stay for a while longer."

"Dabogong, where will you go after you leave?"

Yu Jiao became curious: "Is there really a hell? What about the ghost messengers, the black and white impermanence, the ox-headed and horse-faced demons?"

The little girl said this while looking around cautiously, with an expression that seemed like she was expecting but also a little afraid that she would actually find it, which made the old boy laugh out loud.

But Dabogong still refuted the rumor online: "Probably not."

He said: "It's just a feeling that once I take my last breath, I will automatically leave... It's a very mysterious feeling. I started to forget the past."

Yu Jiao was stunned, thinking, isn’t reincarnation just recycling?

First erase the memories of the previous life, then when you reincarnate again, you will have a brand new soul.

Dabogong said with some regret: "What a pity, what a pity, none of the children in the family are spiritual, and none of them inherited Dabogong's legacy..."

"My dear, you came back to the village too late. You haven't heard the story of Dabogong when he was young, right?" The cheerful old man floated around and began to brag about his troubles during his lifetime, "At that time, Dabogong went out alone to explore the city..."

Yu Jiao heard him talk about how he went from street to street to buy old things when he was young, which was actually to connect with fellow villagers to resist foreign enemies. He also said that he witnessed the rebirth of the old city with his own eyes, and that he saved a lot of precious old things with the experience he accumulated while walking from street to street...

The old man was beaming with joy, and even the wrinkles from his age could not hide his high spirits.

Most of the memories of a century have become blurred by the passage of time, but those that are still remembered clearly must have been poured with great emotion, perhaps love or something else. Yu Jiao's heart was moved by the old things in the old man's memory that recorded history.

"Want to see it in person?"

In a trance, a familiar voice asked her this, and she blurted out without thinking: "I want to!"

The mountain god snake hissed, and the old man who was talking in the middle of the conversation suddenly had an idea: "You are the mountain... Hahaha! If you want to see it, go and see it, little sister, go and see our beautiful mountains and rivers, and the long river!"

"It's a memory that will be forgotten anyway, little sister, you help Dabogong remember it!"

So it was all a dream.

The Maine Coon cat left behind in the yard lost contact with its host for a moment, but returned to normal the next moment. 778 muttered about why the main system was getting slower and slower, and meowed to Liu Sijia for food.

The fourth uncle brought an ordinary mountain runner, put on the robes pressed in the ancestral temple, and saw his old brother off. A sudden mountain wind blew up the paper ashes in the brazier, and they fluttered like butterflies that were wasting their lives.

The sound of suona started, the old friends chanted, and the children kowtowed again and again.

At this moment, only mourning music remained.

After the incense ash fell and he finished bowing and stood up, Yu Nian felt as if he was lost.

He lit the incense and handed it to the fourth uncle, saying softly, "Grandpa, please accept my condolences."

The fourth uncle who used to drive fast with sunglasses and a pipe looked at his grandson, then looked at his old brother who had become quiet and could no longer brag loudly with him, and snorted.

"What the hell, this is a happy funeral!"

"..."

In the crowd, Yu Jiao followed suit, bowed her head and stood up, her mind wandering.

Dabogong is still alive.

But he did not mention his great achievements in his youth: "My dear sister, you are the same age as my grandson. You are still young, so don't be afraid of death because of your great uncle."

"Death is nothing to be afraid of. What is terrible is to be helpless all your life and die an unhappy death."

"Dabogong's life was worth it."

When he was captured and tortured by the enemy while walking around the streets, Dabogong was not afraid of death. When he lost an eye, Dabogong was not afraid of death. Now that he has died of old age, he has nothing to fear, except...

"only?"

Yu Jiao subconsciously asked, wanting to know what regrets this amiable old man had, but she heard a mournful wail coming from the main room.

“——Grandpa!”

The girl's cry broke, and her tears shattered everything.

She knelt in front of the coffin that was almost nailed shut, and saw the old man for the last time. The loving grandpa would never open his eyes again. She teased her with a beaming face and said: Grandpa is lying to the child!

The coldness beside her suddenly disappeared, and in the flying ashes, Yu Jiao saw the great uncle patting the girl's head lightly.

"Good grandson, crybaby ugly cat."

"We agreed to hold a barbecue party during the Chinese New Year this year, and catch big fish from the river for you. Grandpa lied to the child..."

The farewell that could only be heard by one person and one god dissipated in the air. Great Grandfather finally got to see his most beloved grandchild, and the little grandson also saw his grandfather for the last time.

The sound of suona blew throughout Shoushan Village along with the autumn wind. Amid the mournful music, everyone sent Dabogong up the mountain.

The autumn wind blew back and forth, and blew across the thousands of acres of fertile fields at the foot of Ono Mountain.

The big white radishes were bulging and half of them were sticking out of the soil. The first batch of seeds sown by Yu Jiao brought a good harvest.