"Ah...... This bowl ......"

A Chinese picked up the cracked porcelain bowl on the ground, which looked like an antique. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is the body of that monster just now......

Wu Ming explained slightly, who knew that the people around him seemed to be frightened: "This ...... This is Fu Fushen! You should send it to the shrine as soon as possible, and ask the priest to retreat......"

The countryman was even more frightened, looking at the bowl in his hand, he couldn't throw it, he didn't throw it, he didn't throw it, for fear of being cursed.

"God?! Oh...... What did He claim to be the Destiny of Him...... This life seems to be the honorific title of a god, right? ”

Wu Ming asked a few more questions, only to find out very speechlessly that this street goods were really one of the eight million gods of Fusang, known as the god of mourning.

"Yin and Yang Miscellaneous Records" has a cloud: "After a hundred years, the utensils have to be turned into elves, deceiving people's hearts, and the world calls them the god of mourning." ’

This means that once ordinary old brooms, old umbrellas, broken bowls and basins and other things are left unattended for a hundred years, they will absorb the essence of heaven and earth, accumulate resentment, or feel spiritual power and obtain souls, turn into monsters, and harm the world.

Therefore, there is a custom in Fusang, that is, on the eve of the beginning of spring every year, families remove old household items and dispose of them on the roadside, which is called soot sweeping. In this way, you can avoid the disaster of losing the gods by less than a year and less than a hundred years.

Therefore, the ontology of the god of mourning, the eight achievements are a series of embarrassing things such as old pots and pans, broken umbrellas and broken paintings.

It's just that Dongying people advocate animism, and such a street-fighting product is also among the eight million gods, which makes Wu Ming extremely speechless.

Of course, when things are done, the remuneration still has to be collected.

Wu Ming immediately put away the money bag that the old warrior respectfully handed over, and walked back to Numata City slowly.

"It's not bad to come out and relax after practicing every day...... One by one, one by one......"

As his powerful name continues to be recited, from time to time, there are villagers and even people who come to ask him to crusade against monsters and ghosts.

And when Wu Ming was in a good mood, he came out and sent it away, all of which were scattered, but his fame was getting bigger and bigger, and he even mixed the nickname of a god and ghost Konosuke, and even the sword became a famous blade 'Wind Demon Cut', which made him cry and laugh.

However, with the tempering of time, at this time, in the internal luck, the red qi is full, and only the center still has a trace of white.

This is the same as Wu Qing, there is still a trace of breaking into the real human rank!

This kind of progress is naturally a thousand miles a day, and as a price, most of the dragon qi in Hou Zhu is consumed.

It's just that in Wu Ming's opinion, it's still very worthwhile.

……

"Your Excellency is back!"

Back at the rented hotel, the proprietress immediately greeted him.

"Hmmm! Prepare dinner and eat it here today! ”

Wu Ming opened the money bag of the remuneration, took out a small silver judgment casually, and threw it into the arms of the proprietress.

Soon, dinner came up.

A bowl of miso soup, a pot of sake, two rice balls, a plate of radish, a plate of fresh fish, and, of course, a bowl of wild boar meat that the proprietress barely collected after Wu Ming's strong request.

Grunt! Grunt!

There were other small merchants, ronins, and so on in the inn, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva as they watched the sumptuous dinner.

"Ah...... I'm afraid that such a sumptuous meal is a feast for the daimyo and it will be difficult to eat, right? ”

"It's just fish, and he even eats pork, isn't this warrior afraid of being damned?"

"Shhhh Silence! Do you know who this adult is? He has defeated the Wind Demon Temple, the Kappa Demon, and the Flying Head Barbarian's gods and ghosts! It is rumored that he has the strength of fifty men, and the 'Wind Demon Cut' on his waist makes a roar every night to drink blood......"

The ronin who spoke at first was quickly pulled down by his companion and covered his mouth, for fear that something would happen.

This god and ghost Konosuke is not a benevolent person, not only has he defeated many youkai, but even the samurai who came forward to duel were all killed with one blow and never left a living mouth.

The name of the gods and ghosts represents the ultimate power and horror!

"Oops! My lord...... That nasty Fazang is here again! ”

The proprietress suddenly covered her nose in disgust and said lamentingly.

"Hmm...... Wine! Give me wine! ”

With a foul smell, a sloppy ronin rolled in, he looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old, his hair was messy, he was wearing only single clothes, he was also in tatters, showing a bony chest, and there were sores on it, and the people around him showed the same expressions as if they had seen 'Filthy', and some were still wondering why the proprietress didn't drive him away.

The next moment, the ronin sat opposite Wu Ming, picked up the sake, and drank it.

He almost drank the sake in one breath, and then he half lay on the ground contentedly, and sighed, "Konosuke...... I owe the merchant another twenty times...... Ahem......"

As he spoke, he coughed up jet-black blood, apparently terminally ill and dying.

"No problem...... I'll help you pay it back......"

Wu Ming didn't frown, and said directly.

"Haha...... You've helped me pay off hundreds of debts, and now you'...... But I'm dying...... What are you going to expect from me? ”

There seemed to be a sparkle in the old ronin's eyes.

"Your name, of course!" Wu Ming did not hesitate and said directly.

"My home name? Ha ha...... I'm the governor of the ghost family! My ancestors have followed the generals! ”

The old ronin said with pride.

Even so...... You have now lost your fiefdom and owe a debt to the merchant usury......"

Wu Ming analyzed coldly: "Do you want to bear a huge debt and die dishonoringly? ”

After coming for so long, he has a deeper understanding of the rules of this Fusang continent.

The samurai are a privileged class, but a true samurai must have two elements.

The first is the family name, which is the Miao character, or the surname of the martial family.

There is also a hereditary Zhixing territory, which must have at least 100 stones! If you have both, you can be considered a true samurai!

If the samurai loses his lord and territory, he becomes a ronin no samurai, although he is still nominally one level higher than the people who have no surname, but in fact he lives in poverty, and the old samurai in front of him is the best example.

And at this time, some civilians who want to get ahead, or businessmen who want to improve their status, have come up with a way.

That is, by accepting this kind of samurai as a righteous son, or going to be the righteous son of such a samurai, so as to obtain a family name.

Although he still has no territory, he is half a level higher than the commoners, his social status has improved, and it is easier for him to become a daimyo.

Takamasa Naito, a businessman I met before, is probably how his surname came from.

This is almost an unspoken rule, so Wu Ming also wants to use this method.

Of course, the ronin who is extremely down, lonely, on the verge of death, and has a family name is not the only one in front of him.

But there is also a difference between the surnames of the martial arts.

Some of them are given by the daimyo of ten thousand stones, or they are taken by themselves, and they have been inherited for only a hundred years, and their roots are shallow, and those who are famous for millions of stones, even the generals, and the people of the world, and even separated from their own surnames, and have been passed down for thousands of years, although they are all samurai in name, but in fact they are two different things.

It's like the ghost family governor in front of him who claims to be famous.

Although he often yelled like this when he was drunk, and the drinkers around him probably still read a lot of jokes, Wu Ming saw other things from his luck.

This old samurai's own luck is naturally like a candle in the wind, but a trace of martial arts luck has a long history and lingers, which is obviously the power of the family character.

It doesn't matter if you want a generic surname, but let's pick a good one, anyway, what is this bit of gold and silver to me? ’

Wu Ming stared at the eyes of the old warrior in front of him: "How is it, have you thought about it?" ”

"Alright! I am a sinner in the family, and I have lost my hereditary knowledge, but the name of the ghost family cannot perish in my hands......"

The old samurai gritted his teeth: "A thousand kan! I want a thousand!! ”

"Yes!"

Wu Ming agreed: "Five hundred guan has already helped you pay off your debts, and there are five hundred guan, which can be given to you immediately!" ”

"I'm already like this, what do I need money for?"

The old samurai smiled bitterly: "Leave me the usual money and a straw mat, and the rest, please send it to the izakaya, where is the Kabuki named 'Keiko'!" Please! ”

"Kabuki named Keiko, I know!"

Wu Ming nodded, samurai love singers, this is almost a tradition.

"In that case, bring me the certificate of inheritance!"

The old samurai looked away, and his eyes seemed to be slightly red.

This has long been prepared, but on this, it is Wu Ming who accepts this old warrior as a 'righteous man', that is to say, Wu Ming adopted this person as a righteous son, and when this person dies, he will automatically inherit the position of the governor of the ghost family.

'! You're so old, and I'm reluctant to accept you as a righteous son, which is cheap for you......

When he watched the old warrior sign, Wu Ming's heart was full of slander.

However, this old samurai character is very good, and it is clear that he is indeed well educated.

"Ghost One Law Hide...... It turned out to be called this name......"

Wu Ming saw that the old warrior had signed his name, and even took out a small piece of vermilion seal and covered it, and immediately nodded in his heart.

"Please take it! It's all up to you! ”

After the last stroke fell, the tears that the ghost had hidden finally fell.

……

The next day.

"My lord, that Fazang is dead......

As soon as Wu Ming came out, he heard the news reported by the proprietress.

"Sure enough......"

Looking at the gas last night, I knew that this person had run out of oil and dried up, but it was difficult for the gods to save him.

"Bury him well......"

Wu Ming waved his hand and rewarded a golden sentence.

"Congratulations to the ghost ...... for getting the family name"

Although I was surprised that this ghost god Konosuke was actually a civilian before, but no matter what, it wasn't after all now, the proprietress immediately said congratulatorily.

"Hmm...... Fortunately, the help is the previous name.,Now you can throw it away.,I'm the governor of the ghost family.,It seems that there is a inherited word 'law'.,Then from today onwards,I'm a ghost one! ”

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth brought a mocking smile, and he said in a deep voice. (To be continued.) )