Overgod Ascension

"Ah... this bowl..."

A Chinese picked up the large cracked ceramic bowl on the ground, which looked like an antique.

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

Wu Ming explained briefly, but the people around him seemed to be frightened: "This... this is Fu Sangshen! We must send it to the shrine quickly, and ask the priests to do it and disperse..."

The Chinese was even more terrified. Looking at the bowl in his hand, he didn't want to throw it, and he didn't want to throw it away, for fear of being cursed.

"God?! Oh... He did call himself some kind of life before... This so-and-so life seems to be the honorific name of a god?"

Wu Ming then asked a few more questions, only to find out in a very speechless manner that this street-smart is really one of the eight million gods of Fusang, known as Fusangshen.

"Yin Yang Miscellaneous Notes" has a saying: "After a hundred years, the utensils have turned into spirits, deceiving people's hearts, and the world calls them Fusangshen." '

This means that once ordinary old brooms, old umbrellas, broken bowls and pots are left alone for a hundred years, they will absorb the essence of heaven and earth, accumulate resentment or feel spiritual power to 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, every family removes old household items and props, and discards them by the roadside. This is called sweeping coal smoke. In this way, the disaster of Fusangshen, which is less than a hundred years away, can be avoided.

Therefore, Fu Sangshen's body is probably a series of embarrassing and magical things such as old pots and pans, broken umbrellas and broken paintings.

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

Of course, the job is done, and the reward still has to be collected.

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

"It's not bad to go out to relax after practicing every day... one piece and one relaxation..."

As his powerful name continued to be recited, from time to time, villagers and even the people of the country would come here admiringly, asking him to crusade against monsters, ghosts and gods.

And when Wu Ming was in a good mood, he would come out and dismiss it casually, just to relax, but his fame grew, and he even got a nickname of the god and ghost Konosuke, and even the Taidao became the famous blade "Fumokiri ', which made him quite dumbfounded.

However, as time went by, within the internal movement at this time, it was filled with crimson energy, only the center was still tinged with white.

This is the same as Wu Qing, who is just a hair away from breaking into the rank of a real person!

This kind of progress is naturally rapid, and as a price, most of the dragon energy in the Suihou Pearl has been consumed.

But in Wu Ming's opinion, it's still very worthwhile.

...

"My lord is back!"

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

"Well! Prepare dinner, let's eat here today!"

Wu Ming opened the money bag for the reward, took out a small piece of silver, and threw it into the proprietress' arms.

Soon, dinner will be served.

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

grunt! grunt!

There were other small businessmen, wanderers, etc. in the hotel. Looking at the sumptuous dinner at this time, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"Ah...such a sumptuous meal, I'm afraid it's hard to eat even if it's given by a daimyo?"

"It's nothing more than fish, but he still eats pork. Isn't this warrior afraid of being punished by God?"

"Hush! Silence! Do you know who this lord is? He is Konosuke Konosuke, the ghost who defeated Fumaden, Kappa, and Flying Man! It is rumored that he has the strength of fifty men, and the 'Fumaki' on his waist ', roaring every night, drinking blood..."

The ronin who started talking was quickly dragged down by his companions, covering his mouth for fear of causing some trouble.

This ghost, Konosuke, is not a benevolent person. Not only did he hunt down many monsters, but even the samurai who came forward to duel were killed with one blow, and he never left anyone alive.

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

"Oh! My lord... that annoying Fazang is here again!"

The proprietress suddenly covered her nose in disgust and lamented.

"Umm... wine! Give me wine!"

Accompanied by a stench, a scruffy ronin rolled in. He looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old, with messy hair, only wearing single clothes, also tattered, showing a bony chest with malignant sores on it , the people around all showed the same expressions as seeing 'Zui Duo', and some were still wondering why the proprietress didn't drive him away.

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

He almost drank the sake in one breath, and then he lay down on the ground in satisfaction, and sighed, "Fortunately... I owe the merchant another twenty guan...cough cough..."

As he said that, he actually coughed up jet-black blood. It was obvious that he was terminally ill and his life was not long.

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

Wu Ming said directly without frowning.

"Haha... You have helped me repay hundreds of debts back and forth, and now... I am dying... What are you going to get from me?"

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

"Of course it's your family name!" Wu Ming said without hesitation.

"My family name? Haha... I am the governor of the ghost family! My family ancestors have followed the general!"

The old ronin said with pride.

"Even so... you have lost your fief now, and you still owe merchants usury debts..."

Wu Ming analyzed coldly: "Do you want to bear huge debts and die with disgrace?"

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

Warriors are a privileged class, but a real warrior must have two elements.

The first one is the family name, which is the Miao character, or in other words, the surname of the Wu family.

There is another one, which is the territory of knowledge and practice that can be hereditary, at least one hundred stones! If you have both of these, you can be considered a real warrior!

If a samurai loses his home and territory, he becomes a ronin wild samurai. Although he is still one level higher than a commoner without a surname in name, his life is very poor. The old samurai in front of him is the best example.

At this time, some civilians who wanted to get ahead, or businessmen who wanted to improve their status, came up with a way.

That is to obtain a family name by adopting such a warrior as a foster son, or becoming the foster son of such a warrior.

Although there is still no territory, but it is half a level higher than the common people, the social status has improved, and it is easier to become an official with the daimyo.

The businessman Naito Takamashi who I met once before probably got his surname from this way.

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

Of course, there is not only one ronin who is extremely destitute, lonely, dying, and has a family name.

But the surnames of the Wu family are also different.

Some were given by Wanshi's great name, or they were taken by themselves, and their inheritance has only been passed down for a hundred years, and their foundation is shallow. They are different from those bestowed by million-stone names, even great generals, and people in the world, or even separated from their original surnames, and have been passed down for thousands of years. Although they are all warriors in name, they are actually two different things.

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

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

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

'It doesn't matter if you have an ordinary surname, but let's choose a good one. Anyway, what is this little gold and silver to me? '

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

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

The old warrior gritted his teeth: "A thousand guan! I want a thousand guan!!!"

"Can!"

Wu Ming agreed straight away: "The five hundred guan has already paid off your debt, and there are still five hundred guan, I can give it to you right away!"

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

The old samurai smiled wryly: "Leave me the money and a straw mat. For the rest, please send it to the Kabuki named 'Keiko' in the izakaya! Please!"

"Kabuki named Keiko, I know!"

Wu Ming nodded, it is almost a tradition that warriors love divas.

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

The old warrior turned his face away, his eyes seemed a little red.

This has already been prepared, but above it, Wu Ming accepted this old warrior as a "benevolent son", that is to say, Wu Ming adopted this person as a righteous son, and after this person died, he would automatically inherit the governor of the ghost family. seat.

'Depend on! You are so old, and I reluctantly accepted you as my adopted son, which is considered cheap for you...'

When watching the old warrior sign, Wu Ming was full of slander in his heart.

But the old samurai had a good handwriting and was obviously well educated.

"Oniichi Hozo... so it's called this name..."

Seeing that the old warrior had signed his name, Wu Ming even took out a small red seal and put it on it, so he nodded inwardly.

"Please accept it! Everything is up to you!"

After the last stroke, Gui Yifazang's tears finally fell.

...

the next day.

"My lord, that Fa Zang is already dead..."

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

"really……"

Looking at his breath last night, he knew that this person was exhausted, but even a god could not save him.

"Bury him well..."

Wu Ming waved his hand and rewarded him with a golden sentence.

"Congratulations to Gui Yidian for getting a family name..."

Although I was surprised that this ghost Konosuke was actually a commoner before, but no matter how I say it, it is not now after all, the proprietress congratulated immediately.

"Hmm... Luckily's help is the old name, and it can be discarded now. I am the governor of the ghost family, and I seem to have an inherited common character 'Fa'. From today on, I will be a ghost!"

With a mocking smile on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth, he spoke again in a deep voice. (To be continued.)