"Ah … this bowl …"
A countryman picked up the cracked ceramic bowl that looked like an antique.
"This is the true form of the monster just now …"
Wu Ming explained briefly, but the people around him seemed to be frightened. "This … this is the Fu Sang God! We need to send it to the shrine quickly and ask the priest to cast a spell to disperse it … "
The countryman was even more frightened. He looked at the bowl in his hand, not knowing whether to throw it away or not, fearing that he would be cursed.
"God?! Oh … he did call himself something before … this' so-and-so 'seems to be an honorific title for gods, right? "
Wu Ming asked a few more questions and was speechless to find out that this useless thing was really one of the eight million gods of Japan, known as the Fu Sang God.
It was written in the Yin-Yang Miscellany, "After a hundred years, objects will turn into spirits, deceiving people, and people call them the Fu Sang God."
This meant that ordinary old brooms, old umbrellas, broken bowls and pots, once left unattended for a hundred years, would absorb the essence of heaven and earth, accumulate resentment, or sense spiritual energy, and obtain a soul, turning into a monster and scourge the people.
Therefore, Japan had a custom, that was, every year before the beginning of spring, every family would remove their old household objects and throw them by the roadside. This was called sweeping the soot. This way, they could avoid the disaster of the Fu Sang God that was less than a hundred years away.
Therefore, the true form of the Fu Sang God was most likely old pots, bowls, pots, broken umbrellas, broken paintings, and a series of other embarrassing things.
However, the Japanese worshipped all things with spirits, and this kind of useless thing was also one of the eight million gods, which made Wu Ming speechless.
Of course, since he had done it, he still had to accept the reward.
Wu Ming immediately put away the bag of money that the old samurai respectfully handed to him, and slowly walked back to Swamp Field City.
"It's not bad to come out for a walk after cultivating every day … I can relax and work hard …"
As his powerful name was constantly being spread, from time to time, there would be villagers and even citizens who came to seek his help, asking him to fight against demons, ghosts, and the like.
When Wu Ming was in a good mood, he would come out to entertain himself. He treated it as a way to relieve his boredom. His fame grew, and he even gained the nickname of "The Help of Gods and Demons". Even his katana became the famous "Wind Magic Cut". He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
However, as time went by, the Inner Qi was filled with scarlet red energy. Only the center still had a trace of white.
Just like Wu Qing, he was just a step away from becoming a Perfected Being!
This kind of improvement was naturally huge. However, the price to pay was that a large portion of the Dragon Energy in the pearl was consumed.
However, in Wu Ming's opinion, it was still worth it.
…
"Milord has returned!"
When he returned to the hotel he was staying at, the lady boss immediately came up to him.
"Yes! Let's prepare dinner and eat here tonight! "
Wu Ming opened the purse containing the reward, took out a small piece of silver, and threw it into the arms of the Lady Boss.
Very soon, dinner was served.
A bowl of miso soup, a pot of sake, two rice balls, a plate of radish, and a plate of fresh fish. Of course, there was also a bowl of wild boar meat that the Lady Boss barely collected after Wu Ming's strong request.
"Gulp! Gulp! "
There were other small merchants and ronin in the hotel. When they saw the sumptuous dinner, they could not help but swallow their saliva.
"Ah … Such a sumptuous meal. I'm afraid that even the Daimyo Banquet would not be able to eat it, right?"
"Forget about the fish, he even ate pork. Isn't this samurai afraid of the wrath of the heavens?"
"Shh! Be quiet! Do you know who this Milord is? He is the Help of Gods and Demons that defeated the Winged Demon Palace, Kappa, and Flying Barbarian! Rumor has it that he has the strength of 50 men. The 'Wind Magic Cut' on his waist roars every night, and it needs to drink blood … "
The ronin who spoke at the beginning was quickly pulled away by his companions. He covered his mouth for fear that he would cause trouble.
This Help of Gods and Demons was not a merciful person. Not only did he fight against many monsters, but he also killed the samurai who came forward to fight. He never left anyone alive.
The name of Gods and Demons represented extreme power and terror!
"Oh! Milord … that annoying Fa Zang is here again! "
The Lady Boss suddenly covered her nose in disgust and lamented.
"Ugh … Wine! Give me wine! "
Accompanied by a stench, a sloppy ronin rolled in. He looked at least 50 or 60 years old. His hair was messy, and he only wore a thin shirt, which was also ragged, revealing his bony chest. There were also malignant sores on it. The surrounding people showed an expression as if they had seen a lot of filth. Some even wondered why the Lady Boss did not drive him away.
The next moment, the ronin sat in front of Wu Ming, grabbed a cup of sake, and drank it.
He almost drank all the sake in one breath before lying down on the ground in satisfaction. He sighed and said, "Help of Gods and Demons … I owe the merchant another 20 strings of coins … cough cough …"
As he said that, he coughed out black blood. It was obvious that he was terminally ill and did not have long to live.
"No problem … I will help you pay it back …"
Wu Ming did not even frown and said directly.
"Haha … You have helped me pay back hundreds of strings of coins, and now … I am about to die … What do you want from me?"
The old ronin's eyes seemed to emit light.
"Of course, it's your family name!" Wu Ming said directly without hesitation.
"My family name? Haha … I am the supervisor of the Gui family! My ancestor had followed the Great General before! "
The old ronin said with a proud expression.
"Even so … You have now lost your fief, and you still owe the merchant's usury debt …"
Wu Ming analyzed coldly, "Do you want to carry a huge debt and die dishonorably?"
After being here for so long, he had a deeper understanding of the rules of the Fusang Continent.
Samurai were a privileged class, but a real samurai must have two elements.
The first was the family name, which was the Miao character, or the surname of the Wu family.
The other was the hereditary territory of the Knowledge Executor, which was at least 100 stones! Only those who had both of these could be considered a real samurai!
If a samurai lost his family and territory, he would become a ronin or a wild samurai. Although he was still one level higher than the commoners without a surname, he was actually very poor. The old samurai in front of him was the best example.
At this time, some commoners who wanted to stand out or merchants who wanted to raise their status thought of a way.
That was to adopt such a samurai as a son, or to become the son of such a samurai to obtain a family name.
Although they still did not have a territory, they were half a level higher than commoners, and their social status was higher. Moreover, it was easier to become an official in the Daimyo.
The merchant Naito Takamasu, whom he had met before, probably got his surname this way.
This was almost an unspoken rule, so Wu Ming also wanted to use this method.
Of course, the ronin in front of him was not the only one who was extremely down, alone, on the verge of death, and had a family name.
But there were also differences between the surnames of the Wu family.
Some were given by the Daimyo of Wanshi, or they took it themselves. The inheritance was less than a hundred years, and the foundation was shallow. Compared to the Daimyo of Million Stones, or even the bestowal of the Great General and the people of the world, or even separated from the original surname, the inheritance was more than a thousand years. Although they were all nominally samurai, in fact, they were two different things.
Just like the Gui family supervisor in front of him who claimed to be the descendant of a famous family.
Although he often shouted like this when he was drunk, and the customers around him were probably laughing at him, but Wu Ming saw something else from the luck.
This old samurai's luck was naturally like a candle in the wind, but a trace of the Wu family's luck was long and lingering. It was obviously the power of the family name.
"It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary family name, but it's better to pick a good one. Anyway, this amount of gold and silver is nothing to me."
Wu Ming stared into the eyes of the old samurai in front of him, "How about it, have you thought about it?"
"Okay! I am a sinner of the family, and lost the hereditary Knowledge Executor, but the Gui family name can't die in my hands … "
The old samurai gritted his teeth, "A thousand strings of coins! I want a thousand strings of coins!!! "
"Okay!"
Wu Ming agreed immediately, "Five hundred strings of coins have been paid for you, and the other five hundred strings of coins can be given to you immediately!"
"I am already like this, what do I need money for?"
The old samurai smiled bitterly, "Leave me some money and a straw mat, as for the rest, please send it to the kabuki named 'Keiko' in the izakaya! Please! "
"The kabuki named 'Keiko', I know!"
Wu Ming nodded, it was almost a tradition for samurai to love kabuki.
"In that case, hand over the inheritance certificate!"
The old samurai turned his face away, his eyes seemed to be a little red.
This had already been prepared, but on it, it stated that Wu Ming had accepted this old samurai as his' adopted son ', which meant that Wu Ming had adopted this person as his adopted son, and when this person died, he would automatically inherit the position of the Gui family's supervisor.
'Damn! You are already so old, and I still reluctantly accept you as my adopted son, consider yourself lucky … '
Looking at the old samurai signing, Wu Ming's heart was full of criticism.
However, this old samurai's handwriting was very good, and it was obvious that he had received a good education.
"Gui Yi Fazang … so this is his name …"
Wu Ming saw that the old samurai had signed, and even took out a small red seal and stamped it, and immediately nodded in his heart.
"Please accept it! Everything is in your hands! "
After the last stroke, Gui Yi Fazang's tears finally fell.
…
The next day.
"My lord, that Fazang is dead …"
As soon as Wu Ming came out, he heard the news from the lady boss.
"As expected …"
Looking at his Qi last night, he knew that this person was a lamp that had run out of oil, and even a deity would not be able to save him.
"Give him a proper burial …"
Wu Ming waved his hand, and rewarded a gold judge.
"Congratulations to Gui Yi Hall for obtaining the family name …"
Although she was surprised that this demon god Yukinosuke was actually a commoner before, no matter what, he was not now, so the lady boss immediately congratulated him.
"Well … Yukinosuke is my old name, but it can be discarded now. I am the supervisor of the Gui family, and I seem to have inherited the word 'Fa', so from today onwards, I am Guichi Dharma Eye!"
The corner of Wu Ming's mouth curled up into a mocking smile, and he said in a low voice.
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