"Ah...this bowl..."

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

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

Wu Ming explained a little, but who knew that the people around him seemed to be frightened: "This... this is Fu Sangshen! You have to send it to the shrine as soon as possible and ask the priest to retire..."

The Chinese man was even more frightened. He looked at the bowl in his hand and was either thrown away or not, for fear of being cursed.

"God?! Oh... He did claim to be his life before... This is a certain life, as if it were the honorific title of the god?"

Wu Ming asked a few more questions and then he was speechless to find that this fucking guy was really one of the eight million gods of Fusang, and he was also known as Fusang God.

"Miscellaneous Notes on Yin and Yang" says: "After a hundred years, the artifacts have been transformed into elves and deceive people's hearts. People call them "Fu Shun Shen"

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

Therefore, there is a custom in Fusang that on the eve of the beginning of spring every year, every family clears out old props and abandons them by the road, which is called sweeping coal smoke. In this way, they can escape the disaster of mourning that is less than a hundred years away.

Therefore, the essence of Fu Sang Shen is probably an old pot, pan, broken umbrella, broken painting and other series of embarrassing and magical things.

However, the Japanese people advocated that all things have spirits, and such a frustrating person was also among the eight million gods, which made Wu Ming speechless.

Of course, if things are done, the rewards still have to be collected.

Wu Ming immediately packed the wallet that the old warrior respectfully handed over to him and walked slowly back to Numata Castle.

"It's good to come out to relax after practicing every day... It's easy to relax..."

As his powerful name continues to be circulated, from time to time, there are villagers who come to visit him, and even Chinese people seeking help, asking him to attack monsters, ghosts and gods.

When Wu Ming was in a good mood, he came out to give it up and just took it a break, but his fame became increasingly popular. He even got the nickname of the gods and ghosts, and even the Taidao turned into the famous blade "Fengmo Chu", which made him quite amused and cry.

However, as time goes by, the red energy is filled with the inner fortune, but there is a hint of white in the center.

This is the same as Wu Qing, who is still a little short of breaking into the real person rank!

This progress is naturally a thousand miles a day, and at the cost, most of the dragon energy in the Houzhu is consumed.

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

...

"Sir, I'm back!"

When he returned to the rented hotel, the boss's wife immediately came up to meet him.

"Well! Prepare supper, and eat here today!"

Wu Ming opened the remuneration wallet, took out a piece of small silver and threw it into the boss's arms.

Soon, supper came.

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 boss's wife barely collected after Wu Ming's strong request.

Gulu! Gulu!

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

"Ah... Such a sumptuous meal is probably hard to eat even if it is a Daming Banquet?"

"It's okay to have fish, but they even eat pork. Isn't this warrior afraid of being punished by God?"

"Shh! Silence! Do you know who this lord is? He has attacked the Wind Demon Palace, Kappa Demon, and the flying head man, the god and ghost Yukiosuke! It is rumored that he has the power of fifty men, and the "Wind Demon Cut" on his waist will roar every night, and he will drink blood..."

The ronin who was talking at the beginning was quickly pulled down by his companion, covering his mouth, fearing that he would cause some trouble.

This god, ghost, Yukinosuke, is not a kind person. Not only did he attack many monsters, but even the samurai who came forward to duel were killed with one blow and never left a living mouth.

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

"Oh! Sir...that annoying Fazang, is here again!"

The boss's wife suddenly covered her nose in disgust and said lamentingly.

"Um...wine! Give me wine!"

With a foul smell, a sloppy ronin rolled in. He looked at least fifty or sixty years old, with messy hair, wearing only a single dress, and was also torn, showing a skinny chest and a scalp on it. People around him showed the expression of seeing "lots of filth". Some were wondering why the boss's wife didn't drive him away.

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

He almost drank all the sake in this breath, and then half lying on the ground with satisfaction, sighed: "Yuinosuke... I owe the merchant twenty knots again... Cough cough..."

As he said that, he actually coughed up black blood, obviously he was terminally ill and his life was not long.

"No problem... I will pay it back for you..."

Wu Ming said directly without frowning.

"Haha... you have paid off hundreds of columns of debt for me, but now... I'm about to die... What are you going to get from me?"

There seemed to be a light in Laolangren's eyes.

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

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

Lao Lang said with pride.

"Even so... you have lost your fief now and owed merchants usury debts..."

Wu Ming analyzed coldly: "Do you want to bear huge debts and die without reputation?"

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

Samurai is a privileged class, but a real samurai must have two elements.

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

Another one is the territory of knowledge and action that can be hereditary, which must be at least 100 stones! Only when both of them are possessed can they be considered true warriors!

If a samurai loses his master's family and territory, he will become a ronin samurai. Although he is nominally higher than the lower people without a surname, he is actually very poor. The old samurai in front of him is the best example.

At this time, some civilians who want to make a name for themselves or businessmen who want to improve their identities came up with a solution.

That is to obtain the family name by taking this kind of warrior as its adopted son or becoming the adopted son of this kind of warrior.

Although there is still no territory, it is half a level higher than the civilians, has improved its social status, and is more likely to become an official in Daming.

The businessman Naito Takamasa, whom he met before, probably this is how his surname comes from.

This is almost a hidden rule, so Wu Ming also wants to use this method.

Of course, there is not only one ronin who is so depressed that he is alone, on the verge of death and has a family name.

But there are also differences in the surnames of the Wu family.

Some are given by the name of the 10,000 stone, or obtained by oneself. The inheritance lasts for only a hundred years and the foundation is shallow. They are given by those 10,000 stone names, even generals, and even people from the world, and even separated from their own surnames and inherited for thousands of years. Although they are nominally warriors, they are actually different things.

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

Although he often yells like this when he gets drunk, and there are probably many jokes around him, Wu Ming saw other things in his luck.

This old warrior's own luck is naturally like a candle in the wind, but a trace of the fortune of the martial arts family has a long history and cannot be lingered, which is obviously the power of the family.

‘It doesn’t matter if you want an ordinary surname, but you should choose a good one. Anyway, what is this little gold and silver worth to me?’

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

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

The old warrior gritted his teeth: "One thousand guan! I want one thousand guan!!!"

"Can!"

Wu Ming agreed immediately: "Five hundred stakes have helped you pay off your debts, and there are still five hundred stakes, and I can give them to you right away!"

"I'm already like this, what else do I need to do?"

The old samurai smiled bitterly: "Leave me the usual money and a straw mat, and other things, please send them to the izakaya, where is the Kabuki named "Meiko"! Please!"

"I understand Kabuki named Keiko!"

Wu Ming nodded. The warrior loved the singer, and this was almost a tradition.

"Since that's the case, bring the inheritance letter!"

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

This was already ready, but on this, Wu Ming accepted the old warrior as the "righteous man". In other words, Wu Ming adopted this person as his adopted son, and after this person died, he would automatically inherit the position of the Ghost Family Supervisor.

‘Damn! You are so old, I still reluctantly accept you as your adopted son. It’s a bargain for you…’

When Wu Ming looked at the old warrior signing, he felt full of complaints in his heart.

However, the word "Old Warrior" is very good, and he obviously has received a good education.

"Ghost Yifazang... It turns out that it is called this name..."

When Wu Ming saw the old warrior signing his name, he even took out a small red seal and covered it with it. He nodded in his heart.

"Please accept it! I'll ask you everything!"

After the last stroke was put, Gui Yifazang's tears finally fell.
To be continued...