Overgod Ascension

“Ah... this bowl...”

A man picks up the cracked seam on the floor, like an antique ceramic bowl.

“This is the body of the monster just now...”

Wu Ming explained slightly, who knew the people around him seemed frightened: “This... this is a disgrace! To be sent to the shrine quickly, please disperse the clergy practice...”

The country was even more frightened. He looked at the bowl in his hand and threw it neither, nor did he throw it, for fear of being cursed.

“God?! Oh... he did claim to have some kind of life before... is this some kind of godly name? ”

Wu Ming then asked a few more words, and found out very silently that this puzzle was really one of Fusang's eight million gods, claiming that Fu Shinigami was also.

The Yin and Yang Miscellaneous has a cloud: ‘After a hundred years, the objects have to be turned into elves, deceiving people, what the world calls paying for mourning. ’

This means that ordinary old broomsticks, old umbrellas, broken bowls and other things, once put aside for a hundred years, will absorb the essence of heaven and earth, accumulate resentment or feel spiritual power to gain souls, become monsters and harm the world.

As a result, Fusang has a custom that on the eve of each spring, the family removes old household props and abandons roadsides, which is called coal smoke cleaning. So we can escape the death of a funeral less than a hundred years away.

Therefore, Fu Shinigami's main body, the eight achievements are old pots, ladypots, broken umbrellas and a series of other divine things.

It's just that the Dongyuan admire the spirituality of all things. Such a parade, equally ranked among the eight million gods, makes Wu Ming extremely speechless.

Of course, things are done and the reward is still to be collected.

Wu Mingdang approached the old samurai to honor the handed over money bag and slowly walked back to Numata City.

“It's good to come out and relax after practicing every day... one at a time...”

As his powerful name is constantly recited, from time to time there are villagers who have come to admire him, even the people of the country, to ask him to fight monster ghosts and so on.

And when Wu Ming was in a good mood, he came out and dispatched it. When he was distracted, his fame grew. Even he mixed the nickname of the fortunate help of a god and ghost. Even the katana turned into a famous blade ‘wind demon cut’, making him quite crying.

However, with the daily grinding, it is in transit, the red air is full, only the center is a little white.

Like Wu Qingqing, we're just a little short of breaking into the real world!

Such progress, naturally, is a thousand miles a day, and at its cost, the dragon gas in Hou Ju is consumed for the most part.

However, in Wu Ming's view, it is still very worthwhile.

……

“My lord is back! ”

Back in the rented hotel, the boss and his wife greeted him immediately.

“Hmm! Prepare dinner, eat here today! ”

Wu Ming opened the reward purse and took out a small silver judgment and threw it into the boss's mother's arms.

Soon, dinner will be up.

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

Grrr!

There are other small businessmen, vagabonds, etc. in the hotel, and you can't help but swallow your mouth when you're watching a rich dinner.

“Ah… such a rich meal, I'm afraid it's a famous feast, it's also hard to eat? ”

“The fish is fine, and the samurai is not afraid to be condemned? ”

“Shh! Shh! Do you know who this adult is? He crusaded the Wind Demon Palace, the River Demon, and the fierce-headed Goddess! Rumor has it that he has the power of 50 men, the 'wind demon cut’ on his waist, makes a noise every night to drink blood..."

At first, the talking wanderer was quickly pulled down by his companion, his mouth covered, and he feared something might go wrong.

The blessed help of this god is not a benevolent man. Not only has he crusaded many monsters, but even the warriors of the previous duel have been killed in one stroke, and never left alive.

In the name of the Goddess, it stands for Extremely Powerful and Terrible!

“Oops! My lord... that disgusting treasure, here we go again! ”

The boss's mother suddenly covered her nose in disgust and said lamentably.

“Mmm... booze! Give me a drink!”

Along with a stink, a dirty wanderer rolled in. He looked at least fifty or sixty years old. His hair was messy and he was only wearing a single shirt. He was also broken and shattered. He had a skinny chest. There were also sores on it. People around him showed the same expression as' filthy ', and some wondered why the boss didn't send him away.

The next moment, the wanderer sat across from Wu Ming, copied the sake and drank it.

He almost drank all the sake in his breath before laying half to the ground satisfied, sighing: “Lucky help... I owe the merchant another twenty times... cough...”

Speaking, he coughed up black blood. Apparently, he became ill and died soon.

“No problem... I'll help you get on...”

Wu Ming's eyebrows didn't even wrinkle, he said directly.

“Ha ha... you've helped me pay hundreds of centuries of debt back and forth, and now... I'm dying... what are you going to get from me? ”

There seemed to be a light in the eyes of the old wanderer.

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

“My family name? Ha ha... I am the governor of the haunted family! My ancestors, but they followed the general! ”

The proud colour of the old wanderer said.

“Nevertheless… you have now lost your land and owe the merchant a high interest loan debt…”

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

After all this time, he has gained a deeper understanding of the rules of this continent.

A samurai is a privileged class, but a true samurai must have two elements.

The first is the family name, the last name, or the last name of the Wujia family.

There is also a heritable territory of knowledge, at least a hundred stones! Both are the true samurai!

If a samurai loses his home and territory, he becomes a wandering wildling samurai. Although he is still nominally higher than a subordinate without a surname, he actually lives in poverty. The best example is the old samurai in front of him.

At this point, some civilians who want to make a difference, or businessmen who want to improve their status, come up with a solution.

That is to acquire the family name by accepting the samurai as the righteous son, or by becoming the righteous son of the samurai.

Although it still has no territory, it is half a level higher than the civilian population, has an improved social status, and is easier to serve in prestigious places.

Takachan Naito, a businessman I've met before, I'm afraid that's how he came by his last name.

This is almost a divine rule, so Wu Ming also wants to use this approach.

Of course, to the extreme, the lonely, widowed, dying, homeless people are not the only ones in front of them.

But the Wujia family name is also different.

Some are given by Manshi Daimyo, or taken by himself, not more than a hundred years old, shallow roots, given from those millions of Shi Daimyo, even general, the world, even separated from the real name, passed on for a thousand years, nominally all samurai, but in fact it is two different things.

It's like the ghost family governor in front of this self-proclaimed door.

Though he was often drunk and shouted like this, and the surrounding alcoholics probably watched a lot of jokes, Wu Ming saw something else in luck.

This old samurai's luck is naturally like a candle in the wind, but the luck of a samurai family is long and haunting. Obviously, it is the strength of the family.

‘It doesn't matter if you have a normal last name, but it's a good choice. Come on, what does this gold and silver mean to me anyway? ’

Wu Ming stared into the eyes of the old samurai in front of him: “What do you think? ”

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

The old samurai bit his teeth: "A thousand times! I want a thousand Guan!!! ”

“Yes!”

Wu Ming promised: “Five hundred Guan has helped you repay your debt, and five hundred Guan will be ready for you soon! ”

“I've already done this. What else do I need money for? ”

The old samurai laughed bitterly: "Leave me always money and a grass seat. Others, please send me to the liquor house, a kabuki called ‘Keiko' somewhere! Please!”

“Keiko Kabuki, I get it! ”

Wu Ming nodded, the samurai loved Goki, which was almost a tradition.

“In that case, bring the letter of inheritance! ”

Old samurai don't cross his face, his eyes seem slightly red.

This is already ready, but above this, Wu Ming accepted this old samurai as the ‘righteous man’, that is, Wu Ming adopted this person as the righteous son, and when this person died, he automatically inherited the position of the Ghost family governor.

‘Shit! At your age, I can barely accept you as my son. It's cheap for you...’

When I looked at the old samurai signing, Wu Ming's heart was filled with defamation.

But the old samurai word is pretty good, obviously well educated.

“The ghost is hidden... it turns out that's the name...”

Wu Ming saw the old samurai sign, even touched a small Zhu seal, covered it, and nodded in his heart.

“Please take it! I'm counting on you! ”

After the last one fell, the tears of the ghost finally fell.

……

The next day.

“My lord, that Fazan is already dead...”

As soon as Wu Ming came out, he heard the news from the boss's wife.

“Indeed...”

Looking at him last night, I knew that he was out of oil, but the fairy couldn't save him.

“Bury him well...”

Wu Ming waved and awarded a gold judgment.

“Congratulations to the House of Ghosts for getting the family name...”

Though surprised that this ghost was a civilian before, anyway, it is not now, the boss said with congratulations.

“Well... Fortunately, Yuki was a former name and can now be thrown away. I am the governor of the Haunted Family, as if there was an inherited typography ‘law’. From today on, I am a ghost! ”

Wu Minghuan smiled with a slight mockery and said in silence.