Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 348: Quite a sense of ceremony
Early the next morning, Taro Suzuki, Wang Changsheng and a large group of craftsmen set off with large Nanyang timber and other building materials.

Although this time has not exceeded the deadline for completing the ancestral temple that Suzuki Taro promised to Taira no Kiyomori, it would definitely be too late at the normal construction speed.

However, when Suzuki Taro was in Lin'an Fanfang, he often went to Yang Yuan's house.

He just wanted to know whether Wang Changsheng really had the power to turn the tide.

Suzuki Taro witnessed with his own eyes Wang Changsheng testing his skills at the Yang family. He was already convinced that Wang Dajiang would be his savior, so he was very calm.

After Master Wang came back from the tour last night, Suzuki Taro promised him personally that as long as Master Wang could successfully complete the construction of the Heike ancestral temple before the deadline, Suzuki would give him eight young and beautiful Japanese girls when he returned home.

People are worthless, let alone eight of them. Even if you double the number, how much would it cost to buy them?

For Taro Suzuki, this is more cost-effective than giving Wang Changsheng some property.

However, whether a gift is worthwhile depends on whether the recipient likes it.

Anyway, Master Wang was very satisfied with this promise. Now he was more concerned about helping the Heike family build a family temple than Suzuki Taro, so he started planning along the way.

Kuntai followed Suzuki Taro on the road, and he naturally couldn't run away before the building materials arrived.

The two fire captains, Guy and Kao, and some sailors were left behind at the dock.

In the morning, Jiangzhou Lie arrived at the dock with two barefoot servants. Yang Yuan got off the boat and also brought only two servants with him.

One was as thin as a monkey, and the other was tall and fat. They were Uncle Gou and Uncle Ji.

Mikami Chiya continued to inquire about Ono Mingxi's news, so Yang Yuan only took these two "old servants" and Jiangzhou Hunter to Dashan Temple.

Some shareholders of "Yaki Shoji" have gathered in Daisen Temple, most of whom are heads of local temples and shrines.

This country has many temples and even more shrines. Shrines of all sizes enshrine all kinds of strange gods and are quite popular.

Jiangzhou Lie enthusiastically introduced them to Yang Yuan one by one, but Yang Yuan was so confused that he couldn't remember so much.

He smiled humbly to everyone he met, and he would never bring shame to the Celestial Empire, a country of etiquette.

But after going around, he didn't remember a single name except that of the abbot of Dashan Temple, Monk Jinghai.

The modern name change and transfer procedure is very simple, and one of the shareholders is an official from the Dazaifu Government Office.

Led by this official, more than half of the shareholders signed and sealed the share transfer deed, and Yang Sanyuan officially became a shareholder of "Yaki Shoji".

In fact, if Yang Yuan didn't transfer the ownership, he could still come to collect dividends with the stock certificates. This thing recognizes certificates, not people.

Otherwise, when distributing dividends every year, would you ask Governor Cao Yong to go to Japan in person?
It's just that it is more convenient to transfer the ownership. For Yang Sanyuan, if he wants to resell the shares in the future, the shares must be in his own name first.

For these temple and shrine leaders, since the Song merchant Yang Sanyuan officially became a member of "Yaki Shoji", after his death, Yaki Shoji would be qualified to speak up for him and uphold justice.

Therefore, this ceremony is very important and must be performed.

After the name change, Yang Yuan accompanied a group of shareholders whose names he could not remember to drink a few cups of Zen-like fragrant tea, and then said goodbye and went down the mountain.

Jiangzhou was still not satisfied with hunting, so he stayed on the mountain.

Together they sent Yang Yuan to the gate of the mountain and watched him walk down the mountain with two old servants, one fat and one thin.

Monk Jinghai folded his hands and watched Yang Yuan and his three companions walk away. He suddenly chuckled and said, "Tonight, we will eat Mr. Yang Sanyuan's 'tofu rice'."

Tofu rice is a vegetarian meal served in the country to entertain relatives and friends who come to pay their respects, and is also called "the last meal".

After hearing what Monk Jinghai said, the shareholders of Yaqi Shoji all laughed.

One of the shrine chiefs who worshipped the dog god laughed and said, "It should be a filial son who treats everyone to tofu rice. Who is Mr. Yang Sanyuan's filial son?"

The official of the Dazaifu government office said with a smile: "Why not let Jiangzhou Liejun act as the filial son of Yang Sanyuanjun? After all, they are both from Song Dynasty and have a closer relationship."

All the shareholders burst into laughter. Jiangzhou Lie followed them into the temple and laughed along, cursing in his heart.

However, all the shareholders made fun of him, so he couldn't show a tough attitude.

The mountains are covered with lush forests. Although the sky is clear and the sun is shining, there is a cool feeling under the shade of the trees.

Yang Yuan, Uncle Gou and Uncle Ji walked down the mountain along the winding path of Shi Che, admiring the scenery on the mountain.

As they were walking, Uncle Gou in front of them suddenly raised his hand. When Uncle Ji saw his gesture, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He grabbed Yang Yuan and slowly pulled him behind him, his cold eyes slowly sweeping around.

Human figures emerged from the woods on both sides like ghosts.

They were all wearing white samurai uniforms, with white "Bokuma" tied on their heads, holding long swords, wading through the grass, and slowly approaching Yang Yuan and the other two.

They were samurai, not ninjas.

This can be seen from the way they dress.

Moreover, the shrine warriors wore white and the temple monks wore black, which Yang Yuan had already learned when he was at Daishan Temple.

Could it be that this is a samurai raised by a shrine?
But why did they attack me?

Just as this thought emerged in Yang Yuan's mind, a woman in a white kimono appeared under the ancient pine tree in front of him.

She took small steps and walked towards Yang Yuan slowly, with a faint smile on her face.

Behind her right shoulder, a tiny ray of light jumped from time to time. It was a piece of the blade hidden behind her elbow.

Fujiwara no Mizuhiro wanted to pin the blame for the massacre of Song merchants on the Taira clan, and she took advantage of the fact that the Taira clan was recruiting a large number of ninjas in the Hakata area, but she did not even disguise herself.

Not only were her people not disguised as ninjas, they didn't even cover their faces.

The dead cannot speak. Since she doesn't want to leave anyone alive, why would she disguise herself?

Fujiwara Himeka approached gracefully, stopped about three feet away, and asked charmingly, "Mr. Yang Sanyuan?"

Yang Yuan said: "It's me!"

As Fujiwara Himeka raised her hand, something flew out from her sleeve and was thrown towards Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan raised his hand and caught the object that was flying towards him in a parabola. When he looked closely, he found that it was a memorial tablet with "Yang Sanyuan's Memorial Tablet" clearly written on it.

Yang Yuan thought to himself, it’s a good thing I didn’t use my real name, otherwise it would be so unlucky.

Yang Yuan looked up at Fujiwara Himeka and said with a half-smile, "Killing me is quite a ritual."

Fujiwara Himeka said coquettishly: "As a god, I have always had a strong sense of ritual. As a woman, I also attach great importance to ritual."

"God Lord?"

Yang Yuan asked sharply, "Which shrine are you from?"

"Dead man, why bother asking so many questions?"

If a charming woman says "dead man" in a coquettish tone, it can be very alluring.

Although Fujiwara Himeka was very charming, her tone was not coquettish at all, although the word "dead person" was also very alluring, really very alluring.

After saying this, she waved her hand!
Then, Uncle Gou and Uncle Ji rushed out shouting, more obedient than the warriors kept in the Whale Sea Palace.

Fujiwara Himeka was stunned, obviously not expecting that the two plain-looking old guys could be so fierce and actually took the initiative to attack. Doesn't your young master care?

But she was only slightly surprised, not panicked.

The other side only had three people, while she brought fifty people. How could Yang Sanyuan still turn the tables?

Fujiwara Himeka turned her wrist and a long sword appeared from behind her wrist.

The white light of the sharp edge suddenly appeared, the beauty of the lines of the knife was very sharp, while the beauty of the lines of the person was very charming.

Hardness and softness, strength and beauty are perfectly unified.

The other party is a businessman. Most maritime merchants know some kung fu, but so what?

After all, he is just a businessman.

But this businessman is quite good-looking.

So, it would be more exciting to watch his head being cut off, right?
Fujiwara Himeka's smile was still charming, but her eyes were already filled with a snake-like cold light.

The sharp edge of the sword rose from her hand, she leaped up, and chopped the sword diagonally towards Yang Yuan's neck!
(End of this chapter)