I am forced to collect

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going! It's too much, I want to go too!" The dignified generation of warriors rolled on the living room floor of the underage girl's house, and the two sincerely protested with teary eyes.

"Are you dreaming?" Chunyan said super coldly.

Qi Ya put away the game console, trying to kick Yato out of the room.

"That's the annual marriage feast," Yato bit the handkerchief unwillingly, "Damn it! It's all Bishamonten's fault, otherwise I could have slipped in with you!"

"I can't go without Bishamon." Chunyan said sharply.

Hearing this, Qi Ya glanced at Chun Yan with a little surprise, and the black-haired girl was unaware of preparing the ingredients for dinner.The white-haired boy struggled for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Are you going?"

Chunyan put down the ceramic knife in her hand, thought for a while, and tilted her head uncertainly, "It's too early to tell, but I will go, if it is a place with many gods, maybe there will be a lot of useful information?"

"And it seems to be quite fun." She said with emotion.

Yato collapsed even more.

He was getting farther and farther away from the indifferent mischievous god when we first met. This time, he simply jumped in front of Chunyan, cut vegetables for her attentively, and put on a warm smile, "Xiaoyan, don't want to have any relationship with the slut anymore." Get better, let her stop chasing me—"

"What on earth did you do?" Chunyan quickly snatched back the carrot that Yato had cut into chunks.

The young man in sportswear was leaning against the white wall of the kitchen angrily, playing with the kitchen utensils in his hands in silence. The sharp blades were just ordinary toys in his eyes.

He remembered hundreds of years ago, when he still worshiped Bishamonten, the number one god of war in Gaotianyuan who was rumored to be one of the seven gods of good luck, riding a griffin and wearing divine weapons all over his body. Slay the monsters and bring peace to the world.

That was what he longed for, and he thought it was the posture that a god should have. Compared with it, at that time, he could only wander around with a scarlet weapon, living a life without enough food.

Until one day when he was sitting by the well, suddenly a young man knelt down in front of him, begging him to save the young man's god.

"Please kill my companions," said the young man, "they...we, the divine weapons, are fighting with each other, and we are about to kill Bishamonten-sama."

Normally, only the dead souls of human beings who died by accident can become the gods' artifacts. Although there are monsters such as plum spirits who are willing to be driven by the gods, such spiritual monsters are not willing to submit to the rule of the gods easily.

Dead human beings are very convenient as artifacts, but because they were human in life, they cannot abandon their emotions as human beings, whether they are beautiful or ugly.

Sorrow, pain, jealousy, resentment, hatred, desire, any negative emotions will be perceived by the god, and then stab the body of the god, causing the clean god to produce unclean things called "disorders".

If a large number of "illnesses" are allowed to develop and are not dealt with in time, even gods will eventually degenerate into demons, and eventually have to "die" and "renew", and a new one will appear in the prayers of human beings, and there will be no previous life. The god of memory.

Yato listened to the prayer of the Bishamon artifact named "Zouma", and when he rushed over, it happened that Bishamonten's condition deteriorated to the point where it was almost impossible to save, Fei also smiled and suggested that he wait for Bishamonten to die completely replacement.

The God of Misfortune can cut anything, so he cut off all the artifacts that were entwined with the power of the God Lord——

"I killed all her artifacts at that time." Yato lowered his eyes and shrugged, "And Bishamon hated me for that."

The girl was speechless.

"If there are indeed a lot of information about Mr. Yato, I feel that the word 'serve it' can perfectly summarize my thoughts, especially when I first met Mr. Yato, you were still holding a knife and preparing to kill," Chunyan said. Trying to be tactful, "Well, the credibility is very high, your words."

"Don't say any more!!" Yato yelled.

"...But your expression doesn't look like you regretted offending Bishamonten, so you must not have said something I don't know." Chunyan said calmly.

She walked up to Yato, took the knife from the dazed god's hand, went back to the sink, rinsed the kitchen knife and started cutting new ingredients.

"Miss Bishamon is not an unreasonable person. She should have just entered into a paranoid misunderstanding. There will be opportunities for her to figure it out."

Chunyan affirmed: "After all, she is so pretty."

Yato: "...Get lost."

The feast of marriage between the gods is a unique event in November every year. Naturally, gods without a shrine cannot go to Takamagahara, and gods who do not belong to the gods will not be included in the invitation list.But because of Bishamonten's invitation and another Seven Lucky God Ebisu's guarantee, Chunyan was also included in the list of participants.

Now that there is still a distance until the end of November, Bishamonten's invitation so early is to bring Chunyan, who knows almost nothing, to make preparations, such as the most basic-making a divine garment equivalent to a human formal attire.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Chunyan's artifact, do you want to prepare one for your artifact?" Bishamon Tenren asked casually while measuring Chunyan's size.

In the eyes of normal gods, gods must have divine weapons in order to protect themselves. Chunyan thought for a while, and felt that she couldn't leave Qiya alone at home, so she asked Qiya if she was interested in going to Izumo with her.

"What, you actually have plans not to take me there?!" the white-haired boy said angrily.

Chunyan instantly compromised infinitely with the child.

Because only artifacts and special human beings can go to the realm of the gods, Chunyan officially named Qiya. This behavior caused the boy to resist fiercely, not because he didn’t want to become an artifact, but because the name Chunyan chose—too bad.

So in the rest of the time, Chunyan used any door to take Qiya out to play a few times a week, and then thought about what name sounds cool and boys like it.

In the end, she sent a group of questions to her friends, and specially focused on organizing the language to send a message to Nozaki-kun, hoping that he, a professional girl manga artist, could come up with a name that would make girls and teenagers excited.

(Ms. Mengye: Saburo Suzuki.)

Chunyan: Forget it.

The rest of the solicited names are all kinds of strange things but they don’t touch Qiya’s heart. Chunyan also hopes that Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, the future novelist, will give good suggestions, but Oda Sakunosuke was arrested because of being framed by the task entruster. She liked the curry rice at the place of detention so much that she didn't want to escape, so the reply Chunyan received was sent by an uncle named Fuzawa...

During the long protracted battle, they couldn't come up with the name of the artifact that would satisfy Qi Ya when it came to the day of the God's Discussion.

Bishamonten was worried that Chunyan would be looked down upon if she passed alone, so she put up a big battle, and specially armed herself with her mount to pick Chunyan up.

Her long golden hair fluttered in the air, dazzling like light, and when she arrived at the banquet venue, all the people who knew the Seven Lucky Gods looked at them.

The gods in the form of children with lotus pods, the dragon-like Yamata no Orochi, Mou Caitian with a pipa in his arms...the gods that have only been passed down in human memory all show their real bodies, chatting and drinking like ordinary people.

"All the gods have come here, so what should we do in places where gods are usually needed?" Chunyan couldn't help asking.

Bishamonten was stunned for a moment, and smiled softly: "Just leave for a while, there are usually other artifacts guarding the shrine, and the majesty of the sky is right there, who dares to run around during Kannazuki?"

Really, Chunyan thought with some doubts, if she already had the guts to do evil, then why would she care about the majesty of the sky, shouldn't it be when the defense is weakest?

But she would not argue with her friends because of such a matter that is not a matter of principle, so she nodded and began to enjoy the endless self-serving delicacies of the God's Banquet.

At first, Qiya would feel novelty because of the strange gods, but he was not interested in myths and legends (after all, it is not a prison temple), and gradually he stopped paying attention.

"Sure enough, the banquet is the same everywhere," he said without interest, "even if it's a god's banquet."

Bishamonten, who was standing with Chunyan, laughed in a low voice when she heard it. She raised her head and looked at the gods with a gentle expression on those who gathered together to chat about the big and small things that happened in a year.

"Every year's activities are like that, even I feel bored." Bishamonten said with a smile, "Listen to the release of the god popularity ranking by the master of the country, and then hold a marriage ceremony in the music, ah, haven't I met you yet? Explain what the marriage ceremony will be later?"

"A good relationship can bring peace and prosperity. The gods connect the bonds between people, and two different human beings in the world meet because of this. This is the marriage. It is an extremely important event for the gods once a year. Ritual. But this time you brought Ah Yan here not for this—”

Bishamonten looked at Chunyan, and an emotion called worry gradually appeared in her beautiful clear eyes.She lowered her head again, shook the glass with sake, and softly threw a heavy bomb:

"Ayan, you actually don't remember me at all."

Chunyan was stunned.

"Have you changed?" Bishamon asked subconsciously.

It is precisely because of the replacement that the original memory is lost.

(I haven't been able to find you for hundreds of years, is it because you are a nameless god who simply disappeared from people's memory and was recalled by chance until recently?)

(How pathetic, gods are such creatures.)

"It's rare to come here, why not rely on my name to communicate more with some gods and artifacts, and they will take care of you more for my sake, so that it will be better in the future."

In the future, you may not have to live this kind of life that may disappear at any time.

Zhu Qizhao, who was following Bishamonten, hesitated to speak, but before he could speak, he saw the black-haired girl pick up a glass of fruit juice and touch Bishamon's wine glass. The firm and bright eyes cannot take their eyes off.

"Today, I belong to Bishamonten, the Seven Lucky Gods." She smiled slightly.