Start a family after the death of Yin marriage

Election day is coming.

As a rising star in popularity, Mu Nan is also the daughter-in-law of the current chairman Kusanagi Sato, and the head of the Tomeng Audit Department. Naturally, he is the most popular candidate, but he is not without rivals. Among the candidates is Xiyuan The man from Siju, who appears to be in his twenties, has actually been dead for decades, because he has been doing good deeds all his life, and he has a big heart. He was respected during his lifetime and was called the Son of God. Dehuaren, with a 20-year-old appearance, has the self-cultivation of a century-old man. Because of his profound virtue, he has been given privileges. If he doesn't want to, he can refuse to reincarnate and stay in the middle world.

Although Xiyuan Temple is deeply loved in the middle world, it has always lived a secluded life without caring about world affairs, let alone getting involved in political affairs.Therefore, regarding his participation in the election this time, there are many speculations and many supporters.

Different from Munan's philosophy, Xiyuan Temple advocates that people forget hatred and use virtue to resolve resentment. Everyone's soul is pure and lovely. As long as they are full of kindness and kindness, the other party will definitely be moved by themselves. What the middle world needs is not Revenge, but love and waiting.

While staring at the information of Xiyuan Temple, Mu Nan knocked on the table unconsciously.

"Why, do you think this Xiyuan Temple is tricky?" Chengtang Buliang brought a cup of tea to Mu Nan, and said with concern, "This tea is freshly picked, very fragrant, try it."

"Thank you~" Mu Nan smiled, let go for a few seconds, and said, "This Xiyuan Temple seems very interesting."

"interesting?"

"Well... However, the information recorded in the middle world is limited..."

"Here." Before Mu Nan could finish speaking, Chengtang Buliang handed a folder to Mu Nan, and said with a smile, "Kitani Rin checked the information about Xiyuan Temple."

"Ah...thank you..." Mu Nan took the information blankly, with a question mark on his face.

Chengtang Buliang smiled, "Among your competitors, only Xiyuan Temple can compete with you. I thought that you probably need more information to consider countermeasures, so I prepared it in advance."

"Thank you!" Mu Nan hugged Chengtang Buliang excitedly, "You are so kind!"

"Hahaha, I feel relieved when I see you smiling." Cheng Tang Buliang patted Mu Nan's back lightly, as if to comfort a child.

"I'm going to work hard!" Mu Nan pulled out of Chengtang Buliang's arms, and patted his face as if to cheer him up, "I can't let you down for finding information for me, I'm going to work hard !” He took a sip of tea and concentrated on reading the materials.

Chengtang Buliang looked at Mu Nan with a doting smile, stood up, and walked away lightly.

Xiyuan Temple was born in a religious family. His father was the manager of the shrine. He was called a palace priest in Japan. As the son of a palace secretary, he learned Shinto from an early age, cultivated his morality, and managed the shrine with his father.

The shrine enshrines a character in the local legend, known as the God of Goodwill, that is, as long as you have kindness in your heart and treat the people around you with a kind heart, you will be rewarded with kindness. As long as everyone is full of kindness , the world will become more and more harmonious and beautiful.

They live in a remote mountain village, and the local people believe in the shrine very much. They will come to the shrine to pay homage to the big and small things every year and festival. Xiyuan Temple’s father is the most respected person in this small mountain village, and as the son of the shrine chief, Naturally, he also attracted attention, and the day he was born happened to be the rain that had not been seen for a long time in the village. People believed that Xiyuan Temple was the son of God, and it was his birth that brought quotations to the village and saved them.

When Xiyuan Temple was ten years old, his father died of illness. Not long after, his mother also died of illness due to longing, leaving him alone. When he was young, he took over the position of his father's shrine priest. His small shoulders carry the operation of the entire shrine and the belief of the entire village.

When Xiyuansi was 20 years old, people in the village took the initiative to contribute money and efforts to hold a grand coming-of-age ceremony for him.That was the happiest moment in Xiyuan Temple's life. He experienced the feeling of being loved and valued by others, bathed in the kindness of everyone, and he stepped up the ladder of adulthood. He vowed to protect this place with all his strength. The village, spread the power of the god of goodwill, so that the whole village will be shrouded in goodwill, and everyone in the whole village will be happy.

However, only a year later, the accident happened.

The village encountered the first severe drought in 21 years.

The drought this time was worse than the year Xiyuan Temple was born.

At first, it was not known who it came from, but it spread quickly in the village, and only the death of Xiyuan Temple could save the village.

Xiyuan Temple is the son of God, God sent him to the world with rain and dew, and now he must use rain and dew to summon him back.

As long as Xiyuan Temple returns to God, it will rain.

And there is only one way for him to leave this human world and return to God, and that is death.

At first, it was not known who was leading the charge, but the villagers gathered together and came to the shrine, begging Saiyuanji to return to God.

They begged Xiyuan Temple to leave this world with the method of physical relics, pray for the village, and ask for rain and dew.

But the usual body relic method takes a long time, and it takes at least several years for all stages to be added together. The villagers couldn't wait, so they dug a big pit directly and let Xiyuan Temple enter to wait for immortality.

Xiyuan Temple finds it unreasonable. The body relic is a Buddhist term, and it is nondescript to follow the procedure.

A villager became impatient and asked Xiyuan Temple loudly if he was afraid of death and refused to save them.

A woman holding a child knelt down, crying and begging Xiyuan Temple to save them.

Most of the villagers are one of these two attitudes, no matter which one, the purpose is the same, that is to let Xiyuan Temple die quickly.

Pressed by the villagers, and he really wanted to save the village, Saiionji agreed.

He entered the big pit, and as soon as he entered, the villagers couldn't wait to block it with wooden planks, and pressed a very large boulder on it, as if they were afraid that he would go back and climb out suddenly.

The world of Xiyuan Temple instantly turned into darkness.

The smell of the earth, the thin air, no food and no water, Xiyuan Temple did not last long, and after only three days, he died.

In order to know whether Xiyuan Temple is dead or not, the villagers will knock on the wooden board every hour. If Xiyuan Temple is not dead, he will ring the bell in his hand when he hears the sound.

Every time they heard the sound of the bell, the villagers would shake their heads and leave disappointed.

Finally, on the fourth day, no sound was heard no matter how hard they knocked, the villagers who came to check cheered and trotted from house to house to announce the good news.

The whole village was immersed in joy, but the rain and dew they were looking forward to did not come.

The villagers were disappointed. Could it be that the death of Xiyuan Temple could not bring rain?

Or was he not dead, just passed out?Since it hasn't been long, it's entirely possible that he's still alive.

The villagers were more willing to believe the latter statement, so they gathered again and came to the big pit where Xiyuan Temple was buried. Several young and vigorous men slapped the board vigorously.

"Mr. Xiyuan Temple?!"

"Mr. Xiyuanji! Are you still alive?"

……

There was a burst of slapping and calling, but there was no response.

"Why don't you open the lid to make sure." A villager suggested this.

The villagers nodded in agreement.

"Wait," a cautious villager stopped, "What if he is pretending to be dead? Maybe he is trying to deceive us in this way and escape while we open the lid!"

"It makes sense!"

The other villagers cast their eyes of gratitude and admiration on this cautious villager.

The villagers formed a circle around the mouth of the pit, layer by layer, with young men at the innermost, and old and weak women and children outside, like an airtight barrier.

The innermost villagers clenched their hoes and axes, ready to attack at any time.

The villagers exchanged glances, and several of them pushed away the big stone and lifted the wooden plank together.

Xiyuansi's body was finally exposed to the sun, and the rats on his body fled in panic.

"What, it's already dead."

The villagers looked at the corpse of Xiyuan Temple whose face and hands had been bitten off by rats.

"Then why isn't it raining yet?"

"Yeah, isn't the method not formal enough?"

"Ah... I'm so disappointed, I've been busy for nothing, but it didn't rain..."

……

The villagers talked a lot, feeling disappointed and anxious that there would be no rain, but no one was saddened by the death of Xiyuan Temple.

The young villagers in the front threw away the tools in their hands with a look of disappointment.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, a villager threw an ax into the pit. Impartially, the ax hit Xiyuansi in the face, cutting off half of his head.

"Ah, why are you so careless, that is the best ax in the house!" the villager's wife blamed.

"It's fine if you pick it up."

The villager jumped into the pit, because the pit was so small that he had no place to stay, so he stepped on the corpse of Xiyuan Temple, and he pulled out his axe.

"Ah, it's stained with blood, it's so dirty, it needs to be washed."

"There is no extra water for you to wash the axe. If it doesn't rain, you will die of drought." The villager's wife blamed again.

"Tsk, then I won't wash it, just use it like this." The villager said impatiently.

Just when he was about to climb out of the pit, the sun, which was still extremely bright just now, was suddenly blocked by dark clouds, and then it began to rain heavily.

"Ah, it's raining~"

"It's finally raining!"

……

The villagers cheered.

The blood on the ax was washed away by the heavy rain.

The blood of Xiyuan Temple seeped into the soil.

The arrival of heavy rain rescued the drought crisis in the village. Afterwards, the villagers stitched up Xiyuan Temple's body, held a grand funeral for him, and enshrined his tablet in the shrine.