I was a charlatan in India

Dalit shantytown, the doctor's house.

The reason we always call him "doctor" is because every time he causes a medical accident, he changes his name and goes into hiding.

Over time, even he himself couldn't remember which names were relatively safe, so he simply stopped introducing himself and only referred to himself as a doctor.

There's no way around it; patients' money is just too easy to make.

Regardless of the illness, they would force-feed the patient anesthetic that made them drowsy.

Are you feeling unwell? A good night's sleep will do the trick. If you're still feeling better, it just means your constitution is too weak.

I've done my best. Goodbye.

Over time, a few unfortunate souls with unyielding lives actually came to regard him as a miracle doctor.

Even with the praise of these people, the doctor became somewhat arrogant and actually thought he had some skills.

In fact, his medical skills were probably less reliable than his boxing skills when he was robbing the shack.

But compared to the young and ignorant Arti and Mina, who was practically grounded, this guy was really the most suitable person to spread rumors.

So Shenhe assigned him two tasks.

First, spread the rumors you've created.

Second, find those who believe in Shiva and persist in asceticism, and understand their pursuits.

The former can resolve Mina's predicament, while the latter is purely for the power of asceticism.

Having learned from Agni's lesson, Shenhe understands that under the blessing system, one must never respond to believers arbitrarily.

Especially those ascetic guys, who knows what troublesome wishes they're harboring.

Come to think of it, these people who torment themselves year after year, even if they initially had some normal desires, will most likely become distorted in their suffering.

"Understood, understood. I'll arrange these two things immediately and make sure they're done well, to your satisfaction!"

The doctor was filled with trepidation and his face was full of obsequiousness.

"very good."

Putting aside right and wrong, good and evil, this doctor was very pragmatic, which pleased Shenhe greatly.

He paused for a moment and then added a few more words of advice.

"Remember, stay away from the Saraswati family, and keep quiet about Mina's pregnancy."

"This is a scandal involving the Brahman family; provoking them could very well lead to your death."

"Even if I save you, it will be a tremendous sin that will affect both your present and future lives."

"So, I don't want this kind of conflict to happen, understand?"

Shenhe did not hear Vasudiv's thoughts, but he did have this worry.

For the sake of his family's reputation, a Brahmin head of household might actually make decisions such as silencing witnesses.

Since this doctor is currently working for me, I should at least try to protect him a little.

"Lord Shiva, rest assured, I will absolutely keep my mouth shut! I won't cause you any trouble!"

The doctor nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, go and get ready."

"Do more good deeds in the future, so that you may reap good results even in this lifetime. Do not give up on yourself."

"You'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, Shenhe withdrew his consciousness and planned to return to Mina's house.

To be fair, this ability to manifest through the lingam is quite convenient.

Protecting Mina is the priority right now, and Vasudiv will likely find someone else to abort her.

Agni must be born safely, after all, his life is tied to hers.

Once a child is born, there are many ways to provide shelter, such as taking them into one's own space to raise them.

With the power of asceticism, Agni should have been able to live a good life.

However, when Shenhe appeared on Blackstone Linga, he found that the surroundings were all dark red.

Um……?

He felt as if he were covered by a red velvet cloth, and suppressed murmurs kept coming from his ears, making him feel dizzy.

Something's wrong!

This murmur is very strange!

Since I don't have a physical body, how could I possibly feel dizzy?

Shenhe immediately decided to withdraw his consciousness and escape to other lingams.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; when the wind blows, he'd better get out of there!

However, he found that he could not leave the place!

"The evil spirit has manifested! Everyone, give it your all!"

A loud voice rang out nearby.

At the same time, Shenhe felt the annoying murmur grow louder, as if the whole world was spinning and shaking!

Oh no! It's coming at me!

Damn it, it's probably that Vasudif who's become suspicious of this Gunglinga!

Although we don't know who's outside, it must be some kind of extraordinary power!

Moreover, the fact that they could accurately sense my arrival means they are quite capable; I need to find a way to escape quickly!

Incense ash, is there any incense ash?

Shenhe wanted to find incense ash, but found that his consciousness was confined within the red cloth and could not spread out at all!

not good!

What about the power of asceticism?

"Help me fight off the enemies outside!"

"Heavens!?"

Shenhe tried to mobilize the power of his ascetic practice, but even his will was like a stone thrown into the sea. He could make a wish, but he couldn't get a response from himself!

Damn it, if it weren't in that space, the blessing couldn't have been bestowed at all!

Even more terrifying, as the murmur grew stronger, Shenhe felt his consciousness gradually dissolving and plunging into darkness!

will die!

These people outside really do have a way of killing me!

Meanwhile, on Mina's side...

"Father, this is blasphemous! That is the lingam of the heavens, no matter what, we..."

"Shut up, Mina."

Vasudiv rudely interrupted his daughter: "You should wake up from your fairy tales!"

"I'm telling you plainly, whether it's us or those monk soldiers outside, we're all just charlatans trying to make a living by putting on airs!"

"I'm letting them make this money today to completely extinguish any hope you have! To let you know that so-called faith is nothing more than a tool for making money!"

"If the Great Celestial you speak of truly exists, why doesn't he jump out and punish me, and why doesn't he respond to you?"

His words were like knives.

"What you should do now is stay here obediently and wait for the doctor to arrive so they can get rid of that bastard in your belly!"

"Then marry into the Nabu family and serve your husband well; only then will you not have failed your family in raising you!"

Mina's face was deathly pale, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

It wasn't out of fear; she wasn't so afraid anymore.

Mina believed that the heavens would come to save her; the heavens had their own plans.

However, her father's words still pained her.

It hurts terribly.

"Great Heaven..."

Meanwhile, the doctor, who had just swallowed a large pancake, was sneaking out of the shantytown.

He was very pleased with himself.

No way! This is a divine decree from the heavens! Does that mean I'm Shiva's messenger?

If things are handled well, you might just reach the pinnacle of life, and those high-and-mighty nobles and rich people will have to lick your boots in the future!

Spreading rumors is something I'm good at!

He planned to take a bath first, steal a decent set of clothes, and pretend to be a high-caste person to start spreading the word.

Brahmins and Kshatriyas cannot fake it; they can't get past the skin color barrier. But Vaishyas have no problem at all.

Tsk tsk, a foreign merchant who possesses divine pronouncements, that's quite an identity.

It's settled then!

As the doctor envisioned a bright future, he subconsciously avoided the affluent area and disappeared into the night.

Shiva, just you wait and see!

Shenhe, on whom Mina and the doctor placed all their hopes, is now almost finished!

The influence of the whispers grew ever deeper.

At first, it only made him feel dizzy, but gradually, even his thinking became sluggish.

My brain felt like it was stretched into a long line, with every thought having to travel from one end to the other.

By the time I got back, I had already forgotten what I was thinking about.

If this continues...

this……?

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What happened...?

...How...How...

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