I was a charlatan in India

He can't handle it.

Despite Dana's confident words, even Vasudiv is no match for forces that can influence river defenses.

Besides, he is a Vaishya.

Let alone confronting them, even testing the person behind the scenes is a very dangerous operation.

Who knows, the other party might suddenly decide to smash up your family in one fell swoop.

Dana is undoubtedly talented.

But without resources, the impact of talent is limited.

He was putting on a confident act, just to trick Vasudiv into taking the field.

As mentioned earlier, the Brahmin in charge of the rituals had some influence, and perhaps considering this, the other party would be able to gradually release some goods.

Even a fly's leg is still meat; you can make a little money from it.

More importantly, we wanted to drag Vasudiv down with us, to let him know that we had suffered a setback.

Then we can use that as an excuse to give away a smaller share of the profits.

Dana was also quite helpless.

This business is getting harder and harder to run.

No wonder my peers are all fleeing; perhaps I should really consider stockpiling some gems and valuables and making a quick getaway.

Of course, he didn't neglect the parts that required handling and struggling as well.

Let the other party know that the bone is tough to chew, so they won't be so overbearing when they try to take advantage of it.

Dana's approach was undoubtedly correct.

Being sandwiched between the Surya and Saraswati families, achieving this level of success is already extremely difficult.

If it's just the three of them, this would be the best course of action.

Who would have thought that there was such a strange thing as the Shenhe River?

What's the hottest topic in Varanasi lately?

That must be the extraordinary ascetic Nishi, who overpowered the holy monk Mahata of the capital on the banks of the Ganges, and brought glory to the supreme Brahmanism!

It is said that he has received a great blessing from heaven and has acquired astonishing power!

Perhaps in the near future, I will ascend to Sudarshana City and engage in a fierce battle with the Heavenly Emperor Indra!

...You know, there are quite a few people who believe even this kind of nonsense.

Some ascetics even became quite enamored after hearing about it, and thus their grueling practices became even more extreme.

Many ascetics who were marked as high-ranking have already died in dark, secluded corners.

This is not a good thing.

Shenhe already sensed something was wrong.

Every deity has followers, let alone Indra, the God of God.

If things continue like this, perhaps soon some of Indra's followers will come out and cause trouble for him.

No, Nish's persona is nearing its end.

We need to squeeze every last drop of value out of it, then kick it aside and give the doctor a new identity.

Of course, Shenhe was unaware that there were indeed Indra followers in the city, and that they had long heard the rumor.

But they didn't care.

Are you kidding me? My Indra doesn't need another beating from you!

Go ahead and hit me anywhere!

After you've finished fighting, let's see who ends up sitting on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor!

What blessings? Those are just the little tricks of the Triads and my Lord.

on!

Keep it up!

I want to see blood flowing like a river!

Honestly, the whole process of some wicked person getting a blessing and beating up the Heavenly Emperor has been etched into the doctrine.

Even Indra's followers themselves enjoyed it.

Just like Kun Kun.

They don't care.

No, I should say they love it.

And now, there's a follow-up to this hot topic of the impending beating of Indra!

Before setting out, the mysterious and powerful ascetic Nishi planned to distribute porridge to all living beings to show the mercy of the heavens!

...The design of Shenhe is definitely not like this.

The rumor he wanted to spread was that Nisha was explaining the new teachings of Shiva to all beings, seeking out ascetics to exchange ideas with, and at the same time distributing porridge.

In just half a day, all that was left was distributing porridge.

Free food is always so reliable.

Oh, right, and we're about to set off to beat up the Heavenly Emperor.

When two top-tier topics collide, they spread like wildfire!

The design of Shenhe River has once again reduced it to a roadside road!

"...In short, don't show yourself this time. Focus on finding the ascetics."

He quietly changed the main character in the plan.

The doctor's faith was not devout enough, but he was obedient and knew right from wrong.

He was already feeling uneasy.

Blowing away high-caste lords and beating up the Heavenly Emperor are two completely different things.

Although the Heavenly Emperor is backed by the Great Heaven, in mythology, whoever beats the Heavenly Emperor was blessed by the Three-Part God!

They all ended up suffering the consequences.

Lord Shiva, how about we discuss this and have someone else beat up the Heavenly Emperor?

I just wanted to make a living, I never thought I'd go all out!

Hearing Shenhe's order, the doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

call.

saved.

As expected, everything was going according to Da Tian's plan!

The porridge distribution site was very close to Dalit's shack area.

Firstly, Shenhe mainly targets believers from lower castes.

Secondly, no application is required to conduct business here.

If believers discover that Da Tian can't even get a venue application sorted out, wouldn't that expose his deception instantly?

Several large earthenware jars were set up on the open ground of the shantytown.

The devotees were required to line up in long queues, each holding their own broken bowl in one hand and something representing Shiva in the other.

Even if it's just a stone that's slightly shaped like a linga.

Shenhe initially considered using Linga's method entirely, but these people might not all know how to do it, so he simply simplified the process.

Passenger flow is the top priority; this is something ingrained in Shenhe's very being.

In addition, he also wanted to try to see just how simple the linga could be.

After all, if they can make do with IV drips, then they should be able to handle real stones too, right?

The scarred merchant wore a hooded robe, the brim of which was pulled low to cover his face.

The reason for choosing this attire was mainly to prevent being targeted by someone who might kill their followers.

Shenhe even set up a dark room in the space, planning to hide the believers inside as soon as the porridge distribution ended, and then release them in another place.

This false god, although he deprives believers of their right to make wishes and steals rice from their homes, is also exceptionally concerned about their personal safety.

The scarred merchant stood on a wooden crate and repeated his instructions in a loud voice.

"Raise your tokens and chant with me; all who sing praises to the Great Heaven must be sincere!"

"If your heart is not sincere, the porridge will not appear!"

A chorus of uneven repetitions rose from the audience: "If your heart isn't sincere, the porridge won't appear..."

The scarred merchant was a little dumbfounded; this sentence doesn't need to be repeated.

These people are truly obedient, but they're also incredibly stupid.

He now understood where all those concoctions came from; it seemed the butler was right when he said some guys couldn't understand human speech.

I used to think it was just an excuse, but now it seems I really wronged him.

He's gone a little off track.

Fortunately, Da Tian's voice quickly echoed in his mind, guiding him: "Don't worry about it, keep going."

Oh, heavens!

Upon hearing Da Tian's voice, the scarred merchant immediately regained his composure and continued presiding.

For Shenhe, who has extensive experience in public speaking, the reaction from the audience is completely unimportant.

Those who want to listen will listen, and those who don't want to listen can fall asleep even if you put them next to the speakers.

The content of the chant was naturally the plan that had been discussed at the meeting.

They simply removed the vision of transforming themselves into Brahmins and replaced it with the idea of ​​enjoying happiness in this life.

The main reason is to avoid causing trouble.

After all, religion is an abstract concept, and only a minority of people would take it seriously. But caste is a real and tangible system.

Publicly advocating for breaking down caste lines will only invite the iron fist.

"...Witness great wisdom and great enlightenment!"

As the final vow was shouted, everyone heard the solemn divine decree: "As you wish."

At the same time, the broken bowl in his hand suddenly became heavy, and bowls of porridge appeared out of thin air!

miracle!

An undeniable miracle!

The crowd erupted in huge gasps and cheers!

"Great Heavens!"

"Heaven has shown its mercy!"

"I...I heard the voice of the heavens!"

Everyone's face radiated unbelievable excitement and joy when they received that trembling lump of porridge.

Of course, what they didn't know was that during the oath-taking ceremony just now, their precious right to make a wish had been stolen by a piece of porridge.

Whether their wishes will be fulfilled in the future depends on whether their hypocritical angels have any conscience.

As things stand right now, there probably aren't many.

Of course, among the crowd were not only the poor begging for porridge, but also pairs of eyes belonging to different factions, reporting the situation here to their masters.

Interestingly, these spies often carried a bowl of porridge in their hands.

And they haven't realized what this means yet.