I was a charlatan in India

Inside the space, Arti was looking at the photo on the table, slowly sketching out the facial features of Xiang Hui's body.

Shenhe's face is still quite pleasing to the eye, inheriting the good looks from his mother, which brought him a lot of convenience during his time in the market.

But looking at my busty version of myself, I felt awkward no matter how I looked at it.

So he instructed Arti to incorporate other elements, such as Arti himself.

But never rub Agni.

The photos were obviously taken by Shenhe.

After that porridge distribution, Shenhe, whose number of believers had surged, was finally able to obtain the power for ascetic practice.

Although the output was far less than that of Agni, the dark red energy was still increasing little by little.

After all, most of these believers were Dalits and Shudras, and just being alive was already like a form of asceticism.

Now that he had a way to replenish his energy, he was willing to use his blessings to do some things.

For example, perfecting the body of the incense ash so that one can better manage this small religion.

Shenhe will not foolishly accumulate energy and expect to grow stronger based on its current efficiency.

Money only generates benefits when it circulates, and in Shenhe's eyes, the power of asceticism is also a form of currency.

However, it's still necessary to save where you can and spend where you can; careful budgeting is essential.

For example, when this photo is generated.

At first, Shenhe thought of making the finished product directly, but the amount of hard work required was enormous.

After all, this is something far ahead of its time, and these kinds of things seem to be very expensive.

So, they settled for second best.

Unable to afford a photograph, he decided to commission a portrait instead.

However, the paper and paint needed for painting were also out of date and were not cheap either.

But Shenhe changed his approach.

If I can't afford to buy it, I can make it myself.

Papermaking is simply a matter of pressing and drying plant fibers. If you don't care about quality, the basic principle isn't too difficult.

The materials used are locally common jute and palm leaf palm, mixed with some river mud as a base.

Under Shenhe's command, Arti mixed them evenly and used a traditional pressing and drying method to quickly obtain several sheets of grayish, low-quality fiber paper.

Hmm... it's gray, and the edges are fuzzy.

But in this era, it was already an extremely great invention.

As for paint, forget about it; he lacks the relevant knowledge and his abilities are really limited.

At this point, a blessing is applied as a base, and incense ash is used to create patterns on the paper.

The quote was sent back quickly, and the cost was negligible.

After all, it was just helping Shenhe with a draft; it wasn't worth much.

However, the photo's quality...

You know, this color scheme looks like a funeral portrait no matter how you look at it, plus Artie kneeling below, it's really awkward.

I had already seen my own funeral hall beforehand.

Shenhe was speechless for a moment.

You get what you pay for; cheap goods always have their own problems.

He had considered directly using the blessing to shape the incense ash body.

However, once it comes to shaping the body, it is immediately judged as creating a divine body, and the price is terrifyingly high.

For now, I can only make do with the ability to manipulate incense ash.

The good news is that pursuing a religious path is feasible.

The porridge distribution had a great impact, and even though this campaign has come to an end, believers continue to spread the word.

After all, miracles are visible to the naked eye, and the porridge jelly was indeed eaten.

More importantly, some clever people have already tried asceticism and actually exchanged several slaps for food!

My goodness, Da Tian is still the most reliable!

Whether the master hits you or you hit him yourself, it's all the same.

It's all because of stuttering, so what if I get hit a couple of times!

You can also wash away the sins of your past life, pay off your debts, and enjoy happiness in this life!

Dry!

Ascetic practices are prevalent in Varanasi, with lingams everywhere and the sound of clapping and striking the ground constantly filling the air.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The most sensitive groups are naturally religious groups like Vasudiv.

The Saraswati family.

As the servants reported back, Vasudiv's expression grew increasingly cold.

This new religion is so impolite!

Although we don't know how that miracle was done, it was undoubtedly a deceptive trick!

Gods are all lies; they don't exist at all!

This new religion uses all sorts of dubious things to attract followers, which is understandable, since everyone is just trying to make a living.

The problem is that the price is too low!

Can you get food by making a vow?

If this continues, who will still want to do manual labor for us!

This dilutes the value of religion! This is short-sighted and destructive!

"Go, investigate further, and see which fool is backing you!"

Not only Vasudiv, but almost every religious family is testing the waters.

Apart from Indra's followers.

They were gathered together, singing and dancing, celebrating that their god was about to be beaten.

The Heavenly Emperor is about to undergo another tribulation, let's get excited!

"It's said that after Nish finished distributing the porridge, he set off to beat up the Heavenly Emperor, punching him an extra time for every bowl he gave out!"

Good! What ambition!

My gods are being tormented by three different gods in turn. Can your gods do that?

say!

Beneath religion lies the Kshatriya, who represent royal power.

Those most concerned about this matter are the higher-ups, such as that young master Suliye, who is currently embracing two young girls while listening to his subordinates report on the situation.

"Boss, I'm not lying."

His subordinate's tone was also helpless.

"At that time, after I finished reciting the oath, the porridge appeared out of thin air, and I received it myself, you see."

Suriya glanced at the porridge and jelly his subordinates had brought back, showing some disdain.

"Is this all you get for following a religion? This religious group doesn't seem very wealthy."

"Tsk tsk, who knows what kind of magic trick it is."

"Appearing out of thin air, do you even believe that yourself?"

His face stiffened, and he replied truthfully, "I don't believe it."

"Ha ha!"

Surrey slapped his thigh and turned to the girl beside him: "You see, even he doesn't believe it himself."

The girl pursed her lips, smiled apologetically, and offered the peeled grapes.

This is much more expensive than porridge jelly.

However, Surie raised her hand to push him away, her smile fading slightly, and said in a joking tone.

"If you yourself don't believe it, you certainly wouldn't make up such nonsense to fool me. It seems that so-called miracle is indeed quite far-fetched?"

"Yes."

The subordinate forced a smile and said, "I assure you, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Um……"

Surrey nodded: "That's interesting."

"Send someone to investigate and find out who's behind this trick."

"They're doing business on my turf without even asking beforehand or offering money; they really don't understand the rules!"

"Yes, young master."

The subordinate received the order and rose to prepare to carry it out immediately.

"etc."

Surrey called his men to a halt and handed them a plate of grapes.

"Go to the Sharma family and deliver this to Anshu, and while you're at it, ask for his opinion."

"By the way, if he's free, it would be better to just call him over."

"Yes."

The Vaishyas below them were not so strongly opposed to this matter.

In recent years, it has become increasingly common for the old church to seek new ways out. To them, this is nothing more than another new trick played by some family.

It's certainly lively, and you might even be able to make a quick buck by jumping on the bandwagon, but as for the actual reaction...

Apart from Dana, who had a stake in the matter, everyone else was just watching the show.

Of course, some devotees silently worshipped or regretted missing the miracle.

The Nabu family.

"Sir, the scene was indeed very orderly, the oath was very well designed, and it spread extremely quickly."

"In addition, the way the porridge jelly appeared was very peculiar. There were many eyewitnesses and many people believed it. At present, it is almost common knowledge among the lower classes."

The old servant spoke clearly and calmly, maintaining the Nabu family's consistent pragmatic style.

Dana leaned back in her chair, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the string of gemstones.

This matter is not simple; it almost simultaneously crosses the red line between the Brahmins and the Kshatriyas.

Only top religious families or certain fanatical believers who disregard the consequences could plan such a thing.

No, there is another possibility.

Those who are holding themselves back are preparing to reap the benefits directly.

Thinking of this, Dana frowned, deeply feeling the inconvenience of his Vaishravana identity.

In any case, this matter must be investigated thoroughly.

Someone like him, stuck in the middle, could easily be destroyed if he were to get involved in the plans of those in power.

Seeing that the master was thinking, the servant remained silent and stood aside, waiting for instructions.

After a long while, Dana finally raised his head and looked at the servant.

"Try to look for clues, but be careful not to offend those important figures."

"Yes, sir."

The servants withdrew in an orderly fashion.

After a moment's thought, Dana also got up, took his servants, and headed straight for Saraswati's house.

He was somewhat embarrassed, after all, he had made some bold statements to his father-in-law not long ago.

"I'll take care of everything."

Besides him, there was another guy who posed a threat to Shenhe and was also watching his movements with great interest.

That was Maha, the most eminent monk in the capital, second only to the ascetic Nishya, whose disciples were even capable of driving away the Shen River!