I was a charlatan in India

"Those who have practiced asceticism from all corners of the world have attained the status of Brahmins in this era!"

"Kick with all your might, and you'll be rewarded with prize money!"

"If you can practice asceticism now, why don't you strive for it? Are you going back to be a slave?"

"Take the first step in rigorous training, and embark on the path to extraordinary achievements!"

"Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!"

Early in the morning, a large number of brocade banners were unfurled at the factory where the repair was being carried out.

Several loud-voiced private soldiers shouted slogans back and forth, repeating the same few phrases over and over.

They frequently changed shifts, always keeping their voices loud and clear, with happy smiles on their faces, as if they truly believed in this nonsense.

Of course, compared to kicking durians, shouting a few slogans is just incredibly exhilarating.

At first, everyone found it noisy, but considering the free breakfast and showers, they put up with it.

But after I finished eating, my mind was filled with those few lines of poetry.

Even when the private soldiers shout out a line, they unconsciously fill in the blanks with the next line in their minds.

After all, there was no substantial content in it, and the logic was extremely vague, as if it was just for fun.

However, the monks frowned slightly.

This slogan emphasizes speed and efficiency, with both positive feedback and threats being simple and direct.

It's probably impossible to fool those with a brain, but it's really simple and crude for those low-level trash.

Even without much education, one can roughly understand the meaning based on instinct and tone of voice alone.

What's even more frightening is that, unlike scriptures, this thing abandons deliberately created learning obstacles and personality shaping, seeking only information dissemination and relevance to the people.

This will result in a terrifying rate of spread.

Especially those who are illiterate, because they only know these few phrases, they will often keep them on their lips and repeat them over and over again.

They've already heard some people making jokes about the slogan.

It's only been a short while!

Speaking of which, after eating and drinking for free, it's time to get some work done, right...?

I've heard that the ascetic practices of the Old Church are quite extreme; I hope I won't suffer too much here.

Not really.

On the first day, Shenhe did not arrange any ascetic practices at all.

He had his private soldiers gather everyone together, and because they had all bathed in spices, they felt exceptionally comfortable.

Only a few eminent monks found it difficult to adapt.

Good heavens, how dare these lowly people crowd around me!

Stay away from me!

Next, several private soldiers carried out the uniforms and distributed them one by one.

The clothes matched the style they were wearing; they weren't particularly exquisite, but they were clean enough and made of reliable materials.

The private soldier smiled kindly and gestured for everyone to change into the new clothes.

"Put these on, we're family now."

After everyone had changed, one of the private soldiers raised his hands and shouted.

"Everyone, now that we're here, we're all brothers and sisters!"

"Praise be to God!"

Several private soldiers below immediately echoed, "Blessed is Heaven!"

Not many others reacted because they were unprepared, but some who were used to blindly following along shouted a few times.

The private soldiers on the platform paid no heed and shouted again, "Praise be to Heaven!"

This time, many people followed suit and started howling as well.

When there are many people, the slogan becomes quite powerful.

"Praise be to God!"

"very good."

He nodded in satisfaction and raised the slogan again.

Now, most people joined in the shouting.

Anyway, shouting a few words won't hurt, so I'll just join in the fun!

"Praise be to God! Praise be to God! Praise be to God!"

The sounds rose and fell.

Seeing that everyone was gradually getting into the zone, the private soldier raised his hand and pressed it down slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Next, it's time to arrange some arduous training...

The audience was somewhat uneasy.

hope……

still none.

A group of private soldiers brought out chairs so that everyone could sit comfortably and listen attentively.

After everyone was seated, the private soldier cleared his throat and began to spout nonsense.

"Gentlemen, I was once a Dalit, just like you."

The audience was stunned.

Judging from the well-built muscles of these private soldiers, they are obviously very well-nourished. I never expected that they would come from the same background as us.

The high monk was also momentarily stunned.

This person always tries to elevate himself, so how did he end up putting himself at the bottom of the social ladder?

Although Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, even within the Buddhist community, few people truly believe in this concept.

If all beings are truly equal, why am I kneeling before the Buddha instead of him bowing to me?

But those genuinely working-class people in the audience were all very excited.

If this person was once a Dalit.

Does that mean that one day I can stand on that stage, commanding a group of subordinates, and be just as prestigious as him?

"That's right. If I hadn't joined this place, I might still be starving and homeless."

"Perhaps at this very moment, I'm scavenging for food in a garbage dump, fighting with others for a shack, and wherever I go, I'm despised, driven away, and even beaten and verbally abused for no reason!"

The private soldiers, as they spoke, found it all absurd.

Are there really people who can't get enough to eat? Who have to fight with others for a room to sleep in?

Why don't you cook some meat if there's no rice to eat?

Can people really be this stupid?

That's nonsense!

He was also beaten and verbally abused?

Just kidding, if anyone dares to glare at me, I'll smash their legs in the dark!

The private soldiers seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they themselves were the ones bullying the lower classes.

He was just a little worried that the people below might believe this nonsense.

They couldn't imagine Dalit's life.

Would you care about how a beggar sleeps on a street corner?

But the crowd below nodded in agreement.

This is just like me!

Even most of the Shudras agreed.

Shudras were also from the lowest rungs of society, and sometimes even ended up associating with Dalits, so they were deeply aware of these things.

I never expected that this soldier's background was even worse than mine!

Maybe one day, I'll be able to live a better life than him!

Suddenly, life seems to have a purpose?

Seeing the reactions of the crowd below the stage, the private soldier felt as if he had seen a ghost.

Damn it, are these people out of their minds?! They actually believe this kind of nonsense...

No, if anyone believed this, then it wouldn't be nonsense!

It has to be our boss; he came up with this idea in a way I never could have imagined.

Speaking of which, how did the boss know about all this mess? Could he really be a Dalit?

It wasn't until his colleague coughed twice that he snapped out of his daze and continued organizing.

"That's right, this is a place without discrimination, where hard work pays off."

"My mother is a..."

Next, the private soldier recounted the tragic situation of his relatives and friends, the scorn they suffered, the hardships of survival, and the difficulties of growing up...

In short, it was terrible.

He found every single sentence in it to be utterly absurd.

But judging from the reactions of the people in the audience, they might actually have experienced something similar.

That's weird.

This feels worse than kicking a durian; they might actually...

While lost in his own thoughts, the private soldier numbly uttered the same gibberish he had recited countless times.

"...So, I'm really grateful for this encounter."

"It gave me enough to eat, clothes to wear, and even freed me from having to fight tooth and nail for shelter from the wind and rain, leaving me covered in bruises!"

"It was here that I realized everything was indeed within the arrangement of Heaven."

"It makes me absolutely believe, certain, and convinced that only God can bring true salvation and lead us out of this sea of ​​suffering!"

At this point, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Damn it, after hearing this nonsense for so long, even he started to believe it a little.

Colleagues applauded at appropriate times to liven up the atmosphere.

"good……"

"good!"

"He truly is our good brother!"

This time, the crowd wholeheartedly agreed, their cheers rising like a tidal wave, and their applause thundering.

Although they are not all in place, they do not fade away for a long time.

That's fucking great!

Why are those Kshatriyas and Brahmins born high and mighty, while I have to suffer?

Dry!

I'm going to change all of this!

I want to be as imposing as those private soldiers on stage.

They have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and they don't even have to fight for a place to live!

If you can practice asceticism and don't work hard, are you going to go back to be a slave?

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Brothers, we're all in the same boat!

"Those who have practiced asceticism from all corners of the world have attained the status of Brahmins in this era!"