I was a charlatan in India

Upon hearing this, the group of businessmen immediately perked up.

Perhaps this is the core purpose of Dana.

I said, businessmen don't get up early for nothing, how could they possibly give up their share for nothing?

So that's what they were up to, trying to attract people to partner with them in business.

That's not surprising!

Of course, there's no business in Dana.

The point of this discussion is simply to provide a reasonable justification for one's actions.

After all, any businessman who can make a fortune in Varanasi is cautious enough to notice his tendency to cash out quickly.

If such a huge flaw is not filled, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

However, as long as one puts on airs and emphasizes this so-called "new business," some people will lower their guard against one's true intentions, thus helping one to gradually share the risks involved.

So he began to describe this non-existent deal in a mysterious way.

"This business is related to the recent rumors about the sacred fetus. I wonder if any of you have heard of it...?"

"...My information is that more than one important figure is secretly watching. If we can get even a small piece of information, that would be..."

"If I could secure a place in this business, it would be a guaranteed livelihood, and I wouldn't have to struggle to make ends meet anymore!"

Just like deceiving believers, fabricating a business deal only requires painting a vague picture, and others will naturally fill in the details for you.

After all, Dana is only bringing this up in public now, and it's not yet time to discuss it in detail, so it's normal for her to keep some things to herself.

"I cannot disclose further details here."

He stretched out his fat finger and solemnly spouted nonsense.

"However, the channel has been basically opened, and those monk soldiers would never dare to collect taxes on this matter."

"If any interested parties are certain of their intention to cooperate, they can arrange a private meeting with me."

After saying that, he didn't forget to provoke those hesitant retail investors.

"Business is tough these days..."

"Alas, debt and taxes are more terrifying than evil spirits."

Upon hearing this, everyone wholeheartedly agreed.

"Yeah yeah……"

Within the space.

Shenhe manipulated the power of asceticism, splitting them in two one by one.

The part that was previously contaminated by the golden light was separated, while the newly flowing in ascetic power was directed to another part.

He discovered that as the power of asceticism flowed in, the range of the golden light was also quietly expanding, always covering the entire area of ​​asceticism power.

But once separated, the golden light indeed stopped spreading.

This slows down the erosion process considerably.

However, in just one night, the golden light had penetrated to about one-third of the depth of the power of arduous cultivation, and the energy required to expel it had reached more than 1,200 square meters.

Shenhe had a vague feeling that if it were to completely permeate this energy, it would likely bring about terrifying consequences.

Therefore, when necessary, some ascetic energy must be deployed to reduce the rate of infiltration.

Of course, this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst; the problem should be solved as soon as possible.

In addition, Shenhe also kept something in mind.

He planned to start diluting it once it had eroded more than halfway.

Otherwise, what if the other party suddenly accelerates and catches you off guard?

His impression of Buddhism was now extremely poor. In Shenhe's eyes, these monks and Buddhas were truly treacherous.

Every single one of them deserves to be utterly destroyed.

Yes, your Buddhist sect has repeatedly caused me to lose the power of my arduous cultivation, so I will not let you go.

Do you really think I'm made of clay?

Thinking of this, Shenhe turned his gaze to the factory where the ascetic had been repaired and gave instructions to the private soldiers.

"These eminent monks already possess profound knowledge and skills; ordinary ascetic practices would only delay their progress, and they need to be treated specially."

"You guys are doing this..."

On my second day at the company, I'm about to start some serious self-discipline.

Of course, they weren't made to kick durians right away; Shenhe still arranged a lot of brainwashing.

The private soldiers took turns going on stage to tell one inspiring story after another of how they changed their lives through arduous self-cultivation.

"I'm a child from the mountains, and I didn't receive much education..."

"My mother is seriously ill, and I can't afford to treat her. If it weren't for this opportunity, I might have had to throw her into the Ganges River with my own hands..."

"Brothers and sisters, look at my strength now! But do you know? Just two months ago, I was lying in bed, on the verge of death..."

"My wife ran off with someone else because she thought I was useless, leaving behind an elderly mother who is paralyzed in bed..."

Everyone who goes on stage presents a new version.

Of course, not a single word in it is true; it's all adapted by Shenhe from a health product sales meeting.

Although the wording is different, the core message is highly consistent.

I was once just like you, or even worse.

But through ascetic practice, all of that changed!

This is how I do it, and it's the same for you!

"Brothers and sisters, follow me in worshiping the Great Heaven, and then you may begin your ascetic practice!"

The private soldiers held up the linga and distributed them to everyone.

The oaths are the same old thing, purely a way to trick believers into giving their right to make vows.

The monks exchanged glances.

This wording is indeed "Mahaksha".

You've found it! This is it!

Oh, Buddha, are we about to receive a reward?

Shenhe didn't respond to them at all.

Regardless of whether these monks have any problems, even if they don't, he doesn't need them and there's no need to risk responding.

After everyone became believers, they naturally got down to business and began to contribute their arduous spiritual practice to Shenhe.

Soon, durians were placed in front of everyone.

Most of them were filled with curiosity, carefully examining this unique fruit.

Just like here, durian is considered a luxury fruit, and the lower classes can't afford it.

The smell of this thing...

Even Indians, who have a lot of hygiene problems, couldn't help but frown.

The monks were quite familiar with each other, after all, they lived in luxury and had no shortage of resources.

However, when it was their turn, the private soldiers brought a different kind of plant.

Several extra-large cacti.

To be honest, the private soldiers also found this thing quite novel.

India did not have cacti at that time; these things were brought back from the Americas by Columbus later.

However, in order to vent his anger, Shenhe deliberately used his ascetic power to move them from the Americas.

This operation is not expensive.

After all, this thing actually exists; it just hasn't been passed down to the past.

You know what, this wild cactus looks much more ferocious than Shenhe had imagined.

The rough, sharp spikes were menacing, even with tiny barbs, and each one was as long as an index finger.

The surface is covered with red and yellow patterns, clearly indicating the presence of some kind of terrible toxin.

The harsh environment makes them extremely aggressive.

These cacti probably never imagined that a lunatic would clamp them between his thighs and then kick them repeatedly by another unjustly treated creature.

"Great virtue."

Following Shenhe's instructions, the private soldiers spoke politely.

"My Lord said that the Buddhist temple is a pure and precious place, and the smell of durian is foul and somewhat defiles it."

"This object is called the Merit Ball, and it has a connection with Buddhism. We would like to ask several eminent monks to use it for their practice."

Looking at the menacing wooden spikes, even the high monks couldn't help but swallow hard.

This kind of spiritual practice refers to...

Soon, the demonstration began: a private soldier stood on the platform and used his legs to hold up a durian.

Then, the soldier opposite raised his foot, mustered all his strength, and kicked out hard.

"Bang!"

That was incredibly solid!

However, neither soldier showed any sign of pain.

Because between their legs and feet, there was a thin layer of incense ash.

Although the amount of incense ash seemed small, it was exceptionally sturdy, blocking most of the impact for them.

Of course, they themselves were also surprised.

After all, they had previously participated in arduous training, and those old injuries were still on their bodies.

Could it be that this arduous practice will gradually make the pain go away?

At this moment, the leader of the private soldiers spoke up.

"Gentlemen, the first step in this ascetic practice is to overcome the fear of pain, and even to make pain fear us!"

He pointed to the two soldiers.

"You might feel pain at first, but once you get through the beginning, it's pure practice without any suffering!"

"Now, listen to my command, pair up and begin sparring!"