I was a charlatan in India

The food at the arduous factory now includes meat!

Today's meal was exceptionally lavish, and each dish was carefully prepared.

The meat was cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, emitting an enticing aroma. Paired with refreshing side dishes, it whetted the appetite.

There's even plating and decoration, making it quite pleasing to the eye.

And there's no limit!

Shenhe places great emphasis on positive feedback.

Those who have suffered but haven't run away should be made to see a quick return on their investment.

Since all worldly resources are stolen anyway, exchanging them for the power of ascetic cultivation is well worth it.

Ok?

The secular world?

Have I been led astray by those bald monks?

What worldly matters? Bah! Bah! Bah!

Of course, you can't feed meat to monks; he's not Zhu Chongba (the Hongwu Emperor).

Besides, the monks weren't his own followers, so the meat was a waste.

For the eminent monks, the private soldiers also brought out exquisite bowls and chopsticks to arrange on the plates.

This put them at ease.

It's not that I'm against eating meat...

In fact, these monks were quite fond of meat, and they ate quite a lot of it in private, but they still had to put on an act in front of the heretics.

Otherwise, if it gets out, wouldn't that ruin one's own reputation?

"Venerable Sir, we know that Buddhism prohibits eating meat, so we will certainly take this into consideration. Please rest assured."

"However, these other believers are, after all, mortal beings, and need to recuperate after being injured. Please forgive them, sir."

Good heavens, we need to nourish ourselves too!

Hurry up and serve the food!

The high monk's legs were also in a terrible state.

Well, it's even worse.

Wild merit orbs have barbs that make them extremely difficult to remove; they even had to use precious supernatural powers to barely force them out.

Soon, the first dish was served.

"Great Virtue, this is the thread for mixing merit."

The high monk's heart sank.

Merit balls? Could it be that we kicked those...?

The private soldiers offered a seemingly comforting answer at the opportune moment.

"Don't worry, every single merit ball has been washed."

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was completely dead.

After the lid was removed, a dish of red, green, and yellow vegetables was revealed.

Clearly, there are more than just merit orbs inside.

The private soldier explained carefully, "My lord, this dark green part is the merit ball."

"The yellow part is shredded ginger, supplemented with mustard seeds and long pepper powder, which gives it a very unique flavor."

Piper longum is a type of long pepper, a sweet and spicy pepper powder.

Shenhe originally wanted to add some ghost peppers, but they weren't available in India at that time, and he didn't know their origin, so he could only reluctantly substitute them with mustard and ginger.

Indeed, knowledge is power.

When I have the chance to return to the modern world, I should definitely catch up on my studies.

However, the current configuration is quite exciting.

You bald monks, watch me make you so happy you'll meet the Buddha!

The high monk's face turned pale, and he was almost certain that his group had been deliberately targeted.

They weren't like the ordinary people in the neighborhood; they naturally knew that spicy food was extremely detrimental to recovery from injuries.

If it weren't for the Buddha's mission, they would probably have stormed off by now, or even started a riot.

From this perspective, these monks were truly eminent, and they were extremely devout to their Buddha.

However, the fluctuations in the power of ascetic practice within the Shenhe space indicate that this bundle of merit threads has already caused considerable harm to the high monk's mind.

Soon, the private soldiers brought in the next dish.

Fortunately, there were other dishes...

The lid was lifted, revealing some flaky objects of indistinguishable color.

"Great Virtue, this is the merit ball of Masala."

The private soldier continued his introduction:

"This masala is a unique blend of spices from our region. Each family has its own slightly different ratio, giving it its own distinctive characteristics. You are welcome to try it."

The high monk was already cursing in his heart.

I thought to myself, what do you mean by each having its own characteristics? It's just a bunch of random seasonings, and whether you sprinkle them in a lot or a little, or evenly or not, is all up to luck.

This is truly a case of wronging Shenhe.

The masala given to these bald monks was carefully prepared, with a very particular ratio.

Just a tiny taste will send a burning sensation from your throat to your stomach, making your veins bulge.

The monks' sense of smell hadn't failed them, so they could naturally guess the smell.

They exchanged glances, but most of them did not make a move.

Only one idiot took a bite, and instantly felt the choking go from his nasal cavity to the top of his head, making his eyes roll back in his head.

But he forced himself to finish the meal, bite by bite.

Amidst violent coughing and tearing, my brain stopped working, but one thought of self-desecration remained crystal clear.

"Buddha...do you truly wish for your disciple to endure such pointless suffering?"

"Or is it that Mahata is right? This is a test sent by the Buddha, and the disciples have failed, so naturally they must suffer this punishment?"

As for the other eminent monks, they probably didn't even have this much awareness. They either secretly resented themselves or retreated in fear, but they never reflected on their own actions.

Then, the private soldiers put down bowl after bowl of clear soup.

Hmm... this doesn't look spicy, and it's quite thick; it looks like it can even be stretched into strands.

However, this green, lumpy thing is probably that damned merit ball again!

That's right.

"This merit ball soup requires precise control of the heat to cleanse the palate and allow everyone to better savor its unique flavor."

but……

How could there not be something fishy going on here?

The soup had too much salt added, making it so salty it tasted bitter.

Guess why it's so sticky and stringy.

It's just that the grain flour was deliberately added to prevent the salt from settling at the bottom, and this is the state it presents after being stirred evenly.

Just one sip and your taste buds will be so overwhelmed by the savory flavor that they'll temporarily fail you!

But you can still feel the spiciness.

Because spiciness is a sensation of pain.

Moreover, in order to neutralize the bitter taste from the saltiness, you have to eat rice and vegetables.

And rice, as a staple food...

It was naturally full of delightful surprises!

Where do you think you're going!

The red and green thorny bark of the Merit Ball was peeled, chopped, and mixed with grains. Then, unfiltered Ganges water was added and the sauce was reduced over high heat. Even the chefs who cooked it dared not taste it!

Hehehe, this time I'm going to help your stomach and intestines get through a major ordeal and help you understand what it means to cultivate yourself in this world!

quack!

Finally, the private soldiers brought out plates of scrambled eggs.

Upon seeing this, the high monks exclaimed with relief, "Finally, we've seen normal food again!"

Scrambled eggs are great, scrambled eggs...

"Nonsense!"

Suddenly, a private soldier shouted, "This egg is also an unborn life; how can you use it to disturb a virtuous person's cultivation? Take it away, take it away!"

"No, you lot, stand before the master and let him watch you eat it bite by bite, as an apology!"

"yes!"

The remaining private soldiers, looking dejected, nodded in agreement.

This scrambled egg is very well made; it looks, smells, and tastes great, making it incredibly tempting.

The high-ranking monks swallowed hard, attempting to speak: "Actually, Buddhism can..."

"Don't worry, Da De!"

The private soldiers immediately interrupted.

"Although our doctrines differ slightly, since you are here, we are brothers and sisters, and we will naturally fully respect your beliefs."

"You lot, hurry up, don't offend Da De's eyes!"

"yes!"

The other private soldiers quickly responded, no longer savoring the food, and shoveled the remaining scrambled eggs directly into their mouths, swallowing them whole.

"belch……"

Someone even let out a satisfying burp.

The master felt even hungrier.

Soon, the familiar slogans rang out again.

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

"...Taking the first step in arduous training, one embarks on the path to transcendence!"

Many believers who had just swallowed their food raised their fists with great enthusiasm and shouted their slogans before the private soldiers could finish.

"Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!"

Some people, while enjoying their meal, would glance at the merit ball set meal in front of the high monk and feel a strange sense of superiority welling up inside them.

See, it's still best to follow our great heaven.

What's the point of practicing Buddhism if you can't even afford meat?

However, the side dish of the merit ball also looked carefully prepared, with even the ingredients being such rare items.

Our Great Heaven is indeed merciful, treating even heretics with such courtesy.

Benevolence and righteousness!

These thoughts naturally flowed to Shenhe through his faith, silently eroding his conscience, shaping his divinity, and making him increasingly enjoy his designs.

If believers approve, then God approves.

Under this distorted belief system...

The first Paronychia Soccer Tournament is in full swing!