I was a charlatan in India

"Yohoohoo!"

Inside the arduous repair factory, cries of agony rose and fell.

After Shenhe's adjustments, the loss of personnel has indeed decreased significantly, and the team has gradually grown stronger.

The private soldiers were also very happy.

Finally, I don't have to kick durians anymore!

You know what, once you don't have to kick anymore, watching others suffer is actually a kind of enjoyment!

"Push harder! Haven't you eaten?"

"Kick him hard!"

...At Shenhe's behest, the leader of the private soldiers claimed that it was all his idea.

"This is your talent; all I did was enlighten you."

Shenhe said this in a deceptive manner.

Since he didn't need Surrey's appreciation anyway, he might as well do him a favor.

Another reason is that I don't want to bear the infamy.

He always felt that this blessing system would collapse sooner or later, and that it was better for him to stay behind the scenes.

Of course, Shenhe should be most worried about his own changes.

For example, even his usual sense of responsibility and commitment are quietly fading away now.

Believers long for God to be high above them, and God grants their wish.

As the power of asceticism increases, this erosion also accelerates.

However, upon learning that the credit came from his subordinate, Surya was overjoyed, exclaiming that this man was indeed worth raising and had truly brought him honor.

I must say, my eye for talent is indeed sharp, to have discovered such a person.

No wonder the heavens chose me to handle this matter!

Oh right, what was this guy's name again?

Surrey had no recollection of this.

However, these great vengeful spirits who actually participated in the arduous cultivation did not feel as much pain as they had at the beginning.

It's mainly because I've developed calluses, and I've gotten used to the pain from so many times.

In addition, after the ascetic practice is over, incense ash will be rolled with pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory herbs, and a kind older sister will apply the medicine to them.

It feels cool and a little itchy.

You know what, it actually feels quite comfortable.

As for the high monks... only three of them survived.

They are not in a subordinate relationship; although they came together, there is no need for them to be bound together.

Moreover, the monks were playing a merit ball, which is completely different from playing with durian.

How big of a nutcase must one's brain be to keep going?

Buddha, it's not that I'm incompetent, but this kind of lousy work is better suited for those ascetic monks.

Why don't you find someone else to cause trouble?

There was even a monk who stopped reciting scriptures altogether.

He felt that there was something wrong with the end of this broken faith.

Now that he can play the "good deed" game, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause in the future.

I'm outta here. It's not a bad idea to honestly rely on myself.

The Buddha was devastated by the loss of one of his most esteemed disciples, and even the golden light emanating from him noticeably diminished.

Damn it, looks like you don't have that many followers.

Shenhe was secretly pleased as he squeezed out Jinguang's living space.

In addition, since the monks couldn't find a pair, the practice changed from two-on-two to three-on-three, which also brought about a subtle change in their mentality.

"Aww!"

Ouch, ouch, ouch... Why did you hit me so hard?

Looking at the other person's bloodshot eyes, you can tell that they were in a lot of pain just now. They were kicking you so hard because they were filled with hatred.

I see, I understand now...

Good heavens, then kick him!

Just wait, I'm going to give him a good kick and teach him a lesson!

Hatred, when passed on, not only does not lessen, but intensifies.

It's all for the Buddha's reward, why are you risking your life!

Amitabha! Kick him! Kick him to death! Amitabha!

Even the private soldiers felt their scalps tingle.

He truly deserves to be called a high monk; even without anyone supervising him, he cultivates so diligently.

Look at you guys! You kick a few times and then rest, what kind of nonsense is that!

Get up, let's do one more set!

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

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

...The slogans don't seem so appealing anymore.

Just then, a private soldier hurried in and whispered a few words to the officer on duty.

He was taken aback when he heard this, then rolled his eyes and quickly left with the private soldiers.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to give a final word of encouragement.

"Hurry up! You're not just here for me to suffer; you're working hard for yourselves!"

"I'm trying to encourage you and help you, not harm you!"

"Clang!"

"Clang..."

Durians fell to the ground one after another, and most of the civilians landed hard on their backsides, grimacing and panting.

"Ugh, I really don't want to do this ascetic practice even for a day anymore."

"Yes, if it weren't for the small reward, who would be willing to go through all this trouble!"

"Just bear with it, at least until fifteen days later, otherwise all this pain will have been for nothing!"

At that moment, someone suddenly raised a crucial question.

"Hey, do you think someone is benefiting from all this suffering we're going to endure?"

"Of course, otherwise why would he give us a tip?"

"That's not right!"

He habitually slapped his thigh, but immediately, the sharp pain made him grimace and gasp for breath.

"Isn't this just watching someone else make a profit off the difference?"

"Look, can we take a look at this and see what the advantages are?"

"Even if it means going through this hardship, we can't let others take the benefits for nothing, can we?"

"I've heard that some people practice asceticism on their own..."

Suddenly, the door opened again, and the private soldier on duty walked in.

He was holding a roll of cloth in his hand.

The private soldier walked onto the stage, glanced around, and frowned slightly.

"I've only been gone for a short while, and so many people are already slacking off."

"It seems some people are just born needing to be managed!"

Many people looked displeased upon hearing this.

Although they are indeed considered untouchables, they said when they first arrived that everyone was like brothers and sisters.

They actually believed it.

The private soldiers ignored these thoughts and waved the roll of cloth in their hands.

"Don't you guys love to rest? Don't you want to just coast along for free? Now's your chance!"

He unrolled the cloth, held it up high, and gestured to the crowd, emphasizing the large characters on it.

The Ascetics' Football Tournament!

football……?

What is that?

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even the most learned and experienced monks temporarily set aside their hatred and the merit orb, turning their attention to the private soldiers.

The Mauryan dynasty did not have a game like football.

However, this is easy to explain.

"Hey bro, come on, show us!"

"No problem, bro!"

The private soldiers who had just brought the news immediately took the stage.

He waved to the durians below the stage, and a durian flew up out of thin air and obediently landed at his feet!

The audience below the stage was shocked and bewildered.

This, this is...

Can we really achieve transcendence and sainthood by persisting in ascetic practices?

I remember someone saying when I came here that they had also gone through the same stage as me!

The pent-up discontent has begun to subtly shift...

"Brothers and sisters! Look closely, football, of course, is a ball controlled with your feet!"

He stepped on the durian with a dull thud, completely disregarding the sharp spikes.

But there was no injury on the soles of his feet.

Of course, Shenhe was actually secretly protecting her.

Even the durian's movements were supported and controlled by the incense ash.

There are many lingams belonging to the Shenhe River in this area, and the power of incense ash has also grown considerably.

The private soldier took a deep breath and kicked out with all his might.

"boom!"

The durian flew straight out and embedded itself in the wall!

The private soldier almost lost his balance when he kicked off the ground, but a timely lifting force from his waist allowed him to stand firmly.

Everyone exclaimed in amazement.

Amazing!

Master!

Even the three eminent monks exchanged glances, their faces showing apprehension.

Strictly speaking, they could actually do that too.

But without a doubt, this is extraordinary power, and it cannot be wasted casually.

Because supernatural power is a consumable resource; every bit used reduces its value.

It is said that the deeper one's cultivation, the less one likes fighting. In fact, it is not about being calm and peaceful at all, but rather about being unwilling to use power!

Just like when playing the "merit ball," they suffer so much, yet they can't bear to take it out for protection.

If they were to fight each other with sticks like commoners, it would seem too degrading.

That's why they are broad-minded and have such a dignified demeanor.

As for using extraordinary power like this, just to give everyone a demonstration...

This is simply extravagant!

The three high monks exchanged glances.

Could it be that these unassuming private soldiers are all heretical masters?

They felt they were very close to the secrets of this cult!

Buddha, where is my reward?!