I was a charlatan in India

Near the stadium, the congregation was more harmonious than ever before, whether they were players or spectators.

Forget about the mutual harm among the lower classes, forget about exorbitant taxes and tyranny; why bother thinking about such nonsense!

Can worry really change things?

The fundamental principle is: those who are not in a position should not meddle in its affairs.

Watch the game!

A goalkeeper picked up a durian and slammed it down on the player!

"Click."

The joint snapped.

"pretty!"

The law-abiding citizens who bet on an odd number cheered in unison!

Encouraged by the audience, the goalkeeper became even more proud. He stomped on the durian and waved to everyone around him...

"screw you!"

With a flying kick, the goalkeeper was knocked to the ground, and then the crowd rushed over and snatched the headband!

As for playing football?

What kind of football is this? Only living people have the right to shoot!

Come on, let's have a good fight!

Of course, the Divine Punishment Army and the priests in charge of this match both looked rather grim.

Although they didn't know what real football was like, they had a feeling that what young master Surrier wanted was definitely not this kind of brawl.

The chaos has exceeded expectations.

The priest hesitated for a moment, then whispered to the captain of the divine punishment army beside him.

"We need to intervene in the second half. Go talk to those who fought the hardest and explain the rules clearly."

The captain was taken aback.

Rules? What rules?

You know what, the players on both teams are actually quite good.

Even with the game going like this, no one was in a daze and committed a foul.

Apart from the two goalkeepers, no one touched the ball with their hands!

Of course, the main reason is that their hands were busy hitting people, so they didn't have time to grab the ball.

After a moment's hesitation, the officiant took it upon himself to speak.

"So tell them that fighting is allowed in the second half, but ultimately someone has to put the ball in the goal; it can't just end like this."

"There are many more games to come in this tournament. If we don't show the audience some variety, it will soon degenerate into gladiatorial combat and be banned."

"What if the young master gets angry and makes us kick durians too!"

Makes sense!

Look, no wonder he was able to become a high priest!

The captain received the instructions and quickly relayed them.

Of course, they were overthinking it.

Surya found joy in it.

He even singled out the goalkeeper who broke someone's leg, saying he would reward him handsomely after the game.

If you're not disabled, bring you to work for my men!

There was still a lot of time left in the first half, and the chaos continued.

Mahata felt that he was probably insane.

The scene before me doesn't seem like something a normal human being would do.

Speaking of which, a few days ago, I remember feeling like I was pierced through the chest by a giant beam of light, and then I came back to life...

Thinking about it carefully, this doesn't make sense.

Am I mentally unstable and hallucinating?

The high monk was suddenly plunged into self-doubt.

As one important believer after another fell into abnormality, the golden Buddha could no longer sit still.

He cast his gaze with Mahata as the coordinate.

Let me see...

No, it seems like Varanasi is seriously ill!

I couldn't understand the golden Buddha, but I was deeply impressed.

Although the scene was chaotic, as we have said, believers are not in the mood for wild thoughts when they are indulging in pleasure.

Therefore, both the power of asceticism generated and the shaping of divinity were unexpectedly pure.

That's the only good news.

……

So innocent!

The more I looked at the golden Buddha, the more frightened I felt.

No wonder that new god seems to be missing a screw in his head; it turns out that all believers are this kind of scum.

Luckily, I didn't covet its divinity and managed to sever my tail and escape in time, otherwise...

In the realm of the gods, the Golden Buddha's judgment is absolutely correct.

However, since both he and Shenhe had responded to Mahata, it had become an excellent transit point.

As he cast his gaze down with Mahata as the coordinate, the connection that had been severed by sacrificing a portion of divinity was quietly re-established...

This re-established connection is rather hollow, neither the chaos of the Shen River nor the pure indifference of divinity.

Its presence is very faint.

Like a machine that has lost its owner, it operates on its own according to a pre-set program until the battery runs out, at which point it can finally collapse and rest in some corner.

Therefore, neither Mahakasyapa nor the Golden Buddha noticed anything unusual.

Arti was also in the stands.

Under the blessing, mortals are completely unable to cause her any trouble, not even to have the thought of doing so.

But this creates a very incongruous phenomenon.

The area around her was unusually clean.

Even the audience spoke softly, afraid of disturbing this little girl they had never met but who they liked very much.

Both Mahakasyapa and the Golden Buddha noticed this phenomenon.

The blessing bestowed upon Arti is only for humans; it naturally cannot interfere with a divine being like the Golden Buddha.

Mahata, who possessed a certain degree of faith power, vaguely remembered a vague idea after a brief moment of dazedness.

This little girl is acting strangely; we should keep an eye on her.

Of course, they have no reason to launch an attack right now, as Varanasi is an away game for both Mahathir and Golden Buddha.

Mahata came with a mission to spread Buddhism, while the golden Buddha...

He wanted to run away.

Just kidding, proselytizing also depends on the location. If you try to convert all the lunatics in a city into believers, it's because you're afraid your divinity won't collapse fast enough.

As for Artemis, she couldn't understand the audience's enthusiasm at all, but the players below were somewhat similar to her father.

But there are also differences.

My dad only bothers himself, and at most occasionally asks himself if he wants to practice asceticism.

The people in the audience were hurting each other like noble lords beating up the poor; it was truly terrifying.

Arti frowned slightly.

According to Surya, this grand occasion was arranged by the Great Heavenly Brother.

Why did Brother Da Tian do this?

He shouldn't be a bad person.

Arti was somewhat puzzled.

More importantly, where did Brother Da Tian go?

Arti was unable to return to her residence and received no response from Shenhe, leaving her feeling somewhat lost.

Suriya said that her brother Datian was busy with other things, but why did she have no recollection of it at all?

Arti recalled the details before the Shen River disappeared, and always felt that there was a rather vague part of it.

Those were memories that Shenhe erased using the power of his ascetic practices.

His thought was simply to keep Arti out of his troubles.

However, when Arti discovered that her brother Da Tian had disappeared, her first reaction was, "I have to find a way to bring him back."

She hesitated for a moment, then ran back to the house near the temple.

"Sister Mina, do you have Linga here?"

Arti thought that to find Brother Datian, he first had to find a linga.

Mina certainly does.

The gilded tungsten linga had already been moved over by Surya's men.

Arti was actually quite unclear about the usage of Linga, since Shenhe never cared about such things.

However, Mina is very familiar with her.

Under her guidance, Arti patiently burned incense and prayed near the lingam, spreading the incense ash evenly across the base.

Next, in order, offerings of clean water, shortbread, sesame oil, and flowers are made.

After the worship is finished, prostrate yourself on the ground and make a wish.

If the gods deem it reasonable, they will respond; otherwise, you should reflect on whether your ideas are too outrageous.

For example, wanting to be the father of the heavens.

No god with a sound mind would respond to such a nonsensical wish.

...That's how Mina taught her.

Good strategy, but Arti wants to make some adjustments.

She suppressed her temper and respectfully worshipped, made offerings, and made wishes.

Then, after hesitating for a moment, he secretly glanced at Mina, then lowered his voice and responded to himself in a low but serious tone.

"As you...wish?"

The incense ash trembled slightly, but it seemed as if it had only been stirred by the wind.