I was a charlatan in India

Arti suddenly realized that until now, she had only heard her brother Da Tian's voice and knew nothing about his appearance.

So if you want to find Brother Da Tian, ​​the first thing you need to do is be able to hear his voice.

We need to get a Linga.

Obviously, the environment in modern India is somewhat different from that in ancient India, so finding a linga is not easy.

Arti searched aimlessly, but for quite some time he found nothing...

Ok?

Her gaze was drawn to a vending machine in the corner of the alley.

Near the machine, a faint pink light flickered, standing out starkly in the night.

Although Arti couldn't read the words on it and didn't recognize the machine, she recognized the things inside.

Without a doubt, that is Linga!

The lingams varied in size and shape.

Some are covered with bumps, some are wrapped in spirals, and some look like octopus tentacles...

What's even more remarkable is that there are absolutely no traces of splicing; each one is perfectly natural!

Even with Arti's extensive knowledge, he could see their extraordinary nature!

Great!

With this, we'll surely be able to find Brother Da Tian!

Arti examined the sacred objects inside, one by one, through the glass.

The ones at the bottom of the shelves are generally quite large, so they must be of the best quality.

And those glass artifacts, to her from two thousand years ago, seemed priceless.

Big Brother Da Tian will definitely like it!

However, without a key, the vending machine is difficult to open from the outside.

Those who have run this kind of small business should know that Linga's sales volume is very high, sometimes requiring three to four restocking trips a day.

Linga, which costs less than three yuan to purchase, can be sold for sixty or seventy yuan if it is given a more appealing package. Some naive young men will secretly buy it.

Businesses that make money this way naturally face fierce competition.

Modern business warfare is far less complex than that of ancient India.

The simplest way is the best way. The best way to take advantage of this kind of business is to block the keyholes so that the merchant can't open the vending machine and can't restock.

After visiting a few times, customers noticed that the packaging was always the same, so they naturally started trying out other alleyways.

Even if they are caught red-handed occasionally, and someone comes to find them, at most they will try to smooth things over and pay a locksmith ten or twenty yuan in compensation.

They'll do it again next time.

To cope with this vicious competition, many shops choose to block the lockbox in the corner.

To break the lock, you have to move the vending machine.

Such behavior, if you give enough gifts and the other party has no one to protect them, can escalate to the point of breaking and entering, vandalizing and robbing.

If you don't amass a fortune in gold coins by then, you'll be locked up and forced to work on a sewing machine for a year or two.

That's not worth it.

As for the lock above, it's basically just for show.

Even someone who has never learned how to pick locks might be able to open it by poking it with a hard object for a while.

This kind of device that opens and closes frequently simply cannot be paired with heavy-duty locks; once it breaks, it will be very difficult to fix.

Of course, as cameras became cheaper, these kinds of incidents gradually decreased.

Even these machines are gradually being replaced by magnetic locks that can be opened even when the power is off.

Only the older models modified from water-cooled machines still retain this structure.

The machine in front of Arti is of this type.

To get the Linga inside, you have to switch the vending machines.

This is obviously unlikely for someone as slender as her.

She could only try to pray through the glass, asking for the power of the Great Heavenly Brother... Sister.

The good news is that this great goddess is diligently consuming the power of asceticism and is not hindering the wishes of believers at all.

Soon, a blow from two thousand years ago landed precisely on the vending machine.

"Hiss—!"

The Goddess of Incense Ash, along with her followers, traveled two thousand years into the future and looted all the vending machines.

Arti was quite satisfied as he took out the Linga cigarettes one by one, removed their alluring packaging, and after carefully selecting them, left with his favorites.

One made of rubber is the best.

It was long and large, heavy and drooping down into my hand.

He naturally took all the glass items with him; they were crystal clear, and Artie couldn't take his eyes off them, so he bought them all.

She liked the one that was made to look like a gemstone radish the most.

Arti embraced his beloved Linga and made another wish.

"I want to go back to Brother Datian's side."

With the words "As you wish," Arti returned to the side of the fool in the hospital gown.

"..."

Even if she were oblivious, she could probably guess that this person was the so-called Brother Da Tian.

Shenhe maintained the same grip on the IV drip, but with his eyes closed, he truly resembled a devout person…

A devout mental illness.

No normal person would worship an IV drip.

Not to mention he was wearing a hospital gown, which was quite fitting for the occasion.

If this is Brother Da Tian...

His situation looks very bad.

Although Arti found it hard to accept, she still tried to understand her beloved brother.

After all, that's why she came here.

Arti wondered if Linga could help Brother Datian regain some of his strength?

So she carefully took the IV drip from Shenhe's hand.

Then, he picked up the thick rubber ring with both hands and solemnly placed it in Shenhe's hands.

"Big Brother Tian, ​​this is the most powerful one. Take it and get better soon."

Arti was sincere.

Seeing that Brother Datian still didn't react, she looked at the other glass items in her hand.

Arti struggled for a while before reluctantly placing the radishes one by one next to Shenhe, leaving only her favorite gem radish.

She held the small radish in her hands and bowed in worship.

"Let's wake up Brother Datian..."

This wish was not answered immediately.

Because it's too expensive; it's like sending another person to Hyundai.

Arti didn't hear "as you wish," so he knew his wish hadn't been fulfilled.

However, she lacked knowledge of the power of asceticism and simply believed that she was not devout enough.

Considering Mina's attitude, perhaps I really was too presumptuous?

So she followed the method Mina had taught her, praying and worshipping over and over again.

Within the space.

The incense ash body continues to mindlessly respond to the worshippers' prayers.

She had actually considered using the blessing to give herself a stronger body.

However, this matter was also judged as "body casting," and was exorbitantly expensive.

Like the Shenhe River, they had no choice but to give up in frustration.

In fact, for legitimate deities, the physical body plays a very minor role.

Reality was insignificant to them; only divine power was real.

For example, that golden Buddha statue, perhaps its original form has long since become a skeleton in a tomb, or perhaps it doesn't even have an original form, but is purely formed from the will of believers.

However, Xiang Hui's body is very similar to Shen He's. They both have the same pursuit: to become superhumans, abandon the shackles of gods, and live a shameless life.

Therefore, divinity is preoccupied with how to develop faith and create a virtuous cycle of the power of asceticism.

What they were thinking about was how to get their fill and then run away.

For local believers, divinity is much more reliable than these two.

Incense ash also caused him physical distress.

Although repeatedly clearing away the power of asceticism can effectively suppress Shenhe and divinity, one is still unable to break free.

This almost means that the three of them can only remain in a stalemate as the lowest level of faith creations until the day when Shenhe is completely exhausted by divinity, ending this confrontation.

I don't know if I will be purged at that time.

This body is too fragile.

If the divine beings intended to act, they could easily obliterate her by creating some ultrasonic waves.