I was a charlatan in India

Chapter 56 It's the monk's turn!

"Aww!"

"Oh my gosh!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Although these people at the bottom have suffered a lot, it still takes courage to torment themselves.

After the kick, both of them clutched their calves or toes and groaned in pain.

Of course, Shenhe also devised a countermeasure.

Right now, most people feel that their suffering comes from the jerk in front of them.

They had never experienced each other's pain.

then.

"The two sides switch!"

The crowd instantly became excited. Before they could even catch their breath, they stood up impatiently, all with sinister expressions.

Damn it, we're all just trying to make a living, and you've gone to such lengths! I won't let you get away with this!

Hmph! Look at my feet!

The person responsible for scooping the durians was also secretly determined.

Even if the skin is torn and the flesh is ripped open, I will clamp this durian into an iron wall so that you will understand the suffering I just endured!

Bring it on, you bitch!

"Ughhhhhh...!"

"Come on! Again!"

What the hell are you talking about, brothers and sisters?

Hatred is rising and spreading.

The monks exchanged glances, none of them able to bring themselves to be ruthless.

After all, they were facing a merit ball, which was much scarier than a durian.

This thing... it looks really bad no matter how you look at it!

"Great virtue?"

The soldiers approached with smiles on their faces, looking on with amusement.

Everyone says that Buddhist life is austere, but I wonder if it's austere enough to dare to kick this merit ball.

To be honest, the high monks wanted to run away.

Could it be that Shiva has discovered my ulterior motives and is plotting to harm me?

No wonder Mahata didn't come; he probably anticipated this situation.

Who would have thought that he, who seemed so honest and simple, was actually incredibly cunning!

cunning!

However, thinking about Buddha's mission...

They exchanged a glance and whispered, "Let's do it!"

"Okay! You go first!"

"You go first!"

As expected of a high-ranking monk who has received special treatment from the capital, he is so humble!

The private soldiers nodded silently and stepped forward to help them make a decision.

"Esteemed gentlemen, let's cease our argument and begin from the right side!"

Good heavens, you never need to be so talkative!

There was no other way but to go for it!

The monks on the right had no choice but to steel themselves and grab the merit ball.

They knew they couldn't just hug him; they planned to grab a few thorns and lift him up.

However, cacti grown in sandy soil are rougher than those cultivated in captivity; even scratching them horizontally can cause a dense, needle-like pain.

To make matters worse, a few thorns are clearly not enough to support the entire cactus.

"Snap... crack!"

The thorns in their hands snapped off one by one, instantly cutting open one gash after another. The barbs even tore through strips of skin, causing them to hiss in pain!

No, are the practices of this old Shiva religion really that terrifying?

They're almost as crazy as those Tantric lunatics!

Fortunately, the thorn broke off, providing a place to grab onto.

They barely managed to poke their fingers into the merit ball and forcibly lift it up, hoping it wouldn't shatter again and cut their arms.

Fortunately, the sphere itself is sturdy enough.

The monks gritted their teeth, tensed their thighs, and braced themselves to squeeze the merit ball!

"Sizzle!"

The barb pierced the skin instantly, causing a burning pain, accompanied by a numbness and intense itching.

This thing seems to be poisonous!

"Hurry up, let's get started!"

The monks holding the merit ball looked distressed and urged each other on.

This feeling is unbearable, I just want it all to end.

However, the opponent was hesitant to kick, and remained locked in a stalemate with their foot raised.

Can you hurry up?!

Wait, when you're done squeezing me, I'll give you a good soaking!

"What are you still dawdling for! Do you think we Buddhist monks are less courageous than ordinary people in the secular world?"

"Alright, alright!"

The high monk opposite him steeled his resolve, closed his eyes, and kicked out.

"Awoooooo!!!"

The high monk's voice was indeed extraordinary; his tone and volume were much clearer than others.

Many people were already hesitant because of the pain, but seeing that the high monk dared to kick the merit ball, what was this durian in front of them!

At this point, the private soldiers further incited the crowd, saying, "If you kick it a few more times, it won't hurt anymore."

"I was very scared at first, but after getting used to it, my body gradually became stronger. It can be seen that this is also a kind of Bodhidharma."

"This durian is very expensive. Whoever can kick it open gets to keep it, and there's even a bonus!"

He didn't say exactly how much this favor was.

But precisely because it wasn't explicitly stated, it really piqued everyone's curiosity.

People began to stagger to their feet, their eyes filled with malice as they urged those opposite them.

Of course, no one would believe there wasn't some element of hatred involved.

Even the high-ranking monks looked at him with resentment.

No, their expressions seemed even more sinister.

After all, they were used to a life of luxury and had never suffered such humiliation.

We're fellow disciples, yet you've resorted to such cruelty.

Alright, alright! Now it's my turn. I'm going to show you what a powerful kick really looks like!

Today, I'll teach you what it means for karma to be swift and unforgiving!

Hmph, I had a feeling something was off about you. You probably secretly misappropriated the offerings from the donation box!

Such ruthlessness is truly unworthy of a Buddhist disciple!

Hehehe, it's this humble monk's turn!

"Bang! Oh!"

"Bang! Whoa!"

"...Snap!"

As expected of a high monk! In just two rounds, he shattered that merit ball!

However, soon the private soldiers brought in new merit balls.

Good timing!

The monk was completely intoxicated.

Junior brother, watch closely, this is what it means to be senior and respectful! And why am I the only one who can be the senior brother!

This time, however, Shenhe used incense ash to protect the cacti, making them even stronger.

The power of ascetic practice doesn't come from a gust of wind; it should be conserved where appropriate and spent where necessary.

If they were to kick it to pieces, the cost of this revenge would be quite substantial.

The believer had taken a bath, so his body odor wasn't as strong.

But durian has a terrible stench.

The room was in such a mess that there was absolutely no sense of spiritual practice to be seen.

Only the slogans continue to circulate, constantly brainwashing everyone.

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

Within the space.

"So, Arti, we can have faith, but we must never be superstitious."

"To avoid becoming like them, a puppet in someone else's hands, you need to know why you trust the other person and understand that reason."

Shenhe manipulated the incense ash to broadcast the images to Arti.

Arti squatted on the ground, hugging his knees, listening intently.

"Is it the same even with Brother Da Tian?"

She blinked her amber eyes and asked without any hesitation.

Shenhe hesitated for a moment, then answered seriously, "Yes, even if you're facing me, you need to think this through."

Teaching Artie to think about herself would undoubtedly weaken the control over her.

But Shenhe ultimately wanted to leave behind someone in this world who could be treated as a human being.

Apart from Arti, everyone else—whether it was Mina, Suliye, Vasudif, or even those whose names he couldn't remember—was either trouble or a follower in Shenhe's eyes.

This is terrible.

He truly felt like a god, gradually becoming indifferent to human suffering, his mind filled only with the power of asceticism.

"Then, Brother Datian, I think you're wrong."

After a moment of thought, Arti suddenly spoke up to refute Shenhe.

Shenhe was slightly taken aback.

"How so?"

She clearly only had a vague idea, and her expression was not clear.

"Hmm... I can't quite explain it either."

"But it seems that not everything needs a reason, isn't that too tiring?"

"It's like, it's like..."

Arti frowned, then suddenly stopped talking.

She just felt that sometimes, acting on impulse without thinking can be a very happy thing.

Seeing that Shenhe did not respond for a long time, Arti cautiously probed again.

"Big Brother Tian...did I say something wrong?"

Shenhe responded quickly.

"No, this is a very good start."

For a moment, he felt a strong urge to reach out and pat Arti's little head.

The fact that someone disagreed with him actually made Shenhe feel slightly relieved.

This deity cannot remain in the present state forever.

Let's deal with the golden light as soon as possible, gather enough power for arduous cultivation, become a little stronger, and then return to the modern world.

I don't know if we can bring Arti over.

This child did not receive the ancient Indian education, and he would probably have a hard time surviving if he were separated from his parents.

He is still making excuses for himself, attributing everything to responsibility and rational thinking.

It shouldn't be a big problem...