He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 85 He was friendly to me, he must want me.

Following Dai Lulu's finger, Li Ji saw a shrine carved out of the wall next to him.

Inside, there is a black pillar-shaped object enshrined, with fresh flowers placed beside it.

What kind of cat is that?

"It looks like a shrine."

What is a shrine cat?

They had learned about the concept of God in previous lessons, but the word "shrine" was still unfamiliar to them.

"It's a place for worshipping gods. In India, there are all sorts of strange and wonderful gods everywhere. I don't know what kind of gods they are. Let me ask."

A tuk-tuk was parked nearby, and the dark-skinned, low-caste driver, Mahesh, was chatting with his counterparts across the street when he was suddenly stopped by four people.

"what is this?"

Li Ji pointed to the column-shaped object and asked.

Mahesh replied tremulously in broken, curry-like English, "I don't speak English."

Lee immediately switched to the Hindi corpus and asked again, "What is this?"

The driver, Mahesh, was dumbfounded.

A standard English accent is a sign of higher education.

Their traditional clothing was embroidered with gold thread, and they exuded a rich fragrance—things that were far beyond the reach of people of lower castes like them.

Admittedly, education and clothing can be bought with money.

Over the years, those Vaishyas who did business have also had these characteristics.

But one's demeanor doesn't lie.

He looked at Delulu, her arrogant demeanor, her disdainful gaze, and the aristocratic air she exuded in every gesture—how could she possibly be one of those third-rate Vaishyas?

Only Brahmins who have been immersed in aristocratic education since childhood possess this kind of temperament.

That arrogant demeanor, that look of disdain for trash—he's obviously a Brahmin!

Even Kshatriyas don't have this kind of temperament!
The priests in my hometown village look just like this.

He was certain that all four of them were Brahmins.

But why would they ask themselves what's inside?
Brahmins have received more religious education than most people, so how could they not recognize Shiva's sacred pillar—the lingam?

They must be looking for trouble; they're deliberately trying to find an excuse to humiliate me, this Dalit.

Last week, someone had their leg broken because they couldn't speak clearly when talking to a Brahmin.

Thinking about this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He immediately lowered his head and said in a trembling voice in Hindi, "Ling, Linga."

"OK, thanks."

Mahesh was completely dumbfounded.

There was no expected beating or kicking; in fact, the person was very polite—something even her own mother had never been so polite to her.

The four of them continued to examine the shrine while looking at their phones.

"What does it mean?"

He used his brain, untouched by knowledge, to think rapidly.

Although he was not corrupted by modern knowledge, he was fortunate to have a wealth of Hindu knowledge to guide him.

He looked at Shiva's pillar and understood everything.

“The Brahmin was friendly to me, but logically speaking, it is impossible for a Brahmin to be friendly to me; he must have some ulterior motive.”

“As an untouchable Dalit, I possess nothing of value. What could I possibly have that would tempt the Brahmin lord?”

“I have nothing but the divine pillar that Shiva gave me.”

He hesitated, touching his dirty pants.

If the other person is a woman, he will receive Shiva's guidance.

But the other person is a man, so maybe we should wait for him to receive Shiva's influence first.

Having thought of this, he loosened his grip on his pants.

Upon receiving the news, Li Ji immediately began searching for information about "Linga".

"Linga, the pillar of the Hindu god Shiva?"

"Delulu, the fertility worship you've been longing for has finally arrived."

Upon hearing this, Dailulu silently put down her phone and deleted the eight photos of Lingjia that she had already taken.

"Shiva once spent 100 years with his wife?!"

"And thus, Indian civilization was born?!"

Indian knowledge is so profound that anyone who reads it must be on a higher level.

"The Linga is the origin of the universe?!?"

"Linga is the highest being in the universe?!?!"

"When the end of the world comes, the universe and all the gods will merge into Linga?! ...

"I second that!" Shark Baby clenched his fist, filled with righteous indignation.

Milia pointed to the mountain of garbage next to her and the countless cockroaches inside, saying, "They provide a vast habitat for cockroaches."

"Let's get down to business first."

Mahesh was about to make his escape when the tuk-tuk was halfway to turn around and was stopped again. Cold sweat soaked his back.

He gripped the throttle firmly, not daring to look directly at the Brahmin in front of him.

"Can you take us to the best hotel around here?"

The driver was bewildered again.

Why would a Brahmin ride a tuk-tuk, such a low-end mode of transportation? Even if they are from out of town and don't drive, they should take a taxi, such a high-end mode of transportation.

Aren't they Brahmins?
If it's just a Kshatriya, I wouldn't mind receiving Shiva's guidance.

Li Ji felt that the other person might not have heard him, so he repeated himself.

"Could you take us to a hotel where the local Brahmins live?"

Mahesh panicked; they really were Brahmins!

Why take a tuk-tuk?

I guess he's a down-on-his-luck Brahmin who can't afford a taxi, so he's just trying to freeload off me.

The driver nodded helplessly.

He stammered, "But one car for four people isn't enough. I'll call another one."

His rambling left Li Ji and the other three completely bewildered.

This is the first time I've seen someone express their native language at an alien level.

He waved, and a tuk-tuk pulled up behind him.

Li Ji roughly understood that he wanted him to ride in two cars.

They readily got on, one for themselves and Shark Baby, and the other for the girls. Since they were disguised as strong men, there was no need to worry.

The tuk-tuk crawled along the crowded narrow road at a snail's pace.

Li Ji wasn't worried at all about being sold into prostitution.

After all, with Shark Baby's combat prowess maxed out, and having developed his own rubber man mode, what can mere Earthlings do to me?

It would be even better if they could be sold, as the lower castes would exploit the higher castes, directly enriching the investigation report.

It can be written in the "Social Relationships" section.

Unfortunately, the two Dalits didn't dare to have any ill intentions towards them and simply took them to the Nadsa Taj Hotel.

In a city teeming with cockroaches, this hotel is like a paradise.

The vast estate isolated it from the outside world.

Tuk-tuks can only be parked outside the wall. Looking through the gate, you see a garden-like wonder.

Passing through the fountain, a two-story white traditional Indian square building sits in the distance.

A wall separates two worlds.

"how much is it?"

Mahesh was stunned again.

This is the first time a Brahmin gentleman has ridden in a tuk-tuk.

He dared not accept the money; he was afraid that if he did, he wouldn't even know which leg had been broken.

He remained silent, clumsy.

Li Ji asked again, "How much?"

He remained silent, sitting blankly in the driver's seat.

“He seems to be deaf,” Shark said.

Li Ji reluctantly got out of the car, stuffed twenty US dollars into his pocket, and drove away.

Mahesh only recovered after seeing the group walk a long way away.

He shakily pulled out the brand-new, still-warm US dollar bill from his pocket.

When you hold it to your nose and take a deep sniff, you'll smell the refreshing scent of ink.

"I knew it! Praying to the American president is effective; I earned US dollars so quickly."

"If I pray for a few more years, I'll definitely be reborn in America in my next life!"

Li Ji and his group walked through a huge courtyard filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Everything here made him feel incredibly disoriented, as if it were a completely different world from the outside.

They entered the magnificent lobby, which was not much less impressive than the hotels in Beverly Hills.

Looking at the posters displayed next to the front desk, Li Ji smiled knowingly.

"I didn't expect there to be this kind of activity here."

(End of this chapter)