I was a charlatan in India

At this moment, Shenhe's attention was entirely focused on the doctor.

He manipulated the incense ash, making it cling tightly to the other person's clothes.

It wasn't out of a desire to punish the other party; Shenhe wasn't that bored.

In fact, even when he was trying to stop the doctor, he was quite restrained and tried to only disturb the doctor's breathing.

If you want to kill, drilling into the other person's brain and causing an infection can be fatal, or even suffocation can be a simple matter.

However, the values ​​instilled by modern education prevent him from killing a human being at will.

Even if the other party was mostly a bad person, or even if such a Dalit was not considered human in the local area, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

Let alone causing someone's death, in his past life he would have softened his heart even if he helped his family kill a chicken, and afterwards he would have set up a small incense burner and mourned for the chicken for a long time.

The main purpose of this operation was to secure this readily available labor force.

Since the other party has taken me for an evil spirit, I might as well take advantage of the situation and scare him into doing things for me.

For example, spreading rumors.

Rumors spread more easily at the grassroots level and are harder to trace back to their source.

After all, unlike those in higher positions who need to consider the consequences, they are just looking for fun, so they can say whatever they want, no matter how bizarre or daring.

Moreover, it is easy for misinformation to spread rapidly.

Moreover, this is a secret of the Brahman family, which makes it even more of a topic of conversation.

Then, by slightly provoking the established arguments, things will become much simpler.

Using incense ash to follow him was a last resort. This doctor wasn't one of his followers, and once he lost contact, it would be very difficult to catch him again.

This was the only way he could operate; he had to stick with the other party.

The farther the doctor fled, the more difficult it became for Shenhe to control the incense ash; even the incense ash that had never been offered to him began to fall off.

But when the doctor ventured into the shantytown, Shenhe's sense of control over the incense ash suddenly intensified.

He quickly guessed the reason: there was a lingam left by Agni nearby.

In other words, the act of lodging in the lingam can expand one's territory.

The shantytowns inhabited by Dalits are scattered at varying heights, and the air is always mixed, sweet and sour, and always mixed with a pungent fishy smell.

The doctor fled in a hurry, only managing to stagger back home after smashing open a broken wooden plank that served as a door.

As soon as he entered the room, he turned around immediately and used his shoulder to block him.

He trembled for a while before collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.

There seemed to be something stuck in my throat.

The shack was cramped and dark, with the only light source being the pale white sky outside.

In fact, this house doesn't belong to him.

Dalit's shacks have changed hands frequently since they were built, sometimes because the original owners died, and sometimes because intruders forcibly drove them away. These are all common occurrences.

In any case, no one cares about their conflict, and no one will waste time upholding justice for the common people.

The doctor's situation is the latter.

He snatched the house from an old ascetic.

That day, he kicked the old man into the mud, punched him repeatedly, and then picked up a stone and hammered at him, finally establishing his ownership of the shack.

He was extremely ruthless; if he hadn't been ruthless enough, he might have been targeted by other Dalits that very day.

But when that old man was being beaten, his screams were actually tinged with a kind of pleasure, which was truly perverted.

He hadn't thought much about it at the time; he just felt uncomfortable.

But today, this strange incident has left the doctor feeling uncertain and apprehensive.

Could it be that the old man really did achieve something through his arduous cultivation, and this is my retribution?

His gaze swept around the room, finally settling on a pile of trash in the corner.

Those were the junk left behind by the previous owner, which he was too lazy to clean up, so he simply kicked them all together.

Inside was a crudely made linga.

The doctor didn't believe in God, and he just kicked it into the trash heap, even breaking a few pieces of it.

What kind of bullshit heaven is this? You can't even protect your own linga, how can you protect me?

But now, strange things have really happened to me, and those memories about ghosts and gods are flooding back.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he even considered praying for divine help.

Once his breathing had calmed down a bit, the doctor gritted his teeth and carefully reached out to touch Linga.

I remember... contacting the Great Heaven required this thing.

He was not familiar with religion.

The Dalits lived in constant uncertainty, which often led to polarization in their beliefs.

Those who believe in it become immersed in it, placing all their hopes in this place where they can indulge in fantasies.

Most people who don't believe in it, like him, scoff at it and won't waste time trying to learn about it.

"Great, Great Heaven?"

The doctor hesitated and probed.

He wasn't even sure about the procedures and titles for worshipping Shiva; he just hoped that this great deity could solve his problems and stop the evil spirit from harming him again.

It should be that the linga is placed in front of you, and then...

What should I do next?

Chanting scriptures?

He doesn't know how at all.

Make a wish?

Even when begging from a nobleman, you need to do something first; simply asking directly usually won't work.

You should do something to please God before you can make a wish.

Oh, and ascetic practices!

Those ascetics tortured themselves first. I used to think they were crazy, but it turns out it really does have benefits.

Give it a try, you won't lose much!

After a moment's hesitation, the doctor gritted his teeth and slapped himself twice across the face.

"Slap! Slap!"

wait.

There was no response for a long time.

He thought about it and wondered if he should focus on his wish and practice asceticism.

Otherwise, if God doesn't know what you're trying to do, He probably won't respond.

So he slapped himself while begging as if he were asking for work.

"Great God, Lord Shiva, I... I kowtow to you, please, please don't let that evil spirit harm me!"

"I... I'll definitely find more offerings in the future! No, I'll find you even more believers!"

"I'll bring all the sick and dying Dalits to worship you!"

"I... I'm very useful, I'm very good at fighting. Anyone who doesn't bow down to you, I'll beat them up! Just keep me safe!"

If the real Heaven heard this utterly nonsensical remark, it would probably kill him on the spot with a fork.

But Shenhe didn't care.

Even he himself didn't know the procedure for worship.

The doctor's request was clear: he wanted the evil spirit to stop harming him.

This is simple!

I'm familiar with that evil spirit!

Although this doctor had no power for arduous cultivation, his wish could be fulfilled on the spot without any cost, essentially a free gift of a great karmic seed.

Shenhe responded decisively.

"As you wish."

The sudden voice in his mind startled the doctor so much that he fell to the ground, his face turning deathly pale.

Is Shiva really real?

My God, did I just beat up a guy who could communicate with gods before?!

Lord Shiva, spare me! No, forgive me!

I will never do it again!

Listening to the doctor's jumbled thoughts, Shenhe felt even more convinced that this guy was definitely easy to fool.

"As long as one knows reverence, everyone has a chance to atone for their sins."

Shenhe set the tone for the conversation as soon as he opened his mouth.

Although we haven't figured out what crime you committed, let's assume you are guilty for now!

is it wrong?

What went wrong?

That's something you need to consider!

Sure enough, the doctor shuddered and, before Shenhe could ask, spilled all his dirty laundry.

In reality, it's nothing more than stealing, robbing houses, and offering quack medical treatments...

That's all the low-level, unlicensed doctors are capable of.

This guy is undoubtedly a menace, but punishing him is not Shenhe's job.

He just wanted to make use of waste.

This scoundrel in front of me has a terrible moral character, he's easy to manipulate, and he's actually quite capable of taking action.

It works!

After a moment's thought, Shenhe spoke.

"Do you know that being born as a Dalit in this life is because you did not cultivate good deeds in your previous life?"

"Your current taint by evil spirits is a result of your continued sins."

Everything in the world has its cause and effect, its retribution.

As he spoke, his tone suddenly became stern!

"In this life, you should have properly atoneed for your sins, yet you continue to slander the true Dharma. Do you know the consequences?"

The black-clad doctor shuddered, like a sinner awaiting judgment, and lay prostrate, not daring to utter a word.

Shenhe threatened.

"If you do not repent, you will be transformed into flies and maggots by the pull of karma!"

"Day and night, they feed on carrion and drink filth, accompanied only by foul stench and decay, never to escape for countless lifetimes!!"

To be honest, the wording is awkward and somewhat lacks local flavor.

However, Shenhe, this amateur false god, easily fooled this confused halfway believer.

Upon hearing this, the doctor's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Transformation, into flies and maggots?

Are all the insects I crushed when I was bored sinners?

And soon, I will also...

Do not!

"Shiva, no, O Deva, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"

"Save me, Lord Shiva, save me!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, and soon realized what was happening, so he hurriedly expressed his opinion.

"By the way, since you're willing to talk to me, it must mean I'm still useful, right?"

"Whatever your orders! Murder or arson? Spread the word? I'm the best at it!"

"Or do you need believers? I'll recruit them! Ten? A hundred? I can do it!"

"Help me! I'll do anything!"