I was a charlatan in India

Mahata fell silent once again.

Soon, he gave an answer that was quite similar to Shenhe's.

"Reporting to Mahakala, this disciple still hopes to teach people who possess both virtue and talent."

"However, given the disciple's level, moral education is teachable but not reliable. If we really want to discipline him, we'll probably have to resort to force."

Hey, don't tell me.

Although this monk's ideas contradicted Shenhe's, in practice, the results were almost identical!

The only difference might be that, according to Shenhe's idea, moral education should be completely abandoned and all scum should be eliminated, which would save resources.

As for Mahata, he would only try to reform and influence people.

This guy, after all, still sees humans as his own kind.

"Very good, Mahata, you are now qualified to preach."

Shenhe took advantage of the situation to dismount.

"However, just as the prophecy in Varanasi today suggests, what you will bring is not traditional Buddhism, but the Mahakala doctrine that combines Buddhist teachings with local beliefs."

He began to combine modern theories of Gu poison with his fabricated "Mahakala doctrine".

"The conditions and means of sentient beings differ, and their means and resources are different."

"I observe cause and effect and see those who have deep-rooted wisdom and self-discipline. I should impart the true Dharma to them and guide the people."

"Those who possess sharp talent but lack moral character should take the precepts as their guide to smooth out their rough edges."

"Those who are diligent in pursuing the Way but have average natural talent should each be content with their place and make the best use of their abilities. Only in this way can there be order."

"All beings are born into this world differently. Maha, if you force everyone to be educated to produce the same results, it is tantamount to creating trouble for yourself. This was your previous limitation."

This is a very simple principle, one that even Mahata had considered, but he himself was unable to compromise on it directly.

However, speaking from the mouth of the Shen River allowed Mahakasyapa to let go of some of his obsessions.

This is not because Shenhe is particularly clever.

In fact, anyone with sound logic can summarize these sentences.

But now that he is a god, his words carry a deeper meaning.

Since Mahata himself already had some ideas about this, he was easily persuaded.

Although Mahata understood the concept of equality for all beings, in practice he could not help but blindly believe in authority.

This is the limitation of human beings; no, it should be said that this is the fragility of truth.

After all, once a powerful blast hits, all your principles and beliefs evaporate; what good are they then?

Fearing that Mahata might not understand, Shenhe explained in more detail.

"Different believers should have different levels of education."

"If someone is nurtured by you and possesses both talent and virtue, he will naturally receive the honor and favor that is rightfully his."

"Those who lack talent should be encouraged to make the most of their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, while those who are not virtuous should be disciplined by rules and regulations. This is the kind of situation they deserve."

"The rest of us suffer, though we may, but our fate is determined by our different classes."

Shenhe's words, simply put, are the same as the modern internal competition's bottom-ranking elimination system.

Among the believers he is currently in contact with, Mahata stands out as a person of exceptional virtue and talent, so he will be used as a top-notch sieve.

Those who can manage themselves will be put to use once they are formed; those who cannot will naturally be controlled by rules and violence.

If you don't have the skills, you should honestly accept lower-level education, do technical work, or do manual labor.

If you're good at nothing, just go and practice asceticism.

Enjoying any kind of life depends on your own abilities; don't complain about anyone else.

This system, similar to the imperial examination, was also cruel, but compared to the caste system, at least people had the possibility of moving up in social status.

Furthermore, Shenhe also plans to provide unified educational opportunities for believers.

Shenhe now understands that it doesn't matter whether believers are doing well or not; despair is the greatest enemy of divinity.

In any case, all that's consumed are some mundane resources; as long as you're willing to steal, there's nothing that can't be solved.

Moreover, no ordinary person should be able to discover it.

I'll suffer the hardship of outsiders, and I won't bear the infamy.

"Mahatha, do you have faith in this?"

Finally, Shenhe, drawing on modern management experience, decided to give Mahata a boost.

However, he soon realized he was wrong.

"This disciple has none."

Mahata answered honestly, without any intention of currying favor with the gods or showing off his own abilities.

Shenhe stared wide-eyed in the shadows.

Fortunately, Mahata quickly added, "But I am willing to put it into practice and try to do it."

Good, good, that's honest enough.

At least you don't have to think too much when communicating with these kinds of people...

That doesn't seem right either; communicating with Mahata is still quite tiring.

The high monk's words were full of hidden meanings, and it's easier to manipulate believers who only shout slogans.

Speaking of slogans...

In the football match, the situation is now one-sided.

Once the civilians regained their senses, they had no will to fight, while the high monks...

A monk had just abdicated, and immediately after his abdication, a miracle occurred, which was in the form of a Bodhisattva or Vajra. This left the group of high-ranking monks in a state of utter confusion.

He himself was extremely embarrassed.

Now, it seems that a thick barrier has appeared between me and my fellow disciples.

The gazes cast by his fellow disciples no longer held the concern they once did; they were clearly tinged with distance and avoidance.

There might also be disdain.

These awkward moments transformed into fierce determination, and both he and his fellow students fought desperately for the ball.

For a time, it turned into a competition between monks, and the affairs of those lowly people were no longer involved.

Moreover, thanks to Mahakala's declaration, even when the high monks' team scores a goal, the audience cheers.

"Mahakala! Mahakala! Mahakala!"

Indra's followers held a secret hope.

Wuhu, even monks have joined in this time.

I wonder if my brother will get beaten up this time and end up with a bald head!

When I got back, I cast a statue of the bald-headed Indra. It just so happened that the monks' robes were very suitable for holding vajras. No matter how I looked at it, it was a perfect match!

Good! Bald Heavenly Emperor! Good!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Twenty-five...no, twenty-six to zero!"

Since both the ball and the durian remained under the monk's control, the score continued to rise by two points at a time.

It's a foregone conclusion, there's absolutely no suspense.

After being awakened by the Shenhe River, the refugees had completely lost their will to fight. They were like a middle-aged man in a slump, just short of lighting a cigarette and contemplating life!

But Surrey didn't care!

The heavens have descended upon the world!

Just now, he heard a divine message from the heavens: after the game, he should take the opportunity to announce the official establishment of the church and begin preparations to recruit more believers!

In addition, he can also prepare to expand his business, which has been revitalized!

Make money! Expand!

Haha, you old man, just wait, soon your little uncle will bring the cult to open your eyes!

Suriya's heartfelt words always left Shenhe speechless.

"...After the game, I will send a divine messenger to coordinate the relevant matters with you."

This divine messenger was naturally Shenhe himself.

After selecting Mahata as the core member of the cult, he then proceeded to reform and classify the followers.

In any case, only by resolving the hidden dangers of divinity as soon as possible can he become a god who can control himself.

Of course, it's exhausting to always maintain a divine demeanor.

He plans to personally take charge, assemble a team with Mahata, Surya, or other available personnel, plan the matter like colleagues, and personally steer the ship.

Upon hearing this, Surya's eyes lit up.

Wow! The heavens are about to strike! I'm about to take off!

Surrey's eyebrows were practically sticking out of his face, drawing frequent sidelong glances from Anshu.

He guessed that it might be related to that great darkness.

After all, with all the previous information, combined with the timing of Mahakala's descent and Surya's transformation, he could probably piece together most of the story with his intelligence.

Surya's series of actions were mostly at the behest of this Mahakala.

But Anshu does not believe that Mahakala is Shiva.

He felt that it was mostly something created by the Buddhist community, after all, the image was there.

Ashoka's promotion of Buddhism and its introduction to Varanasi certainly required a specific opportunity.

However, he didn't care.

Anshu doesn't believe in any gods or Buddhas at all, and it doesn't matter to him who controls the faith.

As long as it doesn't affect the family's business or the status of Surya as an ally, then it's a good thing.

Hmm... we still need to keep an eye on it, since no matter how you look at it, Surieh seems to obey the other party completely.

The fact that this Mahakala is acting so ostentatiously suggests that he has much more to gain.

I just hope that in the end, Surya won't be in the eye of the storm and become the target of everyone's condemnation.

Collaborating with him requires a reassessment of the risks and benefits; we must leverage his influence while also guarding against being too deeply implicated should he turn against us.

Of course, Surrey will soon be dragging him down with him.

After all, this business that is trying to regain its former glory needs a suitable partner to manage it.

Vasudiv is definitely not an option.

The market stall that Dana had left was left to him, and the local merchants were all very sensible and didn't compete, but several days have passed and there has been no improvement.

Recently, quite a few itinerant vendors have even used their connections to find out more and have started contacting them, expressing their desire to set up shop there.

This person isn't very capable.

Surrey may not be good at much else, but he is exceptionally good at using people, recognizing their worth, and making friends.

Once he judges someone to be unsuitable, he decisively discards them, treating them merely as potential servants, never placing any further hope in them.

Also, hehehe...

Letting Anshu do this job will hopefully help him get the hang of things sooner.

Tsk tsk.

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and looked the curly-haired chubby boy up and down, which made An Shu feel a chill.

Su, could it be that Sulie has awakened some strange hobby?