I was a charlatan in India

"Therefore, we simply provide instruction according to our own needs."

"Whether to learn or put it into practice is the believer's own choice, and not entirely due to our teachings."

"They simply met, accepted, and then followed."

Mahata sighed softly.

"They had to accept that their following might not have been voluntary."

He still held some Buddhist beliefs, but you could tell from his tone that his resistance was no longer as firm.

Master Mahata disliked Shenhe, both for his dishonesty and for his evil and cruelty.

But strangely enough, he was able to understand Shenhe's logic and couldn't refute it for a while.

Shenhe chuckled.

"voluntary?"

He began to speak sincerely, explaining his logic: "Master Mahada, voluntariness is a qualification that requires strength to uphold."

"Our arrangements do indeed change the environment, and many people are even forced to join the order because of it."

"But all of this is because they are not strong enough!"

"If you are not strong enough, you can only drift along with the stronger. The weak deserve to be trampled upon. Truth lies only beneath the iron hooves of warhorses!"

This is the core principle that Shenhe has come to understand over the years.

That's why he finally decided to become a god, and even chose to embrace cruelty.

He had come to realize how incredibly weak humans truly were.

If you are not strong enough, no matter how much you struggle, you cannot escape the shackles of divinity.

As a former member of the human community, Shenhe was quite proud of his emotional intelligence, his ability to act, and even the resources at his disposal.

But in the period before that, he had seen too many people who were better than him.

Vasudiv was more experienced and more persevering than him.

Surrey wielded immense power in the city, far exceeding what a mere public relations manager could achieve.

The philosophy and thought of this eminent monk, Mahata, are clearly more profound than those of Shenhe.

Logically speaking, Shenhe has no right to discuss philosophy with them.

But these people are all powerless in the face of divine power, and now they can only be used as his flags, lambs, and playthings.

Violence is the only truth.

Although it was sad, Shenhe finally acknowledged this.

He needs more extreme violence, and then he can choose how to live.

Mahata remained silent.

Surrey found this divine messenger increasingly pleasing to the eye.

He couldn't wait to rush up to the other person and become sworn brothers with him.

Damn, that's more like it!

Truth lies only beneath the hooves of warhorses!

it is good!

I, Surya, am determined to befriend this man!

I hold the reins of power; in Varanasi, I am the truth!

From now on, the Great Heaven will be number one, I will be number two, and you, the Divine Messenger Shenhe, will be number three!

Do it your way, haha! Divide the lowly people into different classes and let them fight like dogs in a gladiatorial arena.

Tsk tsk, all that fighting and arguing, aren't they all just lowly people?

Now there are two despicable creatures in front of me. Tell me, which one is more despicable?

Mahata, the divine messenger has already explained it to you to this extent, why don't you understand?

You're definitely not good enough. I'll have to talk to Da Tian about replacing you!

Mahata pondered for a long time, trying to find some angles to refute Shenhe's sophistry.

From a moral standpoint, he cannot accept it.

Logically speaking, Shenhe is absolutely right.

The underprivileged will always be trampled upon.

It's nothing more than being extorted by unscrupulous merchants, blackmailed by thieves, or manipulated by those in power.

now……

It's just that faith is manipulating them.

There is no difference.

These thoughts were so clear that they aroused Mahata's deepest disgust.

He clasped his hands together and slowly chanted scriptures, trying to seek answers from the Buddha.

However, the Buddha chose to feign death.

No, He was already planning how to sever the believers near Varanasi.

These people were nothing, but the sudden appearance of this divine being in Varanasi made him extremely uneasy.

Something felt off, but the Buddha couldn't put it into words.

As we discussed earlier, the corruption of divinity can make you forget why you ran away in the first place.

He only felt that he was naturally the way he was now, and he could remember that this ghostly thing called Shiva was dangerous, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what made it so terrifying.

We have to escape, we have to escape right now!

The way the Buddha sorted out the followers' connections was even more pathetic than when the Shen River was first corrupted by the Buddha's light.

Unable to get an answer, Mahadalu turned to Mahakala for guidance.

This is how we get work done!

Shenhe could barely hold back his tears, so he quickly tore off a piece of meat to stuff in his mouth.

"Mahakala, I would like to know, is the messenger's statement his opinion, or yours?"

Shenhe hesitated slightly.

He felt that he should still make some ties with his real self.

After all, Mahata clearly wanted to find a flaw to refute his own point of view, and not taking sides was probably the best approach.

"Mahayana, the words you heard are neither my will nor his opinion."

"...I am too dull-witted to understand."

Mahata was somewhat confused.

This master's philosophy, Buddhist teachings, and insights were actually superior to Shenhe's, but due to the disadvantages imposed by the times and his social status, he was unable to fully utilize his advantages.

Moreover, he was seeking answers from the very will he wanted to resist.

Shenhe's reply was even more mysterious and enigmatic, even bordering on lewd.

"There is a saying in Buddhism: 'One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi.' Have you ever heard this?"

This statement actually comes from the Avatamsaka Sutra, which, strictly speaking, is much later than the time of King Ashoka.

However, Shenhe's identity is uncertain, hence this question.

I've never heard of Mahata, of course.

He felt that Da Tian's words were profound and mysterious, but he did not know which eminent monk from the Buddhist sect they came from, so he could only speak frankly.

"I am ashamed to admit that I have not heard of it."

However, with his comprehension, he had already grasped many principles from it in just a few breaths.

"Why."

Shenhe sighed softly, as if he was truly disappointed in Shenhe.

"...This disciple is dull-witted."

Mahata truly thought so.

Debating scriptures with someone from two years ago is truly bullying.

"Remember this in the future: never be stubborn and opinionated."

"We need to see more, think more, and be more accepting and tolerant."

"Only by embracing countless streams can a river become a mighty river; do you understand?"

"Yes."

Mahata was completely convinced of this principle.

Firstly, it does indeed align with his thoughts and ideas.

Secondly, in his eyes, Da Tian and Shen He were two completely different beings.

Shenhe used a different example: "Let me ask you again, what color is water in the Ganges River and in a storage tank, respectively?"

Mahata answered honestly.

"In the Ganges, it appears blue-green, resembling river sand and algae."

"And inside the storage tank, it was a dull, yellowish-brown earthenware color."

it is good!

People of this era could not yet understand the refraction of light.

Let's take water as an example!

The argument for the Shenhe River project has begun to be established.

"Water is a naturally occurring and spiritual substance, yet it is still like this. The principles are merely experiences gained through interaction between people, and are therefore even more complex."

Shenhe softened his tone, giving Mahata ample space to think.

"Even the same principle can be seen differently by you, by Shenhe, or by Suliye."

"Therefore, Maha, if there is something that confuses you and you really want to understand it, what you should do is put it into practice and experience it for yourself, rather than hastily rejecting it."

Shenhe took a clever approach.

He knew his own limitations.

If they take advantage of the information gap to bully Mahakasyapa, they might still have some advantage.

However, if he were to actually debate with the other party, even if he could gain the upper hand for a short time, he would quickly be defeated once Mahata realized what was going on.

Even with the blessing of divine status, things wouldn't be much better.

However, why should Lao Tzu persuade Mahata?

What I want is for you to do things for me, just get the job done.

Whether I'm willing or not, whether I agree or not, what does it have to do with me!

Respect is one thing, but only those who serve me are truly my own people.

Once we find the right people, anyone who dares to disobey us will be taken down in no time!

The moment these thoughts flashed through Shenhe's mind, a sense of disgust also swept over him.

But soon, it was overwhelmed by uncontrollable fear.

The most important thing right now is to transform into a god who can control himself, powerful and stable. Only then will he be qualified to propose and defend his own ideas.

Any obstacles in the way, whether right or wrong, must be smashed!

go ahead!

Thinking of this, he steeled himself and deliberately guided the conversation in a profound manner.

"Mahayana, do you understand the principles I have explained?"