I was a charlatan in India

Mahata has been feeling down lately.

In his view, the core doctrine of this cult was incredibly simple.

Follow the wisdom of Mahakala, cultivate yourself in this life, and put it into practice.

This is a point that needs no debate to be accepted.

He even planned to teach some Buddhist teachings while he was at it.

Right? Even the dumbest person can understand good and bad words, right?

But the reality was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Great monk, what if I can't learn it? Wouldn't all my efforts be wasted?"

"Is there any way to ensure we have a stable life, good food, and warm clothing, and to help us out?"

"Yeah, teacher, don't give us those道理 (principles/reasoning), we understand those. Just tell us how to get rich and have beautiful women with us!"

"Go away! Monks don't hug women!"

"How did you know the head monk was here? Hey, with your delicate skin, you must have plenty of women throwing themselves at you!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Mahata felt that these people were beyond saving.

Indeed, people are divided into different classes, and some people are not suited to cultivating their minds and character.

Seeing Mahata's condition, Shenhe roughly made a judgment in his mind.

This guy is knowledgeable, but he's not good at teaching.

He is only suited for communication among wise people.

However, there is no one available at the moment.

So I decided to set an example for him and teach him how to communicate with a fool.

If one is enlightened, one should be able to understand it quickly.

He stepped forward and patted Mahata on the shoulder: "Master, teaching these people must be difficult!"

Mahata nodded.

He was also thinking about solutions, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that these people were not suitable for being educated.

Buddha guides those with affinity, and this affinity includes being able to understand human speech and maintain basic respect for one's teacher.

This means they have the potential for wisdom.

"We need to find a different approach to communicating with these guys."

Shenhe is full of confidence.

"Please give your instructions, Your Excellency."

Mahata was quite interested in the method at the mouth of the Shen River.

For someone like him, the realm of ignorance is fertile ground.

"The next batch of people will be delivered soon, just you wait and see."

Shenhe chuckled inwardly. What kind of person was this Master Mahata? He was a typical example of someone who lacked grassroots experience.

No wonder even if a leader promotes his own people to a higher position, he still has to send them down to the bottom to suffer a few setbacks. It's hard to understand this without experiencing it yourself.

This group of newcomers were equally nonchalant, shamelessly staring at the two of them.

"Tsk tsk, this monk has such delicate skin, I wonder which is more supple, the young girl or the monk!"

Shenhe thought to himself, "You didn't see the muscles under the monk's robe. I'll give you a punch and you'll see who's more elastic."

In fact, Mahata could have easily used violence to suppress them. With his physique, he could have easily beaten them senseless like Confucius before trying to reason with them.

"Brothers, did you all eat well before you came?"

"Then there's definitely not enough to eat!"

"Haha, didn't take any!"

"What kind of talk is that? We're the ones who steal!"

The people below said they wouldn't steal, but they tightened their clothes.

Shenhe chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself, "Your gods are all stolen..."

What the hell!

How could I steal anything!

No wonder, so that's where they came from!

As he came to his senses, he pulled half a pastry from his sleeve and took a big bite.

He then said, "Then you've really lost out."

"Brothers, let me tell you, when I first joined the order, I was a reincarnated hungry ghost. I'd steal a few biscuits and honey every single day!"

Upon hearing this, Maha Tathagata clearly saw his eyes light up below.

Good heavens, even this divine messenger steals!

Of course, you steal all your gods.

"But what about it!?"

Shenhe slammed his hand on the table: "Look at me, I'm now the damned Divine Envoy."

"The entire cult can eat whatever they want, take whatever they want!"

"He can even take a fancy to a woman, and one glance from him is enough to make her follow him!"

As he spoke, Shenhe gave a demonstration by scanning the surroundings.

Sure enough, the female believers who were chosen all showed expressions of anticipation.

Of course, this is largely due to the fact that Shenhe itself is very beautiful.

His divine powers have not yet been demonstrated.

But the people below don't care about that.

It turns out that the divine messenger was just like us back then, loafing around and stealing things.

Tsk tsk, look at them now!

Shenhe continued.

"I've heard that the cult has been expanding rapidly recently and will have many branches in the future."

"So, maybe you'll be the next me, you all have a chance, you know?"

"Know!"

The crowd below became excited.

While Shenhe was spouting nonsense, he was observing who was shouting the loudest.

Normally, this whole thing is supposed to be planned out in a delayed manner, but things happened so suddenly that he wasn't prepared.

They can only be caught on the spot.

It was a young man, thin as a rake, the one who had argued with the old man earlier.

The bribery problem within the religious order has recently subsided, and he actually managed to infiltrate it.

"Come on, little brother, tell me, why did you join our order?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then said, forcing a smile, "Naturally, it's about worshipping Mahakala..."

"Bullshit!"

Shenhe rudely interrupted him.

"Everyone comes to the church to have enough to eat, to be warm, to feel superior, and to be loved!"

Shenhe emphasized, "Remember, this is not shameful, because this is what you can get by following the cult."

"If it's not for them, then it just means our order isn't right for you!"

Upon hearing Shenhe's words, the young man's face turned deathly pale.

But then, Shenhe patted him on the shoulder.

"However, your answer was exactly the same as mine back then!"

"I admire your shamelessness, hahaha!"

The crowd below burst into laughter.

The young man blushed and didn't know where to put his hands.

Is this a compliment or an insult?

You're praising me, aren't you?

I think the divine messenger is quite happy!

Shenhe shouted to the audience again, "Now tell me, what do you want from here!"

"money!"

"food!"

"woman!"

"Well said!"

Shenhe raised his voice, "Do you know how to achieve all this!?"

The audience fell silent, their eyes shining as they stared at him.

Shenhe was then satisfied: "The method is hidden within our doctrines!"

"If you want money, food, and women, just remember this!"

"Practice diligently and frugally, strive for self-improvement!"

After saying that, he emphasized.

"I know that many people cannot understand these eight words now."

"It's okay, I didn't understand back then either!"

"But I chose to believe and follow along. Many people laughed at me and didn't understand me at the time, but what happened?"

"Now I'm the highest-ranking person! I eat the best and wear the warmest clothes!"

Then he asked, "Do you know why?"

Before anyone could think about it, he suppressed the answer.

"Because I never ask why, I only ask how!"

"Tell me, is it easy to just follow along?"

"Simple!"

"Come on, tell me again, what do we want!"

"I beg for food, I beg for water, I beg for pretty women!"

"How do I do it!"

"Practice diligently and frugally, strive for self-improvement!"

"Excellent! I believe you can do it!"

Shenhe nodded in satisfaction and patted the young man on the shoulder heavily.

"I'm waiting for you..."

"No, I'm waiting for you, so that one day you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me and rule this order together!"

The young man was so excited he couldn't speak, repeatedly pondering the doctrine he only vaguely understood.

Be diligent and frugal in self-cultivation, and strive for self-improvement!

Seeing this, Mahata kept fiddling with his prayer beads.

Amitabha Buddha, I have sinned.

Anyone who believes this is doomed.

May I be reborn into a smarter family in my next life.