I was a charlatan in India

Faith is essentially a form of energy.

The flow of energy is bound to follow a pattern.

At that moment, Mahata was leisurely savoring a bowl of porridge.

He ate very seriously, as if the food in his hands was a real delicacy.

However, as he ate, Shenhe, who was inspecting Varanasi, froze.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze toward where Mahata was.

In my perception, a very special believer appeared over there.

His aura was intense and powerful, even illuminating the surroundings with a golden glow, surpassing even the ascetic practitioners under his command.

It was just like a blazing fire in the dark night, extremely conspicuous.

This energy...

Shenhe hesitated for a moment, but ultimately could not resist the temptation and decided to go and investigate.

However, this time he learned his lesson and did not directly reside on the nearby Linga. Instead, he returned to his space and only cast his gaze over there.

Better safe than sorry.

Sneaky, sneaky...

……Um?

This isn't some kind of believer; he's practically the Mahata of that day!

Damn it, what a small world!

Luckily, I was cautious and didn't throw it directly in your face.

Upon seeing that it was Mahata, Shenhe's manners immediately plummeted, and he began to swear.

After all, his disciple had squandered such a large amount of his hard-earned cultivation power, so it was difficult for Shenhe to have a good attitude.

Come to think of it, the fact that he could project his consciousness over means that Mahata has become his follower!

It's really hard to say.

This blessing system is sometimes quite loose; you never know when a connection might be established.

Shenhe adjusted his gaze and soon saw the porridge in front of Mahata.

He understood immediately.

Well, Maha Tathagata went off to mooch some porridge.

No, what are you doing here, a monk, getting involved in my fun?

If I remember correctly, you need to sing praises to God when you receive porridge, doesn't that violate your doctrine?

Or are you just a Buddhist on the surface, but actually you'll believe in anything if you're given benefits?

Shenhe kept criticizing this high-ranking monk from the capital.

You know, if you already have resentment, then if you get a chance, you'll just keep nagging endlessly.

Even gods are not immune to worldly desires.

However, just as Shenhe was unleashing its full power, a sudden change occurred!

Mahata suddenly raised his head and looked into the void...

It just so happens to meet Shenhe's line of sight!

Shenhe was instantly filled with anxiety and fear.

Oh no, this guy can see me!

withdraw!

Shenhe acted decisively, cutting off the line of sight without hesitation, and even severing the connection with the believer to prevent the other party from beating him up through the internet.

There have been many rumors lately that Mahakasyapa is being suppressed by Nishi; who knows how much resentment that guy is harboring.

Even his disciples could drive him away, so Shenhe didn't think he could gain any advantage by facing the real person.

slip away.

Goodbye!

The sudden loss of contact startled Mahata.

But soon, he looked at the porridge in his hand, lost in thought.

One more bite.

Shenhe remained in the space, and without hesitation, severed the connection once again.

"Don't touch me!"

Rejected.

He became uneasy again.

Mahata's gaze was like a sharp sword, hanging directly above Shenhe's head, completely dispelling the excitement brought by the huge profit from distributing porridge.

In this godforsaken place, there are plenty of people who could ruin themselves.

We can't be complacent just because we've put in a little hard work; we need to quickly roll out our plans and push forward to become stronger.

As mentioned earlier, Shenhe has its sights set on two sectors: food and healthcare.

It's impossible to provide porridge every day.

Firstly, the commotion would be too great, and most of the time it would be easy to attract attention.

If you infringe on someone's interests, they might just hire some expert to deal with you.

Secondly, it's not worth repeating the porridge distribution.

Based on past experience distributing eggs in the community, it's always the same group that benefits; Shenhe doesn't believe that every newcomer is a newcomer.

The first time they can lure out a large number of free believers, the second time they will most likely turn into a genuine act of charity.

While it's possible to recruit those who were previously hesitant, these individuals can be brought under one's control through other means; there's no need to make oneself an easy target.

But medical care is something we can do.

The establishment of religions throughout history has owed much to this guy.

These are the troubles of the lower classes: not having enough to eat and not being able to afford medical care.

Shenhe, who traveled from the future, possessed some medical knowledge that would be considered miraculous in this era.

For example... try to make penicillin?

As a well-known antibacterial antibiotic, its manufacturing principle is not complicated.

Suitable molds are extracted from rotten fruits and vegetables, filtered, and then propagated in an environment with fewer contaminants before being purified and mass-produced.

Many inventions are like this; the difficulty lies in the discovery process, not in mass production.

For Shenhe, who understands the mechanism, the only difficulties seem to be the environment and purification, but if combined with the power of arduous cultivation...

He felt confident that he could make it happen.

Whether it's for profit or considered a miracle, this thing is a rare treasure.

Penicillin is remarkably effective for wound infections, puerperal fever, pneumonia, and other conditions.

For the Mauryan dynasty, these were incurable diseases.

As long as penicillin can be made available, not only will cooperating with Vasudiv be no problem, but establishing a new school of thought will also be no issue.

The logic is correct, but...

Some things are always oversimplified in the eyes of laymen.

It took a full twelve years from the discovery of penicillin to its application.

What surprises await us here? Only time will tell!

But at least for now, he is still full of confidence.

Just do it.

So, Shenhe even started stealing rotten vegetable leaves.

Wait, no, this thing is actually something the owner didn't want.

I didn't steal it.

Well, it doesn't count as stealing.

Of course, it's impossible to pin our hopes on penicillin to save Mina.

In Shenhe's understanding, it would take more than ten days to manufacture this thing from scratch, so it was obviously too late to use it for negotiations.

His plan was to first establish the religious name.

To make everyone believe that this newly formed "Mahakala" sect has powerful backers and a strong enough reputation, they then approach Vasudiv to discuss Mina.

At the same time, they should try to shut down the Naboo family's business related to the Holy Embryo, making the trouble outweigh the profits, so that they can force Dana to consider giving up.

Although she felt somewhat apologetic, Mina was her follower, but Dana was not.

Moreover, his life was closely tied to Mina's, and if he didn't fulfill her wish, it would ultimately be a hidden danger.

Varanasi was shrouded in the stillness of night, with the shadows of the trees swaying gently.

In the shantytowns south of the city, someone was tapping an empty bowl and softly chanting the doctrines of Mahakala.

In Saraswati's study, Vasudif was carefully considering the wording of the inquiry letter.

Mina enjoyed the peace of mind and body. She struggled to carry her pregnant belly and prayed regularly, firmly believing that the heavens would lead her out of her suffering.

...Of course, it would have been better if it had been a little earlier.

Dana chased after the prayer beads, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

He only had the right to be nervous when it was late at night and no one was around.

People who are not strong enough each have their own troubles.

Even Surya...

Well, Surrey wasn't bothered.

He often had his arms around two young girls and groped them.

Across from him, An Shu remained reserved.

Of course, what made him nervous was not Surrey, but the warm and soft little girls on either side of him.

Despite being a jerk, Surrey is a loyal friend.

However, the process of receiving guests always made An Shu feel uneasy.

"So, how should we deal with this newly emerging religion?"