I was a charlatan in India

The world is a darkness close to body temperature.

Dana's consciousness fell into it, unable to see the light or hear the sound, and slowly sank.

My memory is hazy.

It seems like we were just engaged in a fierce battle, yet it also feels like this event happened a very long time ago, mixed up with even more distant memories.

Negotiations in business, love from years past...

Or when I was younger, I would be happy all day because of a huge palm leaf.

These things were originally of equal importance.

These are just minor human troubles.

Suddenly, Dana felt her heartbeat.

"Knock knock, knock knock!"

From death to recovery, from weakness to strength.

Life, in a way that defies common sense, first outlines his corpse, and then gradually repairs it.

The heart pumps blood to the limbs.

As the wound began to heal, there was first a dense, piercing itch, followed by unbearable pain.

Then, Dana suddenly opened his eyes.

"Huff, huff..."

It was still dark all around, but Dana could at least sense his own presence.

I just remembered, just now...

"Hey, are you there, Hey!"

After a moment's hesitation, Shenhe began to repair the sea embankment.

The price of coming back to life is very high.

Humans are 300 square meters, and so are horses.

It seems that in the blessing system, there is no difference in value between the two.

These two damned desires once again drained the energy of my ascetic practice.

To be honest, Shenhe was heartbroken.

Just the time it took to revive those two guys had made him regret responding to them countless times.

But if he had to do it all over again, even knowing the cost, he felt that he would probably still choose to take action.

The reasons are complicated.

Shenhe felt that he bore some responsibility for this guy's tragedy, and also felt that he shouldn't have done it, or perhaps...

He himself couldn't explain it clearly.

But Shenhe thought that if there really were a high and mighty god, he probably wouldn't save these two worthless guys.

"I guess I'm still more suited to being a human."

He sighed and forced himself to focus on the output of the repair factory.

This will help ease the pain in my heart.

As for Dana and the horse, let's lock them up for a while.

He hadn't figured out how to deal with the two believers yet.

Or rather, to exploit.

Varanasi seems to have no place for them.

They couldn't adequately provide the things Shenhe needed, whether it was supplies or the power of asceticism.

……Um?

Sudden.

As Haiti's new body took shape, Dana's wish was fulfilled, and streams of power from his arduous cultivation flowed from his body.

Judging by the quantity, there are actually four or five hundred square meters!

This fat guy, just how much suffering did he endure!

If Shenhe had a body, he would probably have to sit up right away.

Now I won't feel bad about it!

It's only about 100 square meters, enough to soothe my inner turmoil. It's not expensive at all!

Being a god is great! Being a god is really wonderful!

However, Haiti's horse only transmitted back a little bit of the power of arduous cultivation.

It seems this guy has never suffered any injustice in his life.

Most of that arduous training was for those few cuts he received while protecting his master at the end.

When Shenhe's mood improved, people outside were scrambling to get their hands on him.

"Haha, Ji Ma is dead, Dana's gone too, we're all doomed!"

"Since we're all going to die anyway, let's rob some money! We'll enjoy ourselves while we can!"

"Hehehe, hee hee hee, hahahaha, the jewel is mine, mine!"

"Let go, fucking, loosen your grip!"

Despair, madness, slaughter, and screams.

The soldiers began looting the jewels.

Bleeding ceaselessly.

And all this blood was quietly absorbed by the scroll lying on the ground, representing "the true Dharma"...

suddenly!

The coarse cloth roll floated up on its own, spreading out streams of light that covered Dana's escape route.

And those streams of light, after marking their territory, then entered the bodies of everyone involved in this incident.

Everything was still.

The bodies of Dana and Haiti lay together.

The soldiers fought and scrambled, their faces contorted with rage.

The servants, their faces ashen, were led to the penitentiary factory.

The old butler was groaning weakly.

And then there was the gruesome corpse of the soldier leader…

There was even a streak of light that flew straight toward Shenhe, this false god.

Is this what they call the true Dharma? Shenhe held his breath and stared intently at the scene.

Hopefully, this won't cause any trouble.

The intervention of the righteous law in all things in the world is mainly manifested in bestowing blessings and cursing, and the standard for determining which one is bestowed is...

As a hollow, ancient, and resonant voice emerged, Shenhe finally witnessed his method of judgment.

Good, good, good, as expected of India's power system.

It almost made me laugh out loud!

"Dana, as a merchant, you should abide by the rules of business, manage your business, and support your superiors and subordinates."

"But you absconded with the money, intending to abandon your duty, and caused many deaths and injuries during your escape, hence the curse."

"I curse you to suffer the agony of being cut by a knife repeatedly throughout your life, until death!"

As soon as the voice fell, the light that had entered the body turned red.

Subsequently, both his corpse and his reborn body were quickly covered with countless knife wounds!

Those cuts kept disappearing and reappearing, each time bringing intense cutting pain!

Screams echoed through the space.

Shenhe frowned.

He could not accept either the noise or the result.

"Blessing, how much arduous effort will it take to erase this curse?"

The answer quickly emerged: approximately 2,100 square meters.

So expensive?

Shenhe frowned: "Give me a reason."

"Because this curse was imposed by the righteous law, and the coarse cloth scroll that carries this righteous law contains the power of seven lives."

"To counteract it, seven lives are naturally required."

Damn it, what kind of righteous law is this? It's utter nonsense!

But Shenhe still wanted to try to resolve Dana's suffering.

After a moment's thought, he changed his approach: "Destroy the pain sensation in Dana's body."

This consumption is very low.

Dana's pain quickly disappeared.

The screams gradually subsided.

Of course, the loss of pain sensation is also a terrible thing, after all, it is a protective mechanism of the body.

But Shenhe cannot afford the price to completely resolve the issue.

Even if he could afford it, he would probably hesitate about whether it was worth it.

This is different from the tragedy I caused; it's because that "righteous law" is utter nonsense!

After Dana, the soldiers he killed were the ones he beheaded.

"...He accepted the order to capture Dana, led his team to carry it out, and was attacked by Dana and his mount during the operation. He was seriously injured and died."

"His actions were entirely in accordance with his position and duties; therefore, he should be blessed!"

Holy crap, blessings?

Even Shenhe was dumbfounded.

"I bless you; from this day forth, Dana and Haiti will provide you with life, so that you may survive!"

This righteous law is even more immoral than the blessing system!

Soon, the knife wounds on the veteran's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his heartbeat and breathing reappeared.

However, the shattered Linga did not recover.

This made Shenhe feel quite comfortable.

Damn it, if I weren't worried about wasting energy, I would wish your Linga to be kicked to pieces and reborn every day until it dies!

This idea did not actually originate from Shenhe, but rather from the divinity within him.

The believers in Shenhe are mostly from the lower classes.

Their general hatred of the righteous path indirectly led Shenhe to be unable to rationally view blessings and curses, and even to somewhat oppose them.

He muttered to himself as he observed the veteran's resurrection process.

You can learn something, after all, the cost of using the power of asceticism is directly linked to your knowledge.

This method of resurrection is more like time reversal, and it seems to be very similar to my own resurrection logic.

Speaking of resurrection, Shenhe suddenly thought of a question.

"Bless me, if I create another body for Dana, will it break the curse's influence?"

The answer is clear.

"Can."

"...How much does it consume?"

"three hundred."

Damn it, I had a feeling you were up to no good and were trying to steal my cultivation power!

Shenhe couldn't help but curse.

This Dharma and these blessings, one by one, are not good things at all!