I was a charlatan in India

The doctor hadn't received any instructions from the heavens for some time.

He was somewhat disappointed.

The renowned ascetic Nishi, who surpassed even the high monks of the capital, seemed like a fuse that had long since burned out, used and discarded by the gods.

That's natural.

Shenhe's humanity only cares about those he is responsible for, while his divinity treats believers as tools, only caring about whether they are useful.

Doctors are not in either of these two categories.

However, this grand dream was naturally a turning point in his life.

At least the doctor treated himself like a human being.

He stopped practicing medicine haphazardly, and at first, he even thought about whether he could study medicine properly to atone for his absurd past.

But soon, the doctor discovered that he did not have this talent at all.

To make matters worse, the food was almost gone.

Due to the situation in Dana, Varanasi's business district has shrunk dramatically, with many merchants preferring to operate at a loss rather than do business.

With the full moon festival about to begin, the streets were surprisingly deserted, except for a few priestly families in charge of the event.

The shrinking of business districts naturally means fewer job openings.

The labor market in Varanasi briefly exhibited a rather peculiar state.

On the one hand, labor costs are exorbitantly high because of the cost of repairing factories.

On the other hand, those who are unwilling to practice asceticism may not even be able to find a job.

Doctors actually have a way out.

If he goes back to his old ways of swindling and cheating, he can still live a fairly decent life, at least for Dalit.

But he was no longer willing to do that kind of thing.

The doctor thought, at worst...

Oh well, at worst I'll just go kick durians.

However, when he finally made up his mind and arrived at the repair factory, he found that they were recruiting for a brand new job.

Doctors.

Surrey's private soldiers, disguised as civilians, stood on a high platform and repeatedly shouted recruitment slogans that were completely out of touch with the times.

"Friend, do you have nothing at all?"

"Friend, do you yearn for success?"

"Then let's come to Surrey and work on the factory!"

"No age limit, no experience required!"

"If you have a kind heart and are willing to help others in a down-to-earth manner, then give it a try!"

"Free training, all-inclusive meals and accommodation, excellent benefits, and you'll even get paid during the training period after working for a full month!"

"This is the turning point in your life!"

"This is your hope for transformation!"

"Friend, you have nothing..."

Clearly, the target audience for this term "GG" is the poor and incompetent lower class.

Shenhe's idea was simple: although the ascetic factory had to continue, it could provide medical care and emotional support to those participating in the asceticism.

At least make them feel valued and that they won't develop serious illnesses due to inflammation and infection.

In addition, provide employment opportunities for some people at the bottom of society and ensure their food and lodging.

In this way, perhaps the malevolence of divinity can be diluted.

Of course, regardless of the believers' intentions, it all contributes to the erosion of the Shen River.

Kindness, resentment, arrogance, or anything else—none of these are Shenhe's own will.

They are also eroding Shenhe's humanity, but they can make the final god not so bad.

The more believers there are, the faster the Shen River will inevitably disappear; the essence of the matter will not change.

There's no other way; now we can only add more water and more flour, and more flour and more water.

Let's reverse the divine tendencies as soon as possible, eliminate the Buddha's light in the space, and... hopefully escape all of this.

Shenhe could only cling to the idea that he himself dared not verify, and forcefully suppress his fear.

The factory is undergoing arduous repairs.

The tasks these newcomers are doing are very simple.

It has anti-inflammatory, antibacterial, and encouraging and comforting properties.

Although antibiotics have largely failed, ancient India in this era still possessed disinfectant materials.

For example, neem, aloe vera, and turmeric can all be found locally.

In addition, honey and salt also have a disinfecting and sealing effect, but they are relatively expensive.

Crush them together, mix them, and apply the mixture to the wound; this can greatly reduce pain and promote recovery.

At the same time, some encouragement and praise might make the ascetic practice less painful.

such as……

"Brother, you're amazing. I've thought about rigorous training, but I really don't have the courage."

"Dude, if I had your guts, I could give my family a better life."

"I'm so envious of you! I actually tried ascetic practices before, but I gave up after just a few days. It's truly remarkable that you were able to persevere!"

"You're so cool! These aren't scars, they're medals!"

Simply put, it's the atmosphere group!

Although this can create a distorted sense of pride and even make asceticism a fashionable thing, it is still much better than being filled with resentment!

...That's easy!

I can do it!

The doctor slapped his thigh and headed straight for the factory where he had to work.

Inside the factory, cries of pain echoed as always, sending chills down the doctor's spine.

"Oh my gosh!"

However, this cry of pain was mixed with a hint of enjoyment and the ambitions of a few.

I'm going to win this football match and become the best person in the world!

In addition, several eminent monks, with resolute expressions, put their hands on each other's shoulders and encouraged one another around a merit ball.

"Three, two, one, come on!"

"When Buddhist monks are of one mind, their strength can break even metal!"

These eminent monks were summoned back by their fellow disciples.

They initially refused, but upon hearing that the opportunity to climb to the top was right in front of them, they ultimately couldn't overcome their greed and turned back.

Let's take this opportunity to rediscover our original brotherhood and fight side by side!

This must have been a test from the Buddha!

Senior brother!

Junior brother!

Mahata still hasn't come.

After hearing the local high monk's description, he opened his mouth, but ultimately did not utter those words.

"Brothers, although I am dull-witted, I am not quite a fool..."

Mahata came to Varanasi with a mission.

He needs to cooperate with the local monastic community to promote Buddhism.

But seeing the local monks in this state, he felt that the mission was probably doomed.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that same set of slogans that have been repeatedly promoted.

"Those who have practiced asceticism from all corners of the world have attained the status of Brahmins in this era!"

"Kick with all your might, and you'll be rewarded with prize money!"

"If you can practice asceticism now, why don't you strive for it? Are you going back to be a slave?"

"Take the first step in rigorous training, and embark on the path to extraordinary achievements!"

"Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!"

The doctor picked it up very quickly.

After all, he was experienced in the methods of pounding and applying medicine; he just didn't know which medicine to use before.

The first person I served was a teenager who had just finished a round of practice and whose soles were completely blurred.

The doctor encouraged the doctor as he skillfully applied the paste, which smelled of neem and turmeric.

"Young man, you're amazing!"

"Of all the people I've seen, your move just now was the most ruthless and decisive!"

"If you ask me, the day you win the game, this scar will be your trademark, the one that lets you walk around Varanasi with your head held high!"

The boy was initially wincing in pain, but as he listened, his back straightened up unconsciously.

A smug gleam flashed in his eyes.

Several guys who were obviously newcomers, sweating profusely from the pain, were discussing the rules of the football match with shining eyes, occasionally throwing out a fairly fluent slogan.

Even the doctor sensed that something was amiss in this scene…