Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

next moment.

"Woo..."

From Kama, who was in a world of darkness, a brilliant golden light was born.

This was not the will of the god of love.

Something slumbering deep within the lira, watching the program run, irrationally shook and unleashed the dormant powers within it.

Thus, the son of Krishna, Vimalakirti, was born.

At the same time, in the forest.

"Son of Light, Man of Radiance, Love that endures forever in the world, Your name is Light."

Krishna spoke, turning the power within his body.

Not stingy at all.

He knew from the beginning that even if he gave everything he had, he couldn't fight against Lira's destined fate head-on.

"Bright Light! Bring victory to the Pandavas!"

Shout again.

This time, five luminous flowers shone around the infant that appeared before Krishna.

These are not the five flowers that truly belong to the God of Love, but rather flowers of mimicry created based on divine power.

It turns and turns endlessly, like a carousel, like a kaleidoscope, constantly turning, and finally converging in the body of Kama, who is now radiant.

“Mingguang is destined to be enraged, a vengeful man driven to madness, and this is part of fate, Jia. Even if you tried to stop it, it still happened, irreversible, unavoidable, and beyond your control!”

Krishna laughed with delight.

"Let this great war that brought about Maya's downfall be rewarded with eternal blood and fire!"

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Chapter 330 Six Heretical Masters.

A hot wind blew in.

A scorching wind, quite different from the familiar, luxurious palace.

At noon, Mingguang, now grown up, mingled among the Shudras and Dalits without any regard for his identity, and gazed with curiosity at the silver-haired youth who was meditating with his eyes closed under the twin Sala trees.

The idyllic landscape was filled with the shadows of people from all sorts of lower castes.

The old woman, now disabled, must have been a lovely girl in her youth. However, due to her status, she was reduced to a slave and summoned by her high-ranking master to build a temple for the god she was praising. The heavy labor and the lack of food naturally made her grow thinner and thinner. Once, while ill, she was forced to lift a heavy stone weighing over 100 pounds. Suddenly, her legs gave way and she fainted.

The poor had nothing to eat, so where would they get the money to find someone to treat them? Even if they had money, no one would be willing to treat them because of their status. So she had to endure the pain and became a cripple and a cripple. But in order to survive in the future, she had to continue the life of her former master, twisting rotten wool and eating leftovers. Her old body still bore the scars and disabilities.

The men and women with a foul stench were the Paki, a mixed caste whose occupation was the lowest, most inhumane, and most degrading of all castes. They were called "human scavengers," and to put it bluntly, their job was to remove human excrement, and they did this work by hand.

Apart from a small broom and a tin plate, they had no other tools. With these, they filled the baskets they had brought with them with excrement, carried them on their heads, and walked five or six miles to the outskirts of town where excrement could be disposed of.

During the rainy season, this filth would flow all over their bodies, onto their hair, into their eyes, onto their noses, and into their mouths.

There are also those who have long since become dull-witted and silent, those who have been enslaved since childhood because of their caste, who, after growing up, cry and cry until they are in tears, and they complain that the idols they worship do not open their eyes to see them, and they complain that their parents gave birth to them.

They always carried unhealed wounds and began to work like cattle and horses, carrying water, farming, and carrying things for their masters all day long. The methods that Brahmins and Kshatriyas used to treat lower castes—divine power, whips, fists, and clubs—were probably because they had accumulated too much of the idea that "this is how it should be" in their hearts. They gradually became dull-witted, silent, and buried themselves in their work.

Soon, under the silent gaze of many, Gavia's avatar opened its eyes.

"Since beginningless time, all living beings have been bound by karma, which is the accumulation of good or bad deeds. Under the influence of karma, the soul becomes accustomed to seeking pleasure in material wealth, thus giving rise to violent thoughts, actions, anger, resentment, greed, and other such evils. These results also lead to the further accumulation of karma."

In India's divine age, there are heroes who can destroy the world with a single arrow, heroes whose birth causes cosmic upheaval, and wealth that lower castes could never witness even after countless reincarnations. However, for those living under the caste system, a rule derived from righteous law, life is incredibly difficult.

The Indian pantheon was so glorious that it is revered by other pantheons as the oldest.

But in essence, it is suffering in disguise, because this so-called prosperity belongs only to a tiny minority of the rulers, and their glory is built on the bones and blood of countless millions of people.

While it can be said that gods of every era on this blue planet love humanity, including the gods of India, the people they accept are Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, and the like. Other lower castes are not within the scope of the Dharma and therefore cannot be considered human.

This can be seen from the fact that Drona in the epic did not think that Dhrodha should violate the Dharma, because Dhrodha was a Shudra.

"However, it has already continued, and evil has already existed."

"Therefore, I will witness, I will create, and I will take responsibility."

The avatar of Gavia rose and looked toward the sun at the edge of the universe.

It was hot all around, but the wind was also refreshing.

If, in the end, the winds of this age of gods could blow away this tinge of gray in my heart, that would be wonderful.

"We must resist—fight against what is twisted."

One in six Indians is an untouchable. Your caste is your life, and your life is your caste.

—From the autobiography of Sujatajidara, an Indian author born into an untouchable family, in her book "Ants Among Elephants".

The caste system divides people into four classes: Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, and Shudras.

Among them, Brahmins are the mouth of the original human, Kshatriyas are the arms of the original human, Vaishyas are the thighs of the original human, Shudras are the feet of Brahma, and the untouchables, namely the Dalits, are excluded from the original human body in addition to the Dalits. In other words, there are four classes but five kinds of people.

The caste system is the most typical and strict hierarchical system in the ancient world, even in India during the Age of Gods. In fact, it was even more strict because it was the Age of Gods, as the gods of India in that era truly abided by this system.

Even after the Age of Gods ended and the mysticism faded, Indian magicians had to hide themselves. However, the long-standing caste system still instilled a deep-rooted, distorted character in countless people in the Indian world, apart from Brahmins and Kshatriyas, namely, servility.

Wherever they go, they are met with insults and ridicule, defiled, defiled. They can do nothing good, only defile others. They are considered "social garbage," "scum of the earth," and "the dregs of humanity." "Their lives consist only of silence, a gloomy silence, a silence of struggling to survive from the brink of death."

"Honest speech - speaking only the truth and without hurting anyone."

"Do not steal—do not take anything obtained by improper means or channels."

"Pure conduct—not indulging in carnal pleasures."

"Don't be attached—don't cling to people, places, or things."

Since Krishna used 'lira' to make Kama once again his son, Vimalakirti, Gavial also took action, because the current era is the dualistic age, and the devastating Kuru war is imminent, ultimately leading to the most chaotic era since Krishna's death.

The Kali Age, also known as the Age of Strife, is a dark age marked by moral decay, greed, fragility, fear, strife, and disease. The Dharma is in decline, and this era is also called the Degenerate Age.

A vast and powerful religious trend will also emerge from this, with many people beginning to question Vedic doctrines and advocating for doctrines that deny the authority of the Vedic teachings, that is, denying the true Dharma.

At this time, the Chakravartin King, appointed by Lira and chosen by the righteous law, the ideal king of the Indian divine age, the ideal king who surpasses Rama, will sweep away all evil in the world and re-establish the majesty and correctness of the righteous law and the caste system... This is how the gods saw this destined future.

As a god of form, Gavia naturally saw it as well, but as a person from the future, he knew something more than the gods of form in the Indian world and Lira: that the ideal king would transcend everything, reach places that the Indian gods could not reach, become an enlightened being, establish Buddhism, and challenge the deeply rooted caste system.

Therefore, in order to bring about the birth of Siddhartha Gautama, the ideal king, Gavia created the six heretical teachers before the time of war arrived.

The term "six heretical sects" is a collective term for six major sects outside of Buddhism among the various ascetic sects of ancient India. "Heretical sects" is the term Buddhism uses to refer to other Indian sects besides itself. In other words, these are the opposing religions encountered by Siddhartha Gautama during his enlightenment process.

Since the time of struggle is coming soon, it is not a big problem for the Six Heretical Sects to be established in advance, because it may be in Lira's plan that this is a necessary evil that the ideal king should overcome.

There is a legend about the six heretical teachers. Each of the six teachers had sixteen disciples who succeeded them, and they then developed into ninety-six heretical sects. In this legend, the day when the enlightened one subdued the six heretical teachers through debate is regarded as the day when he subdued the Sixth Heaven Demon King and the Ninety-Six Cave Demon Generals.

If we look at it from this perspective, wouldn't Gavia's incarnation as the founder of the Six Heretics at this time be Mara?

However, he wasn't worried, because the sixth demon king of the Type-Moon world, Moro, was Kama, so he was at most greatly involved.

"You must always be ready to pull yourselves together, no matter what."

The incarnation of God admonished the waves, warning them, "Yes, even in the face of defeat, you must retreat in an orderly and disciplined manner. Remember, retreat is only a tactic; when the time comes, we will return to fight."

"You are not alone on the journey of life; I am here with you."

After speaking these words to the crowd, Gavia's avatar dismissed them with their respective six masters, then looked at Mingguang, one of the disciples who had been mingling in the crowd, and spoke softly.

"Have you killed Shang Boluo, that Asura?"

"Yes, teacher."

Mingguang nodded, then respectfully continued, "I already know my background. I am—"

"Son of Krishna".

Hearing this, Mingguang, who had originally wanted to surprise Gavia's avatar, was at a loss and could only nod again.

Mingguang, the reincarnation of Kama, is the son of Krishna. Kama has now become the adult form she has always dreamed of, but she has lost her memories of being 'Kama'.

In fact, the reason Krishna wanted Kama to become his child was not only to force Kavia to declare that the lira could not be changed, that the bloody Kurukshetra war would still occur, and that Kama's reincarnation, Vimalakirti, would kill Krishna's entire family due to the curse, and die as the last member of Krishna's family. This is also why Krishna said that Vimalakirti was destined to be a madman.

The Shangpolo mentioned by Gavia is the Asura destined to be killed by Mingguang. On the sixth day after Mingguang's birth, Shangpolo knew that Mingguang would kill him in the future, so he tried to kill her by stealing her and throwing her into the sea.

However, Mingguang was not drowned, but was swallowed by a giant Capricorn fish. The fish was then caught by a fisherman, and was bought by the reincarnation of Gavia. After the fish was gutted, the newborn Mingguang was found.

According to the original text, Mingguang was adopted by Shangboluo's wife, who was either the incarnation of the goddess of love, Roti, or Roti who was taken away after Kama's death. In any case, Shangboluo's wife, who adopted Mingguang, gradually developed feelings for him. After Mingguang grew up and learned of his mission, he killed Shangboluo.

At this moment, it is the reincarnation of Gavia who has adopted Mingguang, and he told Mingguang about his mission earlier, which is why he asked that question.

Gavial did not appear alone; Moses and Durka were often by his side. Moses felt a complex mix of emotions about Kama, who was now truly their child. She often said, "When that bastard Vishnu returns, Kama and I will give him a good beating, until the Ocean of Milk dries up."

"But even so, I am still..."

Mingguang suddenly blushed slightly and whispered, "Father, no, Teacher, your child..."

Gavia's eyes narrowed slightly.

Perhaps it was because the intentions of the person before me were so obvious that it felt as if I had heard the voice of Cupid, a voice that was sometimes near and sometimes far, with no clear distance.

"Mingguang, you're always like this."

"...What do you mean? Could it be that you've seen a different version of me, teacher?"

"At a very close distance, more than once, it was you who were incredibly young."

Gavia squinted, as if reminiscing about her youth.

Why did the teacher say that? A different me? A younger me? Does that refer to my mother who gave birth to me?

Because he felt he couldn't ask the teacher so many questions at once, Mingguang listened quietly.

But Gavial did not continue the topic, instead instructing Mingguang to return to Dormant, the city of Krishna, and go back there.

"...Yes, I understand. I will listen to you, teacher."

Mingguang was still puzzled by Gavia's words, but she felt a calm warmth that seemed to linger in her heart.

The first disciple of the incarnation of Gavia was the most talented one during the Three Kingdoms period, the second was a low-caste man named Chandragupta who was in charge of raising peacocks, then the six heretical teachers, and then Vimalakirti, and so on.

Afterwards, Mingguang returned to Duomen City smoothly and successfully reunited with his real parents in the eyes of the world.

only--

Looking at Krishna and Princess Radiant before him, Mingguang was indeed grateful for the hospitality his true parents had shown him and the banquet they had hosted for many Brahmins and Kshatriyas, but he was not happy.

Over the years, she was raised by the lower castes of Gavia, as well as Mosini and Durga, and thus naturally came to know countless Brahmins and Kshatriyas. However, the differences between those Kshatriyas and Brahmins at the Krishna feast were truly enormous; it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were completely different.

When those who had already been identified as Brahmins and Kshatriyas condescendingly inquired about the caste of the outsiders, Mingguang vividly remembered their joy at learning that they were of the same caste as him and their disdain upon learning that they were of a lower caste.

Besides looking at skin color, another way to find out someone's caste is to ask, "What is your caste?"

The person being questioned cannot avoid the question, nor can they refuse to answer it, because according to tradition, everyone has the right to know.

The north wind howls, and the mountains and forests groan.

Many lower castes toil all year round, enduring beatings and insults, without even clothes to wear, and only able to eat two meals of coarse gruel each day. Yet, the Bharatshatriyas who rule over them use superior food in their sacrifices, which includes sugar and ghee, but after using it, they use it to feed their pets.

Mingguang recalled that once she saw an old woman going from her master's house to fetch water from the Ganges. The old woman was driving a water buffalo, while she herself carried a bucket of water on her back and dragged heavy leg chains. She walked hundreds of miles every day. Before long, her feet were worn out. It wasn't until a month later that the old woman's husband prepared gifts that he had saved up all his life and begged his master to remove the leg chains.

As the old woman recounted her experiences to Mingguang, a look of sorrow appeared on her usually blank face, and she said:

"Adults can endure hunger, but when children are hungry, they just cry and scream, which feels like a knife is cutting into your heart."

Once, my child was so hungry that my husband and I shamelessly asked the owner for some food. He agreed, but the food he brought was bright red. I could tell at a glance that it contained very spicy ingredients and was extremely hot.

The master was a Brahmin, possessing divine power, unlike us mortals. Therefore, this kind of injury wouldn't have any effect on him. But before I could finish speaking, the master forced the child to eat it. The spiciness and heat made him cry with his mouth wide open. After that, he never dared to ask for it again.

If Mingguang hadn't been adopted by Gavia, from her perspective, the cries of this group would have seemed as inexplicable as a raging fire of unknown origin... Depending on the circumstances, she herself might have harmed them without hesitation.

However, Mingguang felt that he had become like this because of his teacher.

A heretic of the world, a violator of the true law, surely only the path of destruction awaits him.

If I were to give my master an evaluation, this would be how I would describe him.

Because whether it is the Shudra or other lower castes, their strength can only be described as ordinary or even low, after all, their origins are completely like weeds. Nevertheless, the teacher, who is obviously of a completely different status from them, still overlaps with them.

Not only did they cultivate six exceptionally talented masters one by one, but they also proclaimed themselves as the spokesperson for the God of the Himalayas. The fact that the supreme God of the Himalayas did not appear to punish them was probably due to the God's mercy, which regarded everyone as human beings.

In fact, sending one's disciples to dangerous locations is usually considered shameless. However, Mingguang understood that it was not for his own protection, but to make more people of lower castes understand that they should resist rather than obey.

After all, this person always tries their best to be sincere, and even if the other party chooses not to understand, they will still choose to accept it.