In a splendid palace, there are four men and two women, and six old Indians, all of whom are Brahmin prophets, just like Singar!

The old man at the top was over eighty years old, almost slumped on a low couch, his face was full of wrinkles, his voice trembled, and he said slowly, "Singel, do you think that young man will join me in teaching and be used by us?"

"Great Prophet!" Singhal was a little speechless, and said with a wry smile, "That is a Taoist monk, how can it be used by us!"

"And what do you mean?"

Singhal looked around, there were only himself and a few prophets in the hall, stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "I mean, let him dress up as Lord Shiva and descend to earth to consolidate the status of my religion in the world, and also consolidate our position in my religion!"

"Ahh......h

"How can I not understand such a big matter?" Singhal sighed slightly, and said, "But you prophets should also understand that my religion is on the verge of collapse, and if we don't try to save it, it won't be long before my teachings will be doubted by more people......

Although Singel's words were a bit exaggerated, there was some truth to them, and the other six prophets nodded their heads.

The foundation of Hindu teachings is the caste system preached by the Brahmins, but with the development of the economy and civilization, the consciousness of freedom and equality has become more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

The caste system, which was once accepted by everyone and taken for granted, is becoming less and less recognized by Protestants and is beginning to suffer ostracism!

At the same time, more and more Shudras began to pursue freedom and equality, and began to scoff at the caste system preached by the Brahmins!

In this way, it will inevitably shake the upper classes of the caste system like Brahmin and Kshatriya!

As a result, these prophets searched for so-called 'miracles' with the intention of using them to support Hindu orthodoxy.

This time, Singh visited Zen Master Baoyue to find some people with special talents, hoping to rebuild Indians' confidence in Hinduism, but unexpectedly, he happened to bump into Changsheng who came to seek news.

Seeing the water attribute supernatural power possessed by Changsheng, and the more mysterious and weird mind supernatural power, Singal seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and instantly had an idea to let Changsheng play the role of Shiva God to descend to earth!

However, in order to accomplish this, it was necessary to seek the consent of not only the immortals, but also several other prophets.

"I won't say anything about the crisis that my religion is facing, but I think the prophets also understand!" Singh stood up, looked at the other prophets, and said lightly, "Everyone, if we don't save it this time, what else will we have when Hinduism declines?"

"You know what we mean, we want to save it, but what about after that? After this is over, we can't let that young monk run around, do you have a better way to solve him once and for all?"

"Yes!" said the eldest prophet slowly, "we are going to keep him in the temple forever, and it is better not to let him appear again......

"I can't keep him, and neither can the prophets!" Singhal sighed, but then added, "However, I have prepared a plan for it, and I promise you that within six months, I will give you his head!"

"What do you have to do about it?"

"The prophets don't have to worry about the specific matters, but I ask the prophets to move and see the young monk first......

"Okay, then we'll see you first!"

......

The four immortals passed through the two-meter-high portal at Brahma's feet and came to another slightly smaller meeting room!

There is a seven- or eight-meter-long table in the reception room, and the table is full of hearty food!

Chicken, duck, fish, delicacies from the mountains and seas are all available, since coming to India, Changsheng and Xiao Wu have not eaten very well, at this time when they see the table full of delicacies, their eyes are about to burst into flames!

There was also a person who was faster than Changsheng and Xiao Wu, and his huge body rushed to the table, picked up a roast suckling pig, and bit off the pig's head!

After three bites, the roast suckling pig disappeared, and he picked up a large bunch of grapes and swallowed the whole bunch into his mouth, regardless of the juice flowing from the corners of his mouth!

When I look at it again, there are only dead branches left in the whole bunch!

Xiao Wu looked at Monk Baofeng in surprise, presumably it was the first time she had seen that someone ate grapes in whole bunches.

"Senior brother, don't be reckless!" Baoyue Zen Master scolded the great monk, seeing that the great monk was still gobbling up his big food, he could only sigh and said, "The diet in the temple is relatively simple, my junior brother made the two of them laugh!"

"It's okay!" Changsheng smiled faintly, this great monk was very much like a pillar, and he had a sense of closeness to Monk Baofeng in his heart.

After enjoying the food, Changsheng and Xiao Wu pushed open the plate, leaned lazily on the chair, and caressed their stomachs with both hands!

Only Zen Master Baoyue did not move the food on the table from beginning to end, and sat in the corner of the inner hall with his eyes closed.

The door of the inner hall was suddenly pushed open, and an Indian man in his forties walked in, respectfully bowed to Changsheng, and said in English, "Venerable sir, the prophets want to discuss important matters with you alone...... Zen master, please take this lady and another Zen master and stay away for the time being!"

"No, I want to stay by Changsheng's side!" Xiao Wu was a little worried about these Indians!

Although Bao Yue didn't say it explicitly, Changsheng also knew that this venerable Brahmin prophet specially invited him to come, and there must be something very important, so he smiled and said, "Xiao Wu, you and Zen Master Baoyue will avoid it first!"

"But ......"

"It's okay!" Changsheng took Xiao Wu's hand and said in a low voice, "Singh specially invited us here, and he will definitely not embarrass us!"

Xiao Wu nodded, and walked out of the inner hall behind Baoyue, who had an indifferent face.

After a while, Singal was the first to enter the inner hall, smiling and greeting Changsheng, and then an older prophetess walked in!

The prophetess sat on the other side of the table with a faint smile, and she didn't say hello to Changsheng, silently looking at Changsheng's whole body!

Then, a male prophet walked in, also sitting opposite Immortal!

Changsheng didn't speak, and he didn't get up when he saw older and older men and women walking in.

The last one to come in was the old prophet who was over eighty years old, and the old prophet sat tremblingly at the top of the table on crutches!

"Venerable sir, as you must know, we have invited you here to ask you for a small favor!" Singh glanced at the other prophets, saw that the others nodded one after another, and said with a smile, "As long as you are willing to do us this favor, the Great Prophet will personally introduce you to our religion and become the eighth prophet of Brahmin......"

Changsheng didn't get up either, and smiled coldly, "Don't pretend, just say it, what do you want me to do?"

"Huh?" Singhal glanced at the anger on the faces of several prophets, and patiently replied, "My religion has billions of followers, and it is a great honor to be a prophet to my Brahmin religion......

Without waiting for Singhal to finish speaking, Changsheng stood up lightly and said coldly, "I'm very busy, don't waste my time!"

"Sir, wait a minute!" Seeing that Changsheng was indifferent, Singh didn't dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly said, "We want to ask you to play the role of Lord Shiva and descend to earth to consolidate the status of our sect......"

Uh, Changsheng was secretly shocked!

Before this, Changsheng had also imagined Singh's purpose for finding himself, but he never thought that these old guys would want to let themselves play Shiva, one of the three main gods of Hinduism!

I couldn't help but stop and said in surprise, "You're not kidding, are you?"

"How could I joke about such a thing?" said Singer, sighing slightly, referring to the origins of Hinduism, the emergence of the caste system, and the current predicament.

With the development of science and technology and the enlightenment of the people's minds, more and more people realize the illusory nature of religious teachings, and religion is bound to become more and more unsustainable.

But unlike other religions, Hinduism is based on a caste system, which means that there are many things mixed with Hinduism, and there is more to it than just faith.

"You want me to be a tool for your fools, don't even think about it!" Changsheng instantly understood what Singal meant, and said in a loud voice, "Little Five, let's go!"

Xiao Wu and Zen Master Baoyue were just outside the door, and when they heard Changsheng's voice, they pushed open the door and walked in.

"We give you money......"

"Fooling the common people with miracles, enslaving thoughts with the caste system, and wanting me to help the people do evil, you are sorry for what you said!" Changsheng scolded coldly, suddenly stopped, and said, "How much can you give?"

"As long as you help us play the role of Lord Shiva once, I will give you 200 million, no, 500 million US dollars!" Singh said in a loud voice, "Moreover, my sect has ancient books from more than 1,000 years ago, which record information about the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda......"

At this time, Zen Master Baoyue also walked into the inner hall and explained to Changsheng in a low voice, "Hinduism is different from other religions, absorbing the teachings of Brahmanism, Buddhism, and Jainism, as well as folk beliefs, customs, and philosophical thoughts, which is by no means like ordinary religions...... So, it's possible for Hinduism to have a message that we don't know!"

Changsheng nodded and turned around, and before he could speak, Xiao Wu beside him suddenly said, "Changsheng, I ......"

Seeing Xiao Wu spitting, Changsheng couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"I—I don't want you to help them ......"

"Why?"

"The caste system is very unfair, and we should not help it!"

Changsheng smiled slightly, indeed, this kind of system that enslaves people's minds and consumes people's will is very unfair, and with his own heart, he is not willing to agree to Singel's request!

However, Changsheng suddenly had another idea, but he couldn't tell Xiao Wu yet.

"In addition to letting me consult ancient books, you have to pay me a billion dollars, not a cent!"

"Changsheng!" Xiao Wu has never complained about Changsheng, this is the first time.

"Deal!" Singal laughed and said, "I'll pay you $500 million first, and then I'll pay you another $500 million after you play Lord Shiva!"

"Agreed!" Changsheng smiled slightly!

Singhal turned around and translated the conversation between himself and Changsheng to the six prophets one by one, and the six of them frowned!

After being silent for a long time, he nodded imperceptibly, and agreed to it.

Singh discussed with the oldest prophet in a low voice, then stood up and said, "Venerable sir, the prophet is still a little uneasy, I would like you to show you some magical powers!"

Changsheng frowned, as if he had become a street performer, and he could play a few tricks before he could get a reward from others!

But looking at the distrustful expressions of several prophets, their expressions were slightly cold, and the Kunlun sword flew out and flew in the air!

"You ......" The prophets stood up sharply and flashed to the side at a speed that was extremely inappropriate for their age.

But in an instant, everyone present was still, watching the Kunlun Sword passing by, but there was nothing they could do!

Immediately after, the power of imprisonment that enveloped everyone suddenly disappeared, and the Kunlun Sword also flew back to the storage bracelet.

"Although your status is respected, I am completely sure that I will kill you all here, so you better not lie to me!" Changsheng shouted coldly, "Singel, take me to consult the ancient books......"

Singh left the inner hall with Changsheng, Xiao Wu, and Bao Yue Zen Master, and the six prophets gathered together, their faces full of surprise, and discussed the next arrangements in a low voice.

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