Due to the wide involvement of the child, not only the Kapoor family knew the identity of the princess, but even Sonam knew about the existence of the illegitimate child. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rhea took the place of her sister, who was stupid by the school, and rushed to Chennai in business class, but she didn't expect to rush into the private house with a fierce momentum, but there was only a simple old couple inside.

Not to mention Kavita, who was hesitating to study or go home, Sanjay had already fled north along the road in a specially made taxi to do his old job.

Back in religiously charged Kolkata, Sanjay's tired body and mind are satisfied at the hotel. Amadunla's faith made her not care if Sanjay had other wives. Living a luxurious life in the hotel every day, Amadon La has reason to believe that Sanjay has not given away what she does not have to other women.

If Sanjay and Kavita are bullies and women of good families, then he and An Jiu are traditional arranged marriages, and Pumira of Bangalore is more like the village woman in charge of the keys in Bluebeard's fairy tale.

Today, more than two years later, Sonam is more like Sanjay's unforgettable first love, and Valia really makes him like a boyfriend.

Amadunla, a special woman who was inspired, had a devout faith, and with the fact of her marriage, her belief in God and her doctrinal requirements, Sanjay was more like a high king than her husband when dealing with her.

Happiness is always short-lived, and Sanjay has not yet recovered from the fatigue of long drives, when the trouble that Babur caused came to his door.

A monk came from the world without television to the world of flowers in the Bay of Bengal, and representatives of various local and surrounding denominations also rushed to this Gandhian miracle city.

The miracle of democracy and the religious atmosphere complement each other, and the old man who advocated the harmonious coexistence of multiple religions has passed away. And these monks and priests, who are older than Sanjay, have to distinguish the belonging of Sanjay's faith.

The Oberoi Kolkata Hotel caters well to the religious aristocracy, and the few guests who don't want to check out are thrown out into the streets.

In the spacious rooftop garden, Amadun Ra sat in on the debate as a representative of the church with Sanjay's permission.

Before this debate began, the Esoteric monks had confirmed that Sanjay was not a "reincarnated being."

More than 2,000 years ago, the land was in turmoil over religion and caste, and people did not know how to respect God or what kind of god to worship. Now there are dozens of religious leaders, as they did 2,000 years ago, arguing with a young man.

"Dear Prince, do you think death is the end?" A Jain who was struggling to preach in the east took the lead in questioning.

It was the elders who adhered to the "Three Jewels and Five Precepts", and the social status of businessmen and intellectuals in modern society has increased, so that this religion, which originally had only a few million followers, is gradually occupying more important positions in the world.

"The modern interpretation of fate may be distorted, but I am convinced that death is not the end, and that the soul does not dissipate with the body." As a reborn dove who occupies the magpie's nest, Sanjay's existence is the best evidence in itself, except that he won't really tell Jainism about this fact.

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As Sanjay's theistic stance was confirmed, the various sects began to ask questions in an attempt to find out what the prince was hiding beneath his words.

The abundance of questions from the scriptures made Sanjay's head bigger, and the murderous sun made Sanjay himself sweat.

In order to end this rally as soon as possible, but also to keep their mouths shut forever. Sanjay interrupted the esoteric and sang in the voice of a modern movie: "Praise Shiva, what is your faith?" Yes... Ahh Oo......oo

After such an inexplicable saliva song, all the non-brahmins closed their mouths listlessly.

But this is Kolkata, the place with the largest number of Brahmans in the country. Just the three from the city's big temples are enough for Sanjay to fall into the boundless sea of learning in the next few years.

Sanjay sorted out the memories in his mind, drank some water and cleared his throat before continuing to preempt the brahmin and said, "I know that you have done a lot of small actions behind your back, and I also know that you think that I am far from before. Yes, you're right, and I'll admit that I'm not the same as I used to be. “

There was an instant commotion in the solemn hall, and representatives of several new-style sects smiled triumphantly.

But Sanjay only waved his hand, and the soldiers guarding the perimeter approached to maintain order, and looking at the forbidden army, the priests remembered that Sanjay was still the prince who could command the army.

A middle-aged man dressed in a fancy costume asked everyone: "Which god do you think is taking care of you?" “

More than a dozen pairs of shining eyes stared at Sanjay, just waiting for him to say his name, and then according to the division of labor, Sanjay was tested to test the truth of what he said.

Sanjay also noted that the Brahmins present were very even, with representatives of almost every major deity in the temple, and even a Brahma apostle sitting at the top of the table.

"Let go of your groundless speculations, my faith belongs to the unified, eternal, pure, transcendental Brahman. As for the change in my temperament, how can you, who live in a bad environment, understand me when I have returned from Maya? “

The Brahma Angel, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had never wandered.

Shiva and Vishnu's attendants looked at the first place together, and slowly the people of several other sects also looked at each other with different eyes like the chief brahmin because they had not received a response for a long time.

The originally lost Jain old man, also from Rajasthan, looked nervously at the little-known fellow countryman.

The contents of the Vedas came from the position of chief, and other brahmins began to chant the contents of the scriptures. As the voices gradually became in tune, the Esoteric and Jain people appeared to be in pain, except for the Sikhs and Amadunra, who were not affected in the slightest.

The weather that had been sunny in the sky changed with these strange languages, and the phantom of a full moon appeared on the horizon.

Sanjay took a handful of bananas and handed them to Amadunla, motioning for her to come and feed herself, staring at the white skin under her burqa, and said, "Don't waste your stock, I'm not a god or a demon, and I'm not a ten Ravana." If Ganash is the Ganash of this life, then I am the Shankara now. “

Hearing the brahmin's voice louder, Sanjay went one step further, put his arm around Amadon's waist and lifted her to his lap, and put half a banana into her mouth with his right hand. He looked at the black hole in Amadon's mouth seriously, watched the white banana roll in the black hole, and chanted the Vedas in specious Sanskrit.

When Sanjay chanted a few words from memory, he fell into a strange realm, and the mouth of the beautiful woman in front of him seemed to have a mysterious universe, and the pronunciation gradually developed in a more beautiful direction.

Once again, the scorching sun reigned over the world, and strange phenomena disappeared like a mirage. The chief brahmin was the first to change his pronunciation, and gradually most of the brahmin changed to the tone of the sanjay, except for Shiva and the priests of Vishnu who struggled to hold on to their original tone.

The eyes of the soldiers around them showed unprecedented fanaticism, if they used to be passive obedience for the sake of their mission, now seeing Sanjay's solemn and solemn gaze into the void, they are all proud of their work.

When Amadon couldn't help but moan because of Sanjay's whims in the abdomen, the audience fell silent.

The new Brahmins changed their previous arrogance and took the initiative to ridicule the two main Brahmins, who were somewhat weak.

Amid the woman's moans, the debate about Sanjay's irrelevance continued, and Amadunra's resistance became more and more resolute, and Sanjay could only let her leave him, watching her walk briskly out of the garden with her head down.

Without the surveillance of foreign religions, there was a more pronounced division within the Brahmins, and a part of the Shiva followers began to fight among themselves.

The followers of the Shangkara sect were still at the foot of the snow-capped mountains recently, and Sanjay's performance at this time was simply perfect. The result of a return to religion away from God is very much in line with the position of the New School.

"Well, whether I was or am now, even if I become someone else's father, father-in-law or monarch in the future, I am still me. I have only one, no matter what you think, there is only one heir to the throne in this country, and that is me. I believe in my soldiers, so please correct your attitudes and wait for me to show you the true rule of the world, when perhaps the time of the gods will return. How many kinds of hugs are there? How does a girl's kiss feel? How many types of love are there? What exactly is the purpose of a union between a man and a woman? Whoever prevents me from exploring these four questions, then I don't care what you are trying to do, for the arms invented by the fools will teach you who is the master of this country. “

The myth is repeating itself but it seems to be biased, and the history of becoming a virtuous monarch after being possessed is being recreated by a lustful prince.

There was a tent on top of the span, and Sanjay just chewed an apple casually and swayed into the shady hallway.

The brahmins in the garden changed their joy from a few minutes ago, and their expressions were different to choose their own positions. Looking at these former high-ranking people, the Sikhs felt that they had at least seen a good show.

As the congregation dispersed back to their rooms, some saw the guards in the hallway packing their clothes, apparently in the style of a lady's robe.

The sound of heavy objects falling into the water came from the closed pool room, and Sanjay's mischievous whisper also penetrated the wooden door and reached the ears of those who had a heart.

In the past few days, the religious disputes accumulated in Calcutta were decided by Sanjay, and the Sikhs and Esoteric sects were the first to leave the hotel, and in the end, except for the new retinue transferred from the unknown temple, only a few Jains and Jews who had arrived at the news remained in the hotel.