Leaving his church work, Aja returned to his local home, where he had already started a family and married a mountain woman, and his life was not rich, but at least he had no worries about food and clothing.

The standard of worry-free food and clothing can be very high or very low, with delicacies from the mountains and seas and brocade clothes, coarse tea and light rice and ragged clothes.

Aja's life was undoubtedly on the latter side, and apart from a slight reputation among the local devotees, he was not rich in personal possessions.

A brick and stone adobe house, a small courtyard, a family of five, this is all Aja's life, and everything that he strives for for the rest of his life.

"Coming back?"

The wife is boiling porridge, the three daughters are writing their homework on the small table in the courtyard, except for the younger daughter, who is still in elementary school, the other two are middle school students, and the eldest daughter will go to university next year.

"Dad, what should I do with this question."

"I'll take a look......" Aja put on his glasses, he was not only a priest, but also one of the most educated people in small towns, although it was more difficult to become a teacher in a regular school, but Meghalaya was backward in education, and his knowledge was sufficient.

"It's a very simple math problem, you can first tell me the solution idea you have come up with."

The thought of her daughter going to school in the damp hinterland to the west made Aja's heart twitch that he had come from there.

Even if the cities in the hinterland are not comparable to the cities of the world's mainstream countries, they are colorful metropolises compared to the backward world like Meghalaya.

But there is also a disgusting darkness hidden in Meghalaya, where caste discrimination, which is not very serious, will attack like a tiger in the hinterland, not to mention the infidels, who are more Dalits than Dalits, and even the more modernly educated, relatively enlightened university groups cannot escape the subtle influence.

Tutoring her three daughters in their homework, Aja sat in the courtyard and watched the stars in the sky chasing the moon, like an ordinary person who tirelessly pursues the truth.

He made up his mind and decided to go to the place Mook said tomorrow.

Just to 'observe' and not to participate in it, Aja persuaded himself.

Salman was a small merchant in the town, but not a Vaishya, and was a Litah like the vast majority of Meghalaya.

Salman's house was very lively tonight, and more than one or two dozen people in different clothes sat in the living room.

Meghalaya is the only land that is not valuable, and Salman's living room was built large enough, but it was clearly not financially adequate, and the living room seemed very empty, without too much stuff to fill it.

Aja arrived at the agreed place half an hour early, and his eyelids jumped slightly as he watched the crowd gathered in the town, some of whom were people he knew, and some of whom had only heard or seen but did not understand, but they were indeed decent people with heads and faces.

Being able to bring all the decent people together, before you know it, Mook's influence on the town has reached this level, and besides, Mook is elusive, appearing and disappearing from time to time, he must be active in more than one place.

As the head of the house, Salman greeted everyone at the gate, and he had a prosperous life in the local brick kiln factory.

"Father Aja."

"Hello."

After saying hello to Salman, Aja found a place in the courtyard and sat down.

He saw his peers in the other church, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, as if they were good companions of the Holy Lord.

With Aja's knowledge, he also saw a police captain in the local police station, and the government clerks were all local Meghalayas, and their abilities were not outstanding, but the leaders of the town's key organs were all transferred from the hinterland.

It is impossible to judge whether it is a business elite or not, but it must be a high-caste nobleman, such as the head of the town government in this term is a foreign Brahmin.

Of course, whether it is a Brahmin or a Kshatriya, these are not written in official documents, everyone is equal in the legal sense, and there is no difference because of the descent of birth.

Looking at the people gathered here now, Aja quickly found something in common, they were all low castes, and they had all suffered from low castes.

However, even people from government agencies can come here, Aja is still surprised, after all, regardless of caste, as long as the ass sits in the government seat, his views on many things will naturally change.

He had always thought that Mook was some kind of shady anti-government, so it seemed that he was overthinking.

As long as he is not engaged in any illegal act, the big stone in Aja's heart fell to the ground, and it was not difficult for him to inject some tributary streams into the surging river, but it was impossible to stand up and stand in front of the waves of the surging sea.

Salman's wife and daughter brought out the food from the kitchen, all of which were hearty dishes, but everyone had no appetite for pilaf, and their eyes were focused on Mook.

Mook hadn't spoken since the beginning of the meeting, as if it wasn't what he had organized.

He quickly solved the food with three strokes and five divisions, drank the water in the water cup, and then walked in front of the people, Aja didn't know what Muk's identity was, he walked in front of everyone without stage fright, and his eyes were full of light when he looked around.

"I'm glad to see all of you here, whether you think I'm a madman or a madman, but I'm sure everyone has some kind of desire to change."

Mook set the tone as soon as he spoke, and his authentic central damp English seemed to carry a majestic power invisibly.

"I am not a revolutionary who destroys everything with violence as some people imagine, but like everyone here, I seek peaceful reform, and use our words and actions to urge the reform of this unfair system."

"This is not only my pursuit, but also the revelation given to me by the true gods who sleep deep under this land."

No one was interested in Mook's words, which anyone could say, and the politicians who threw out their words on the city streets for the sake of votes spoke more eloquently than anyone else.

Only the word god makes people yearn for it, watching the world appear transcendent one after another, and have always believed that the wet poison people with gods in the sky are convinced that there will be transcendent appearances in their country, and the difference is only that the time of appearance is sooner or later.

"I know and understand what you are thinking, so I have come tonight to show you true miracles and let the gods guide us."

Muck raised his arm, and everyone in the audience stared.

Even the people who don't believe in it are now hopeful that a miracle will happen.

Who in this world doesn't want to see miracles happen.