"Holy Lord, please give me the peace to accept what I cannot change, give me the courage to change what I can, and give me the wisdom to discern the difference between the two."

"Amen."

"Amen."

As the priest closed the book, the chapel resounded with a uniform sound of amen.

Because of the traditions left by the colonizers, the priesthood of the church was held by a man who was fluent in English and the local indigenous language.

In the land full of the Wet Poison Sect, the sound of prayer Amen is a little abrupt, the six states in the northeast are not large, but the places are full of religions.

To the west, the hinterland of the Damp Poison Sect is all under the realm of the Damp Poison Sect, while the neighboring land of Mizusawa to the south is dominated by the Star Moon Sect, and to the east, Myanmar is a Buddhist country of Theravada Buddhism.

The title of the Museum of Ethnography and Religion is well deserved, but it does not show the weakness of the people living in this land.

However, the believers who listened to the priest's speech did not realize that the priest's situation today was a little wrong, some were absent-minded, and some were wandering, and they only cheered up when preaching prayers.

At the end of the service, the congregation stood up and walked out in groups, the light rain outside the church had completely stopped, and the bus came to the town not only for simple prayer, but also for the Kasi women who held the financial power of the family, and they had their own task of purchasing daily necessities such as salt for their families.

Compared with other parts of the state, Meghalaya has a population of only 3 million, and the abundant rainfall has created a landscape of primeval forests and waterfalls, but unfortunately it has not been developed into a scenic tourist attraction that attracts money, and also restricts the development of planting and population.

The same scene of primitive tribes can still be seen in this land, but fortunately, some of the brilliance of modern society has also shone into the vast forest, even if it is not done that every village is connected to electricity, but at least - wearing N hands of discarded clothes shipped from unknown countries.

"Squeak."

Seeing all the faithful leave, the priest gently closed the doors of the church.

He then looked at the inside of the church, which was empty, and according to the previous arrangement, it was time for him to clean up.

But the priest only went to the side door, and opened the little door with a frown.

Outside the door stood a tall man in his thirties, with a beard on his face that concealed his real age.

"Mook, you're here again." The priest leaned over and let Mook into the church.

"Even the listed castes can come to the church of the Holy Lord, so why can't I come?" When talking about the scheduled caste, the man named Mook spoke with sarcasm in his tone.

It was mockery but not contempt, and there was no contempt for the untouchables in the tone.

"All men are equal before the Holy Lord, and the souls of kings and beggars are of average weight." The priest uttered foul words that would make the priests of the Poison Cult angry.

In the countryside of the damp poison hinterland, if a pariah enters the temple of the damp poison sect, it is light to be viciously whipped in public, after all, just like a rat living in the gutter, an eagle flying in the sky, and people should follow this natural law between people.

"Yes, that should be the goal and direction we are pursuing." Mook sat on a bench and spoke the authentic 'central language', which was very different from the local indigenous and Meghalaya-like English.

Although to outsiders, Damp Poison English has a curry flavor, Damp Poison People have also developed an authentic set of Hinglish, which is a mixture of local grammar and words, which is different from both British English and American English.

"All men are created equal, and there is no need for us to use the system of 2,000 years ago, and although I don't like the Holy Bishop either, there is no reason why our people cannot understand this simple fact until now."

The priest waved his hand: "Mook, I know what you are going to do, you want to change the situation, but this ...... What does it have to do with us, even if you want to change, please go to the west, to the place where the caste system is most severe, not to a small and remote place like ours. ”

The six northeastern states also have a caste system, but the persecution is relatively light.

"It's because it's too serious, it's too entrenched, and it's too entrenched to succeed." There was still some warmth on the bench where Mook was sitting.

"If we don't speak up, everything will go on as usual, but if we raise even a few decibels, they have a reason to go after the rebels."

"Only by starting from the weak areas can the whole business be successful."

"You know better than me the situation in the six northeastern states, which are backward and poor, with customs very different from those in the central region, and the rebel groups have come and gone, and the central government has never been careful to run here."

"Well...... "the priest muttered, "I seem to have heard the whole theory somewhere. ”

"It's just a universally applicable truth." Mook has an extraordinary fanatical pursuit of truth, "Father Aja, you should have experienced this cannibalistic system, a shameful system, more than I do! ”

Aja was speechless, Mook had suddenly appeared in the town a few months earlier, and he had apparently done his homework, and as soon as he entered the church, he knew that he had once been a lowly Dalit, that is, a pariah.

A lifetime of work as a cleaner is only suitable, and although there have been precedents for Dalits to become prime minister, for the vast majority of Dalits it is just a dream.

Aja is not a native of Meghalaya, he is a rare villager of the Holy Bishop's village in the hinterland of wet poison, and the villagers of the Scheduled Caste have become untouchable in the surrounding villages after believing in the Holy Bishop, although he has climbed to the university step by step through the entrance examinations, but he has been subjected to substantial caste discrimination both in school and after graduation.

Obviously, he has a higher level of education, better work ability, and more conscientious than those high castes, but in the end, when he encounters a difficult matter, he is pushed directly out to block the knife, everything is a matter of course, and he is disheartened Aja simply went to Meghalaya, where the Holy Bishop is prevalent, to become a priest.

For thirty years, he settled here, married a wife and had children, and slowly became a little famous among the common people.

To be able to find himself among so many well-known people around the city of Joiwai, Mook had obviously put in a lot of effort.

"If before we could only cause a small amount of trouble to this unfair system, now we finally have the strength, the support of the gods." Mook sits with a tall body that looks like a magical colonist in an oil painting.

This Muk does have a mystery on his body, the only thing Aja can be sure of is that Muk is not a local, and his temperament is not the gangsterism of the rebel groups in the six northeastern states, although it is not accurate to see the caste according to the color of his skin, but Muke's fair skin is most likely not a poor person of a low caste.

At least the rebels Aja had seen who wanted to overthrow the caste system were mostly dark-skinned.

"Gods?"

"Yes, gods."

The priest laughed, "Mook, I still can't believe what you say, that there are gods living at the foot of our land?" This is not a trick to deceive ordinary believers...... Amen, Amen. ”

The priest found that he had made a mistake in his words, how could he say that he was deceiving the believers, and there is no doubt that there are gods in this day and age.

Moreover, even in the past, the priest himself believed in the existence of the Holy Lord, but this Holy Lord was closer to his concept of 'Brahman'.

Brahman is not so much a god as a 'being' in Parmenides' mouth, the Tao in Chinese Taoism.

Brahman is immortal and imperishable, neither created nor destroyed.

There are no real gods in the world, and if there is, it must be the laws that maintain the operation of the world.

"Why don't you believe that He has entered into my dreams to reveal it, and the day of resurrection is near." Mook spoke crazy religious words, but he didn't see the devotion of the fanatics.

More like a scholar who has been baptized by modern civilization, the gods seem to be only a force that can be used in his eyes.

"Gods...... It's too ......," Aja chuckled wryly.

Unlike the closed mountain people, Aja knows that there are many miracles all over the world, and there are many lucky ones who have been selected to become famous.

But this is only a small probability event, he doesn't believe that in a small place like Meghalaya, or anyone around him, can encounter such a small probability.

This is more like Mook's means of gathering support in order to trick everyone into gathering support, anyway, the group is always blindly obedient, and a group of people is far easier to fool than a single person.

"Trust me, I'll show you miracles." Mook stood up, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, come to Salman's house, and I'm going to inform the others." ”

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, just tomorrow."

Leaving the skeptical Aja in the church, Mook strode out into the street.

He had prepared a black umbrella, but looking at the clear sky should not be needed, and the rainy day of Meghalaya hurrying away reminded him of the main island of Britton.

It's just that a hundred years have passed since independence, and the country is still sleeping in a coffin, and the breath of decay is so overwhelming that people can't breathe, and it is hopeless to reach or even surpass the original suzerain.

No heavy punches, no strong medicine, this country will never change!

It will take 100 years, 200 years, or hundreds of years to change a system that has long been behind for a thousand years, and how can we catch up with other powerful countries in such a situation.

Mook shook his umbrella and walked down the road with his head held high.

On the other side of the street, a figure in tattered clothes hurried by, and the appearance of his clothes soaking wet made Mook take a few more looks.

I'm afraid it's a poor man who doesn't have an umbrella at all, and is drenched all over his body by the sudden heavy rain.

It is with the existence of such miserable people that the country needs to change!

The three burials were in a hurry, and their eyes did not forget to observe the surroundings, and this journey was not a kind of cultivation.

Some people on the side of the road are numb, and some are high-spirited...... It is really a hundred beings with all kinds of beings.