The gods led their guests to the glade behind the building.

It is a vast meadow dotted with snow-white cattle like clouds in the blue sky.

The wealth of the brahmins was also the envy of Indra, and he did not hide his admiration for the herd, especially the two bulls, which were two behemoths and extremely strong.

"This is our herd, and the bull is the leader of the herd, one named Horn and the other Highback. ”

The two bulls were standing on the grass, leisurely regurgitating the grass, and even from a distance, one could notice the towering backs and exaggerated horns, distinguishing them from the rest of the meadow as if they were gods facing mortals.

"I've always wondered which of these two bulls is stronger," Indra's exhaustion had been washed away by the excitement, and he looked excited, "Don't let me down." ”

"You don't have to let two bulls fight each other to know how strong or weak you are," the countess smiled, "and let them wrestle." ”

"No," the brahmin hurriedly stopped, "these two bulls are extremely violent and aggressive, and if they are allowed to wrestle, they will inevitably fight each other, and both will lose." ”

"Pull with a rope so that the two are opposed, and as long as the rope continues, you will naturally be able to distinguish the winner from the loser, and you will not be afraid of them being injured. ”

Before the brahmin could say anything, Indra burst out laughing, "Okay! Try it, I'll pick a strong horn, and it will win!"

"Then let's try it at that. ”

Naturally, there were apprentices in the Brahman's house who took care of the herd, took a thick rope from one side, braided it into a noose, and then led the two bulls over, carefully not letting them face each other, and put the noose around their necks.

When everything was ready, the brahmins gathered around the two guests and came to the middle of the meadow, where the two bulls were already restless and eager to get a point.

"Choose the winner you want to see, ascetic, brahmins must observe the etiquette of hospitality, and if you choose the right one, you win. ”

The countess looked at the two huge bulls, and then made a choice: "I think the high back will win." ”

"Let them start as you wish. ”

The group stepped back, and then the servants let go of the bull, which had been impatient, and the two behemoths began to roar forward in rage.

Indra laughed loudly at the loud roar, he loved such games, pure horror forces collided, far more appetite for the god of thunderstorms than mortal games.

The two bulls struggled in a rage, and the ropes of the brahmins were so strong that they found themselves held back by a force, but to the two behemoths, it only made them more frenzied.

The earth trembled under its hooves, and the roar swept through the mountains and forests, echoing in the air as if it were a great battle.

The two bulls bowed their heads and shrugged their shoulders as if they were fighting against something invisible, and kept trying.

Indra cheered for the horns loudly, he loved the bull as if he loved himself, and the brahmin painted its mighty horns with a sacred red, like a pair of tusks of the white elephant, the mount of the great god. The god of thunderstorms was convinced that the bull could win, because he knew that with bigger and more beautiful and majestic horns, a bull would have the upper hand in the fight against its kind.

But now, the bull is slowly retreating.

Although it roared unwillingly and walked forward in a frenzy, it only stood still.

On the other hand, the bull with a towering back, is slowly advancing.

Indra roared angrily and threw the vajra in his hand, and then there was a roar of thunder in the distance, and the brahmin looked up, and there was an avalanche on the distant Mount Meru, and the snow rushed like a raging wave, bypassing the slope and disappearing into the bottomless abyss with a loud sound.

With this grand roar, the wrestling came to fruition.

The healthy horn has been given up, and the winner is the high back.

The brahmins quickly let the servants rush forward to untie the ropes, and with great effort they pulled the two bulls that wanted to fight, wiped their sweat, and brought them to the sides of the meadow to rest.

"Even their owners don't know which of the two bulls is stronger......"

Unlike the hosts here, the gods were glad to see the Countess's victory, which meant both the ascetic proceeding and the courtesy and hospitality of the guests.

"Maybe the two bulls are really just as strong, but at least they're not exactly the same. ”

The countess smiled and returned to the courtyard with the gods, sat down at the table, and the feast continued.

"What determines the outcome of two bulls?"

The brahmins showed interest, but unlike Indra, they seemed to see the matter more as a discussion of the Dharma between Brahmin ascetics.

"The key to everything is the rope," the countess said with a smile, "and no one has ever tried to put a rope on these two bulls, for it is indeed contrary to the original intention of Brahma's creation, and bulls are not fit to be roped." ”

"When both the horns and the bulls are roped, their necks are strangled by the ropes and they can't breathe, but the high-backs are less affected by the ropes, and their towering backs bear most of the power from the ropes, and they are naturally more able to exert their full strength than the horns. ”

Indra sighed helplessly, "I see...... From the moment the servants take out the ropes, you know which bull will win. ”

The god was truly tired, and the defeat of his beloved bull was no different from that of Indra himself, and he was disappointed in the same way.

The host duly invited the tired guests into the room and let them rest peacefully.

......

"Gods?"

A brahmin looked at Magellan with contempt, and in his eyes there was no doubt that he was a pariah trying to pretend to be a Kshatriya, who spoke like a Brahmin and had weapons like a Kshatriya, but the rest of the body was full of low people who simply did not match the higher castes.

"They dwelt on Mount Meru in the north, and only briefly descended to the great temples to enjoy the offerings when there were advanced brahmin offerings. ”

Magellan nodded in gratitude, then bypassed the large retinue of Brahmins and headed north.

He was already on the verge of giving up, but when Brahmin appeared before him, it seemed that a glimmer of extraordinary power was revealed, and no matter what, Magellan had to find the gods, and he had to complete the austerity, whatever Shiva wanted to exchange for this austerity in the end.

In this world where there are no gods, in their place are the Brahmins, who gather by the rivers in the north.