From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 235 Kindness from the Slums

(It was blocked, which caused a delay. Oh well.)

Bai Yang's words signified a major upheaval in this area.

This commotion wasn't just for the people in this country; on the contrary, it was a performance for the whole world!

After all, Buddhism is one of the world's three major religions. Although the number of believers is not large, its level is high and its scope is wide, making it an excellent place to collect aspirations.

(It's a bit difficult to write about a certain religion; even writing its name is a pain... So this religion can only be tentatively chosen, because I'm afraid if I write it down, the book will be abandoned.)
With so many people, such a large territory, and such prestige, this was the best that Bai Yang could have considered.

And those legendary Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, each with distinct characteristics and special circumstances, can be used as henchmen at certain times, wouldn't that be wonderful?

As he prepared for his big move, agents from all over the world, with the support of their respective leaders, chose to enter the scene and disembarked from the airport in Kolkata one after another.

As soon as the agents disembarked, they witnessed a bizarre sight at the airport—a group of Brahmins and Kshatriyas, clearly of high caste, were walking into the airport with their families. They were walking very fast, as if some monstrous beast was lurking there, ready to devour them.

This made many intelligence gatherers nervous!
Special agents are often the most sensitive to this kind of information. Seeing the group's escape, they guessed the danger in the city and became even more vigilant, continuing to report the situation to their superiors.

Of course, the top leaders of various countries would not care about such dangers; they would only think that this was a sign of extraordinary manifestation, so they ordered the agents to continue to approach those two extraordinary points.

Amidst this turmoil, even the Indian government, however slow to react, should have sensed something unusual, and thus, new developments emerged once again.

Police officers were mobilized and began operating throughout the city. Whether they were truly maintaining order or using the opportunity to make money was hard to say.

With the guidance of powerful figures behind the scenes, the criminal gangs in the city—or rather, the local armed groups—also sprang into action, making the already chaotic city even more turbulent and disorganized.

After all, in India, besides the police and other official gangs, various criminal organizations are an unavoidable part of the country.

For example, local gentry armed forces, political party armed forces, gang armed forces, animal protection organizations, charitable organizations, and counter-espionage organizations are all part of the "organized crime forces"!

Yes, that's right, it's that amazing. Animal protection organizations and charities are also criminal forces, and much more evil than ordinary gangs.

They saw that even the police were out collecting money, so of course they wanted to get a piece of the pie too. What difference did it make who stole the money from the common people? They were afraid that if they arrived late, there would be nothing left to steal!

This chaos made Bai Yang frown even more deeply, and he gained a clearer understanding of this country.

Oh no, Wutian seems to have been too conservative. The people here are even worse than he imagined!

Or should we just kill them all and start over?
Bai Yang stroked his chin, and he did have some thoughts about the appearance of this "demon".

……

The dramatic performance by the higher-ups did not cause any significant changes in Jinra's actions.

After all, the promised three hardships are indeed three hardships, and the promised three opportunities are indeed three opportunities.

He had walked through the ordinary neighborhoods where people made a living, and witnessed the murderous philosophy of survival amidst the filth and chaos; he had walked through the seemingly clean and tidy rich neighborhoods, and witnessed the petty scheming and despicable behavior in order to maintain the regime.

Now, he's going to see those at the very bottom of society!
Jinro left the high-caste community, passed through the low-caste group community, and arrived in the slum where the "untouchables" lived.

Rather than "dwelling," this place should be described as a "garbage dump."

Because this slum is right next to Kolkata's largest garbage dump, and the garbage mountain is full of people.

They are all people who rely on this garbage mountain to survive. Their daily work is to find something usable in this stinking garbage mountain, and then use it themselves or sell it.

This is certainly difficult, but what's even more difficult is that under these circumstances, you still have to supply the gang, support your family, and keep them alive!
Suer was just a scavenger on the garbage mountain. Yes, that was his name. He didn't even have a surname. After all, he was just a Dalit, so whether he had a surname or not didn't really matter.

Who knows, one day he might die from poisoning in a garbage dump.

He had painstakingly collected trash all day, enough to cover his food expenses, protection fees, and his own "supplies" for tomorrow, so he went down the mountain with peace of mind.

Tomorrow, with these things, he can take a short rest, take his child to bathe in the Ganges, and buy some sweets from the street vendor.

My own child has been obedient and quiet since he was little, and has never had a good meal. It's time to take him out and enjoy some comforts. After all, the hardships of this life have only just begun!

However, just as Su Er stepped into the alley and was about to return home, he saw a "person" lying on his doorstep, slowly moving forward.

He was bald with very white skin, but his entire body was covered in blood, and he looked to be in very poor condition.

He is Jinra.

Compared to his previous clean and tidy appearance, he can hardly be considered "safe" now. After all, his clothes are more tattered and his body is somewhat frail due to the beatings.

He didn't bother to heal his injuries, nor did he even consider leaving the city properly. After all, only his own death would be the best explanation for what he was about to do.

So, he relied solely on his willpower to move from walking to crawling, and finally to moving, and finally arrived in this area.

Then, he ran out of energy.

As for the things he was carrying?
It's all long gone. The staff was snatched away by people on the street, the alms bowl was lost in a collision, the beaded string was forcibly taken away, the wooden fish has long since disappeared, and even the shoes were taken by a child after being trampled by a crowd.

If he hadn't crawled on this muddy, dirty, and rotten ground, his clothes would have been blackened beyond recognition, and he probably wouldn't have even kept them.

But now, this is also his physical limit.

Jinro lay on the ground, a smile still playing on his lips. Just as he had guessed, the people at the bottom of this city had retained no kindness whatsoever; they plundered, tore apart, and killed…

To survive, one must take action against everyone around them; this is the survival rule for the people here.

Regardless of good or evil, as if driven by a survival instinct, they will devour all life that enters this area, like scavengers, completely consuming everything without leaving a trace.

Therefore, there will definitely be no good intentions here, only the devouring of things unrelated to evil!

"Good, after dying here, I can be free! The ritual of deliverance should begin!" Zhenlu thought to himself, seemingly already planning his next move.

However, there are always people who surprise him; even in a cesspool, a butterfly can fall in!
"Daddy, why did we come here?" a child's voice rang out.

“Because there is someone here who is still alive…” a somewhat weary voice rang out, “Can you hear me? I’ve left you some food, right here in your chest. Eat it, pray to Shiva, and you will get better!”

"Eat quickly, then get some sleep, and you'll be fully recovered by tomorrow!"

Upon hearing these words, or rather, upon feeling this kindness that was a "breath of fresh air" in the slums, Jinra suddenly opened his eyes!
But by then, the other person had already taken the child's hand and left.

All he could hear was the conversation between the father and son:
"Dad, you shared your food with him, aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, son. I've already eaten. You eat quickly, then take a shower. Tomorrow we'll go to the city to buy things!"

"okay!"

The two dark, thin figures disappeared into the distance, but left an indelible impression on Jinro's heart!
He could certainly sense that the man wasn't hungry, but rather kind. This frail "Dalit" man had kindly chosen to exchange his own food for Jinra's life.

Jinro had no choice but to slowly get up, take the crude "cake" in his mouth, and nibble on it bit by bit.

During this time, he was often hurt by the stones and sand inside, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stared at the two fathers and sons in the distance with a solemn expression.

This was bad news for Shinra, because there was actually kindness in this city! There were actually people who chose to use their own food to save his life!
In the Buddhist context, this is what is called a "virtuous person".

In other words, his third attempt at suffering failed!

"Heh!" Zhenluo suddenly laughed. "That's good. If I convert them all, no one will be there to promote me. But now, this is an opportunity!"

With the energy from the pancake, he managed to stand up, leaned against a wooden pillar, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since that's the case, let's keep going..."

(End of this chapter)