genius divination

Chapter 421 No Choice
"Okay, we have told you everything we know. I think this should be considered sincere enough." Singer got up and helped the high priest of the secret religion.

The high priest said slowly, "This is not enough, I can do more. Singer, accompany me to the next ghat."

Singer was shocked, and looked at the high priest of the secret sect in surprise.

The high priest smiled slightly, "What should come will always come. Instead of struggling in the world, it is better to face our afterlife calmly. Karma is an impersonal and metaphysical law. Humans have no ability to change this law, and karma is not punishment. Or rewards are just the laws of nature. We have always done something that we must be responsible for, and it is impossible to recover in this life, only the flame of the altar can incinerate all karma."

Singer trembled, "But, High Priest..."

The high priest waved his hand slightly, "I've made arrangements, someone will take over the position of the high priest. It's time to take responsibility for our past mistakes. I am the high priest, and I have an unshirkable responsibility. Would you like to give me a ride? ?”

Singer hung his head, tears had filled his eyes.He tried his best to support the high priest, and they walked to the distance together.

Long Boldly frowned and said, "What are they mumbling about?"

Fan Jiannan looked into the distance and said, "The next river altar is the largest cremation altar in Varanasi, let's go and have a look."

The high priest and Singer had turned into a small alley, and they didn't greet Fan Jiannan and others.Fan Jiannan and Jia Zixun quickly followed.Feng Yuan and Long boldly supported the injured Alpha, and followed behind them.

Fan Jiannan had never seen the scene in these narrow alleys. It was crowded, dirty, and narrow. She walked out of something like a closet next to her, which was covered with dirty bedding, which was her home.Corrupt garbage everywhere.

Singer helped the high priest to turn left and right, walking faster and faster. Fan Jiannan and Cui Miao trotted after him in this maze-like alley. Had to stop and stand against the wall.

Fan Jiannan seems to have foreseen something, and has been following.They turned a corner and saw another river altar in the distance.There is a stone platform above the river by the river, and the platform has been blackened.The cremator had built a bed out of firewood, covered with orange flowers.

The crematorium here operates 24 hours a day and night, and the fireworks never go out. It is said that hundreds of corpses are burned every day.During the rainy season, a canopy to keep out the rain is put up on the fire, and it operates as usual.The production efficiency of this assembly line that sends people to heaven does not change due to the weather.It only depends on the speed of birth, old age, sickness and death in the world.

But today, they are only open for one person.

When the cremator saw the high priest of the secret sect and Singer, he immediately lowered his head in humility, not daring to make any eye contact with these two noble Brahmins.The high priest walked slowly to the firewood bed covered with flowers and sat down cross-legged.He seemed a little tired, but his eyes were still bright as water.

Those mystics came from all directions, knelt under the stage and chanted sutras loudly.There is no sorrow on their faces, only piety.

Seeing all this, Fan Jiannan understood that his guess was not wrong.The high priest of the mystic sect prepared to set himself on fire to escape.Because he knew that as long as he didn't die, Fan Jianqiang would never let it go, and his pursuit of the mystics would never end.On the other hand, Indians believe in the cycle of cause and effect, and even the most hard-hearted people will feel a little guilty about the evil consequences that caused tens of thousands of deaths and injuries that year.He is ready to die to escape.

Jia Zixun murmured, "He's going to set himself on fire..."

"Self-immolation?" Long Boldly shuddered, "Cremation alive? What are these Indian assholes thinking!" After he finished speaking, he was about to go up, but Jia Zixun grabbed him firmly.

"You can't go, and no one can stop it. This is a very noble and serious thing in their eyes. If you plan to stop it, you will prevent his soul from reincarnating. This is the greatest disrespect." Jia Zixun said seriously.

"I don't care! Could you be indifferent to seeing someone die in front of you?" Long Boldly said in a daze.

Su Xuanshui said coldly, "You can't do it, and you can't do it. First, these mystics won't let you interfere; second, this old man knows in his heart that if he doesn't die, Fan Jianqiang will never let it go. He wanted to use his death to save his disciples and grandchildren. If you saved him, it would be meaningless. In addition, don’t forget that there are tens of thousands of lives owed by him. If he doesn’t die, it’s true. It's unreasonable."

"Jiannan, what do you say?" Long Boldly turned his head and asked Fan Jiannan.

"I don't know what to say. I thought this person was abominable, but now it seems that he is just a helpless old man. Let him decide his own life and death. Even if we question it, we can't influence him. Decided." Fan Jiannan said slowly.

The people of the secret sect began to pour all kinds of spices prepared in advance on it, and there was also a paste squeezed out of a plastic bag.Put another layer of firewood on it, and it will be ready.The high priest began to chant sutras loudly, and the mystics in the audience also began to chant along with his voice.Fan Jiannan couldn't understand what they were reading, so he asked Jiazixun.

Jia Zixun said slowly, "It's the Hindu classic "Vedas", which tells about the cycle of life and death. It should be regarded as a kind of blessing."

Soon a young man wrapped in a white gauze robe, with his bare feet stepping on the plaster all over the ground, was led to the firewood stand.His head was clean-shaven, with only a small lock at the back.Holding a bunch of lit thatch in his hand, he walked around the woodpile three times under the guidance of the adults, with a dazed expression.Tears welled up in his eyes and he sobbed sadly as he lit the woodpile.

The high priest of the secret sect sat upright on the firewood bed, smiling and letting the flames spread, engulfing his entire body.A few minutes later, the flames had shot up into the sky, but the high priest in the fire could still be seen struggling to maintain a cross-legged sitting posture until it was completely charred.

Feng Yuan turned his face away and couldn't bear to look any longer, Fan Jiannan also turned his head, he suddenly had an urge to vomit.

In a tea shop on the other side of the Ganges, an oriental man in a blanket was sitting in front of the door, his eyes were blurred, and he was looking at the vast Ganges and the large cremation platform opposite.It was Fan Qiangqiang. He looked older than before, with a tired face, unshaven beard, and a blanket draped over his body.

Beside him was a strangely thin Indian old man, who was the same Kumara that Fan Jiannan and others had seen that day.He said slowly, "This should be the best ending. Did he give up his life and bear the responsibility for the crimes of the year, while you gave up your persistent revenge."

Fan Jianqiang took a sip of the milk tea he held in his hand slowly, "You are wrong about one thing. What I did has nothing to do with revenge. It's just for peace of mind. But even if he died, the matter is still not over. "

"Are you still insisting on attacking those mystics? It's meaningless." Kumara frowned.

"The matter of the secret religion will naturally be over. Once that person dies, we will be cleared of all grievances. But the matter of the Witchcraft Union has not been resolved." Fan Jianqiang said slowly.

"Why do you meddle in the affairs of the Witchcraft Union? With your personality, you don't care about these things." Kumara frowned.

"Yes, I won't pay attention to it. Until I find out that this matter will be related to my son." Fan Jianqiang looked at the other side of the river and said slowly, "I want to be like you and ignore too many disputes in the world. But A lot of things, I have no choice."

(End of this chapter)