Chapter 1346 Les Miserables, Pilgrims

Mumbai, located in Maharashtra, India, is the capital of the state and the largest and most prosperous WwW..lā in the whole of India. In this city that makes Indians proud, a huge temple is silently Tens of thousands of rallies have gathered in Wuxi.

India is a country where religions prevail. Religious gatherings of such a large scale were not unheard of in the past. Every festival, Mumbai will have a similar rally. But every rally in the past has been different from this one.

Quiet, quiet. Even with tens of thousands of people gathered, it is still quiet and uncomfortable. No one said anything, and no one deliberately made noise. Everyone present was silent and praying. Even if he raised his head occasionally, it was just looking at one place. Such a situation is really strange.

And the strangest thing is the people here. Indian society is jokingly said that one percent of the nobility manages ninety-nine percent of the common people, and ten percent of the elite occupies ninety percent of the resources. Generally speaking, the most pious people belong to the ninety-nine percent of the lower classes. Because only they will believe in the protection of the gods, this set of the afterlife and this life. Of course, this does not mean that there are no high-level people who believe in gods. It's just that their beliefs are limited after all. Most of the high-level officials in India have received higher education. When faced with technology and gods, most people still choose the former.

But according to such a law, those gathered here like now. It should also be those lower-class people with ragged clothes and yellow and emaciated faces. But in fact, the situation does not seem to be like this.

They are all well-dressed and full of energy. Although some people have dark complexion and rough facial features. But the high-spirited attitude and vigor revealed from the bones are simply not what the lower-level civilians in this country can have.

Just seeing this, some people may think. These people are the upper class, the nobles of those high castes. In fact, this is not the case, they are not some high-caste guys, nor are they high-society people. Although there are indeed a few of them who belong to the upper class. But the vast majority of people are still the poor general public, or those poor elements who have been exploited and oppressed.

It is very difficult for the lower class people in India to have a chance to stand up. In the past, most of the Indians we saw belonged to middle-class families or directly belonged to the high caste clan in India. These people have received capital education, speak fluent English, and have a superior living environment that is simply unmatched by ordinary Indians. And looking at the lives of these people, it is actually hard for you to imagine how ordinary Indians live.

Living in a shack of a few square meters is the norm. Even under normal circumstances, six or seven people live in such a space. Most ordinary Indians do not have a stable job at all. Many people are doing jobs like picking up junk, or selling pirated books. This kind of life of earning money every day is unimaginable for people in many other countries, but for Indians, this is the most normal life. Sometimes, they can't even imagine what it's like to have a regular job.

Maybe there will be someone, how is this possible. I think these words are exaggerated. Because this is modern society after all. Even if nothing else, the common sense that knowledge changes destiny is enough to carry through people's hearts. As long as you are a little self-motivated, you are willing to put in some effort to learn something. More or less, you can find a job for yourself. Even if Indians are used to being lazy, there will always be some special cases on the basis of one billion people.

But unfortunately,

Such special cases are absolutely rare beyond your imagination. Because the education of Indians is not for these low-caste civilians. No, civilians cannot go to school. But even if ordinary people go to school, it is difficult to learn things.

I am afraid it is hard for you to imagine what it would be like for an independent big country, but all the textbooks use the language of other countries. This seems impossible to happen, but in fact, this is the current status of Indian society.

India is a country with many ethnic groups and complex languages. Its common languages ​​are Hindi and English. In addition, there are 1,652 languages ​​and dialects. Among them, eighteen languages ​​are designated as the official languages ​​of the Federation. From the perspective of the independence and nationality of a country's culture, if it is used for education, it should be based on the official national language of the country, supplemented by the world's common language English. But the Indian education sector is not doing this. Their approach is to fully use English as the unified language of all official textbooks starting from basic education.

Just imagine, a group of low-level civilians who speak a minority language enter the school without being able to communicate effectively, and then watch a teacher they don't know at all explain words they can't understand in a language they don't know at all, Do you think studying will be useful?

The strong are always strong, and the weak are always weak. This is the fixed posture of Indian society. It is almost impossible for people of low castes to fly on the branches and become phoenixes, and the power of the country will not be deflected towards them. Only in this way can they be exploited by those upper class all the time. And it is precisely because of this that almost all the lower-level civilians in India are at a loss and desperate about their lives.

In the past, those low-level Indians who had no hope for life and the future had empty eyes and numb expressions. They will almost never have the expressions of these people at the rally today. With that expression, it feels like they have been reborn, as if they have been completely reborn. It's amazing.

And the reason why such a miraculous change occurred was entirely because of the man who had just walked out from the depths of the temple.

Steve is still the same Steve, but in a different way. The tall body is covered with linen robes like monks. Some of the long hair was tied behind his head with a rope, and with a thick beard, he looked very vicissitudes. Of course, if you look into his bright and deep eyes, you will forget your previous opinions. Because at this time, all you see are firm will and wise thoughts.

With a golden sword in his arms, he walked up to the high platform in front of everyone with a smile on his face, and then spoke gently to the followers whose eyes had become fanatical and devout.

"Good evening, my dear brothers and sisters. It's great to see you better again. It proves that our efforts were not in vain."

He called these believers who looked at him with devout eyes brothers and sisters, but these believers could not see him by the title he called. The moment Steve appeared, they knelt down to the ground in unison, touching the ground with their foreheads and the soil with their lips. Let the palms and soles of the feet be completely upward, and worshiped with extreme concentration and piety.

While prostrating, they were still chanting like this.

"Praise you, my great elder. Bless you, my loving father. May the glory of the ancient sages always shine on you, and may your wisdom always shine on our way forward."

It's not the pretentiously advanced Sanskrit or Hebrew, but the most common language that everyone knows. Because there are so many languages ​​in India, many people's words actually sound different when they come out. But in this situation where tens of thousands of people pronounce it together, such a eulogy is still deafening and stirring enough.

It is not language that can shake people's hearts, but the inner power represented by the language. It was strength that Steve could hear, so a huge smile appeared on his face immediately.

Putting his palms together, like a pious Buddhist, Steve bowed deeply to the believers in front of him, and then he smiled and didn't even dare to move in front of these respectful believers. humanity.

"Thank you for your trust, my brothers and sisters. Although we haven't been together for a long time, it's really exciting to see the trust and relationship we have with each other."

"Holy One!" Someone yelled loudly, and then there was a dense crowd of worshipers. Such a situation made Steve show a helpless wry smile, then propped up his hand, and said to the believers in front of him.

"Okay, folks. Don't waste our precious time on this red tape. Let's continue our previous communication. In the meantime, I want to ask. Doody, is your son well?" ? Will our medicine work for him?"

"Thank you, Holy One. My son's condition has been cured by your envoy. When he is completely cured, I will definitely hug him and come over to thank you."

A tearful middle-aged man kowtowed vigorously to Steve when he heard Steve call his name. He exerted so much force that his head was directly smashed. But he didn't care about this, but still replied with a loud voice.

"It's okay, it's just a matter. He's a child. For the child, each of us should do our best to do something, shouldn't we?" After waving his hand, Steve looked at another place. "Harla, have you paid off your family's debts?"

"It has been fully repaid, and my wife and children have been redeemed. Thank you for your kindness, and thank you for giving me a second chance to live. Holy One, I will always remember your kindness!"

It was also a man's reply, and the voice was full of the feeling of enlightenment and the shame of repentance. In this regard, Steve only comforted him.

"People always make mistakes. The key is whether you can correct your own mistakes. It is your luck to have a chance to save everything, Harla. I hope you don't make the same mistakes again!"

"I swear, with all I have, holy one!"

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