The woman in a long robe had a red mark on her forehead. Many women were slightly fat. They worked hard in the fields. When they were passing by a mine, they could even see women wielding a sledgehammer to mine. When they arrived in the village, they saw a man who was idle and idle.

"Fuck, do Indian men eat shit?" Osama couldn't help but say. Looking at the situation here, they had the urge to beat those men.

This is the Indian characteristic. Mhamad thought in his heart that the women here are a burden since birth. When they get married, they have to give men a large gift. After getting married, they still have to work and work. They are just men's slaves.

This is a characteristic of the Indian countryside. Some men even kill their wives and then marry another one, and there will be no legal punishment. At the same time, India is a high-incidence area where strong cases occur. Men here always look at women with that unique look.

After flying to New Delhi, they rented ten trucks and headed south towards Kerala. Nepal's passport made it very easy for them to accomplish this.

However, sitting in the car and looking at the strange scene in India, Osama finally got angry. Are the men here still considered men?

"Yes, they just eat shit," Mhamad said.

Mhamad's words made Osama suddenly burst into laughter again.

From afar, you can already see some palaces and temples, the Padmanabaswami Temple in Kerala, and it is finally in front of you.

The convoy parked outside in the forest, and Mhamad took Osama and walked towards it on foot.

He was covered in dust and wore Nepalese robes, Mhamad and Osama. He looked like a devout Buddhist believers came to worship.

"The women here are a bit pretty." Seeing the girl in front of the temple, Osama couldn't help but murmur: "It's a hundred times better than the old wives in the villages."

"These are the saints of India," said Mhamad.

Saints sound very noble, but in fact, these people are the most pitiful women. In India, many girls from the trapped families are forced to sell themselves to temples after they enter puberty and become sex slaves to senior monks and elders, so they are called "saints". Due to the messy sexual life, these people are a high-incidence group of AIDS. When they are young, they can still survive by their faces, but after they are old and deteriorated, they can only live alone.

When needed, you must devote yourself to the temple. When you don’t need it, you will return to the poor family and get a meager income, which is actually very similar to prostitutes.

The towering roof is engraved with exquisite reliefs. This is the temple of India, Padmanabaswami Temple, where the god of protection is enshrined in Vishnu.

"Hello, two guests from Nepal." At the entrance of the temple, looking at the dress of Mhamad and Osama. The monks guarding the door knew that they were pilgrims from Nepal.

The two of them were dusty, and their clothes were covered in dust.

"We came here with devout faith, hoping to come to the temple to worship Vishnubu and pay some incense money at the same time." Mhamad said. He took out a stack of dollars, which was a hundred.

Looking at these dollars, the monk at the door suddenly opened his eyes wide. This is really a rich man!

"Donor, please come in there." The monk said, "The Buddha is in the main hall."

The incense here is very popular. Many Indians also come to worship. Almost all of these Indians are naked and covered with a piece of white cloth under them.

After the worship in front of the statue, Mhamad heard the monk next to him say, "In order to thank the two for their respect for the gods, the elder sent two saints to thank you, please follow me."

The saint, in addition to the monks in the temple, were all rich people who offered a lot of incense money. After the monk reported the matter of Mhamad, the elder immediately called two saints.

"Thank you," said Mhamad.

Osama kept denying in his heart that these saints, Osama would definitely not want to touch them.

However, Osama followed Mhamad firmly, and Osama went wherever Mhamad went.

In the room on one side, the monk stopped and said, "The saint is inside, please come in."

Mhamad opened the door and opened a window in front of him. The sunlight was passing through the window and shone into the room. There were futons on the ground, and two saints were sitting there.

It seems that he is only about sixteen or seventeen years old, he has not gained weight, has a little dark skin, and his big eyes are looking at the two people coming in at the door.

"The great gods let us condolences to the two Nepal pilgrims." said one woman: "Both are devout believers."

The woman wears very little, and the two flesh balls on her front breasts are trembling slightly as she speaks.

After closing the door, Osama automatically turned his head aside. He would rather fight on the battlefield with an AKM rifle than face such a woman.

"Please sit down, we may be able to talk first." Mhamad said to the two saints.

Vesari and Ashmita, two saints serving the temple, suddenly showed a hint of surprise on their faces. They served the temple specifically. I don’t know how many times such receptions have been conducted. When those men saw them, they couldn’t wait to strip their clothes. Now, the two men who came in are different at all.

Their eyes were clear and there was no such thing as the two of them. They suddenly felt relieved. Although they became saints and were destined to sacrifice themselves, there was no difference between entertaining pilgrims like this and calling girls.

"I'm just a little bit, please accept it." Mhamad said, taking out two bottles of perfume like magic.

No woman doesn’t love beauty, the two girls in front of her must also like it.

"Sister, it's perfume!" said Ashmita.

"Well, it smells so good." Weishali also said.

Seeing the two girls accepting the gifts, Mhamad continued, "I come here to admire the gods here the most. I wonder if there are other gods in the side temple here?"

"There are only the Great Buddha Vishnu here," said Vesari.

"I really want to come here and look around," said Mhamad. "The relief on this wall is really good."

Mhamad saw that the wall was still carved. When this temple was built, it must have cost a lot of labor.

When the two girls were surprised when they heard Mhamad say it.

Mhamad said as he approached the wall and saw that these reliefs were the most primitive image of the piston movement. How could this be the case with grandma?

Mhamad coughed, “Can I go around and look?”

"Of course, we are willing to be your tour guide if you want." said the two saints.

"So, thank you." Mhamad said.

"This hall has six floors in total. Except for the elder's room that cannot be accessed, we can see everywhere." Weishali said.

"Lead the way if you have the opportunity," Mhamad said.

Along the way, the believers saw two saints coming and kowtowed. The saint simply nodded, even if they had passed.

The saints are respected in the hearts of the poor because they serve monks, and monks are representatives sent by God.

After wandering around for several hours in the upper floors, I finally arrived at the lower floor.

"What is there?" Mhamad asked, pointing to a location, a mottled gate separating it.

"The secret room that has been closed for more than a hundred years." Ashmita said: "It is said that outsiders have treasures in it, but in fact, there is nothing."

When he heard Ashmita's words, Vesari was shocked. He could not say this casually! When they first came here, the two of them had been there, but unfortunately they didn't find anything.

Of course, nothing was left. When the later generations were excavated, there was nothing in the secret room. Later, a few large stones were pushed open, and there was a secret passage inside. After walking along the secret passage, Indians discovered a mountain of treasures.

These secret rooms are the important places of the temple, and it is strictly forbidden to enter without authorization. If two saints enter, it is already a taboo in the temple.

"We are here to worship Buddha," said Mhamad. "We are very happy today. Thank you for the two messengers of the gods for taking us to visit. It's time for us to say goodbye."

Vesari and Ashmita finally felt relieved. The two visitors did not need their best services, but also received perfume. The two girls from poor families wanted to get this kind of thing.

Seeing the two pilgrims leave, the two girls looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Although they were forced to contribute to the temple, they were still in their best years. They were girls who love beauty.

Back to the place where the convoy was staying, the surroundings were very secluded, and there was no Indian in the forest.

"There are sixty-three monks in the temple." Osama said: "The elders should have one or two, mainly distributed on the first floor. If we want to do it, we can kill them all within three minutes."

Mhamad donated money for incense and received the service of the saint. All of this was planned to be able to wander around the temple.

Osama followed Mhamad and kept paying attention to the situation around him. The sharp eyes he had cultivated from the battlefield allowed him to grasp the situation around him.

"The treasure should be in the basement. We can use explosives to blow up the basement door." Osama continued.

"No, we can't make too much noise." Mhamad said: "If we kill those people in the temple, there will definitely be a large group of Indians chasing us with knives."

"What should we do?" Osama said.
Chapter completed!