Dominate South Asia

Women in long robes with red marks on their foreheads, many of whom are slightly fat, are working hard in the fields. When passing a mine just now, you can even see women using sledgehammers to mine. And when you get to the village, you see men doing nothing.

"Damn it, are Indian men ****?" Osama couldn't help but said. Looking at the situation here, they had the urge to beat up those men.

This is the characteristic of India, Mhammad thought in his heart. Women here have been a burden since they were born. When they get married, they have to give a large amount of gift to their men. After they get married, they still have to work. Son, they are just slaves of men.

This is a characteristic of rural India. Some men will even kill their wives and then marry another one without any legal punishment. At the same time, India is an area with a high incidence of sexual assault cases. Men here always have that unique look in their eyes when they look at women.

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

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

"Yes, they are ****." Muhammad said.

Muhammad's words made Osama suddenly grin again.

From a distance, some palaces and temples can be seen. The Padmanabhaswamy Temple in Kerala is finally in sight.

The convoy stopped in the forest outside, and Muhammad took Osama and walked there on foot.

Covered with dust and wearing Nepalese robes, Muhammad and Osama looked like devout Buddhists going to worship.

"The women here are quite pretty." Seeing the girl in front of the temple, Osama couldn't help but whispered: "They are a hundred times better than the old women in the village."

"These are the saints of India." Muhammad said.

Saints sound noble, but in fact, these people are the most pitiful women. In India, many girls from poor families are forced to sell themselves to temples after entering puberty and become sex slaves of senior monks and elders, so they are called "saints." Due to their promiscuous sex life, these people are a high-risk group for AIDS. When they are young, they can still survive by relying on their faces, but when they are old and ugly, they can only live alone.

When they are needed, they must devote themselves to the temple. When they are not needed, they will return to their poor families and get a meager income, which is actually very similar to prostitutes.

The towering roof is full of exquisite reliefs. This is the Indian temple, Padmanabhaswamy Temple, which enshrines the god of protection Vishnu.

"Hello, two guests from Nepal." At the entrance of the temple, the monk guarding the door knew that they were pilgrims from Nepal by looking at the way Muhammad and Osama were dressed.

The two were exhausted, and their clothes were covered with dust.

"We came here with a pious belief, hoping to worship Vishnu Buddha in the temple and pay tribute to him." Muhammad said, taking out a stack of US dollars, more than a hundred of them.

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

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

The incense here is very strong, and many Indians also come to worship. These Indians are almost all naked from the waist up, with a piece of white cloth wrapped underneath.

After worshipping in front of the statue, Muhammad heard the monk next to him say: "In order to thank you for your respect for the gods, the elders sent two saints to thank you. Please follow me."

The saints, in addition to being enjoyed by monks in the temple, can also be enjoyed by the rich who have offered a lot of incense money. After the monk reported Muhammad's matter to the elders, the elders immediately called the two saints.

"Thank you." Muhammad said.

Osama kept denying in his heart that Osama would never touch these saints.

However, Osama resolutely followed Muhammad. Wherever Muhammad went, Osama went.

In a room on the side, the monk stopped and said: "The saints are inside. Please go in."

Muhammad pushed open the door. There was a window in front. The sun was shining through the window into the room. There was a cushion on the ground, and two saints were sitting there.

They looked about 16 or 17 years old, not fat, with dark skin and big eyes, looking at the two people coming in.

"The great gods asked us to come and comfort the two Nepalese pilgrims." A woman said, "Both of you are devout believers."

The woman was wearing very little, and the two lumps of flesh on her chest trembled slightly as she spoke.

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

"Please sit down, maybe we can talk first." Muhammad said to the two saints.

Veshali and Ashmita, the two saints serving the temple, suddenly showed a hint of surprise on their faces. They were dedicated to serving the temple. Such receptions had been conducted countless times. When those men saw them, they couldn't wait to strip them naked. But now, the two men who came in were completely different.

Their eyes were clear and there was no such desire, and the two of them immediately felt a sense of relief. Although they became saints and were destined to devote themselves to it, entertaining pilgrims in this way was no different from call girls.

"It's just a small thing, please accept it." Hamad said, and like magic, he took out two bottles of perfume.

There is no woman who doesn’t love beauty, and the two girls in front of me must also like her.

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

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

Watching the two girls accept the gifts, Hamad continued: "I come here because I admire the gods here the most. I wonder if there are other gods served in the side hall here?"

"Only Lord Vishnu is worshiped here," Vesali said.

"I really want to look around here." Hamad said: "The reliefs on the walls are really good."

Mhammad saw carvings on the walls. It must have taken a lot of labor to build this temple.

The two girls were surprised when they heard what Mhamad said.

As Mhammad said, he walked closer to the wall and saw that these reliefs were exactly the most primitive images of piston motion. Grandma, why is it like this?

Hamad coughed: "Can I go look around?"

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

"That's it, thank you very much," said Mhammad.

"This hall has a total of six floors. Except for the elder's room, which we cannot go to, we can see everywhere." Veshali said.

"You can lead the way," said Mhammad.

Along the way, the believers saw the two saints approaching and knelt down to kowtow. The saints simply nodded and considered it was over.

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

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

"What's there?" Mhamad asked, pointing to a location separated by a mottled gate.

"The secret room has been sealed for more than a hundred years." Ashmita said: "Outsiders say there is treasure inside, but in fact, there is nothing."

Hearing Ashmita's words, Veshali was suddenly shocked. These words should not be said casually! When they first came here, the two of them had been there before, but unfortunately they found nothing.

Of course, there is nothing left. When later generations excavated, there was nothing in the secret room. Later, several large rocks were pushed away, and there was a secret passage inside. After walking down the secret passage, Indians discovered mountains of treasures.

These secret rooms are important areas of the temple, and unauthorized entry is strictly prohibited. If the two saints entered, they would have violated the temple's taboos.

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

Veshali and Ashmita finally felt relieved. The two visitors did not need their physical services, and they also received perfume. This was what the two girls from poor families wanted most.

Watching 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 loved beauty.

When we returned to the place where the convoy stopped, the surroundings were very secluded. There was not a single Indian in sight in the forest.

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

Muhamad donated money for incense and obtained the services of the saint. All of this was planned, just so that he could wander around the temple.

Osama followed Mhammad, always paying attention to the situation around him. The sharp eyes trained on the battlefield allowed him to grasp the situation around him.

"The treasure should be in the basement. We can use explosives to blow open 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."

"Then what should we do?" Osama said.

"It's very simple, use our treasure." Mhamad said, taking out a box from the car.