Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Putting down his work in the church, Aja returned to his local home. He had already established a family there and married a woman from a mountain village. He could not be said to be rich, but at least he had no worries about food and clothing.

The standard of food and clothing can be very high or very low, delicacies from mountains and seas and rich clothes, simple food and poor clothes.

Aja's life is undoubtedly in favor of the latter. Apart from being a little famous among the local believers, his personal property is not abundant.

A masonry and adobe house, a small courtyard, and a family of five, this is the whole of Aja's life, and it is also everything he has worked hard for the rest of his life and this life.

"came back?"

The wife is making porridge, and the three daughters are doing their homework on the small table in the courtyard. Except for the youngest daughter who is still in elementary school, the other two are middle school students, and the eldest daughter will start college next year.

"Dad, how to do this question."

"Let me take a look..." Aja put on his glasses. He is not only a priest, but also a group of people with the highest level of education in small towns. Although it would be difficult for him to be a teacher in a regular school, Meghalaya Bang's education level is backward, and his knowledge is enough.

"It's a very simple math problem. Please tell me the solution you think of first."

Thinking of her daughter going to school in the wet and poisonous hinterland to the west, Aja's heart couldn't help but tugged. That's where he came from.

Even if the cities in the hinterland are not comparable to the cities of mainstream countries in the world, they are colorful metropolises compared to the backward world of Meghalaya.

But it also hides a nauseating darkness. Caste discrimination, which is not serious in Meghalaya, will attack like a tiger in the hinterland, let alone heretics, who are more Dalits than Dalits. , even the relatively more enlightened university groups who have received modern education cannot escape the subtle influence.

Tutoring three daughters to complete their homework successively, Aja sat in the courtyard watching the stars in the sky chasing the moon, just like ordinary people tirelessly pursuing the truth.

He made up his mind and decided to take a look at the place Muck said tomorrow.

Just to 'listen' and not participate in it, Aja persuaded himself like this.

Salman is a small businessman in the town, but he is not of the Vaishya caste. Like the vast majority of people in Meghalaya, they are untouchables.

Salman's house was very lively tonight, with more than 10 or 20 people in different clothes sitting in the living room.

Meghalaya is the only land that is worthless. Salman’s living room was made big enough when it was built, but it was obviously not enough financially. The living room seemed very empty, and there were not many things to fill it. .

Aja arrived at the appointed place half an hour ahead of time. He watched the people gathered in the town with his eyelids twitching slightly. Some of them were people he knew well, and some of them were people he had only heard about or seen before, but they were all of them. A decent character with a head and a face.

Being able to gather decent people together, Muck's influence on the town has reached this level without knowing it. Moreover, Muck is elusive, appearing from time to time, and disappearing from time to time. He must be active in more than one place.

As the owner of the house, Salman greeted everyone at the gate. He has a brick kiln factory in the local area and lives affluently.

"Father Aja."

"Hello."

After greeting Salman, Aja found a place in the courtyard and sat down.

He saw his colleagues in another church, and the two smiled awkwardly after looking at each other. They seemed to be good partners who believed in the Holy Lord.

Based on Aja’s knowledge, he also saw a police captain in the local police station. The clerks in the government are all local Meghalayas. People transferred from the hinterland.

It is impossible to judge whether it is a business elite, but it must be a noble person of a high caste. For example, the head of the town government this time is a foreign Brahmin.

Of course, whether Brahmins or Kshatriyas, these cannot be written into official documents. Everyone is equal in the legal sense, and there is no difference because of the blood of birth.

Looking at the people gathered here, Aja quickly discovered something in common, they were all of low caste, and they all suffered from the pain caused by low caste.

But even people from government agencies can come here, Aja is still surprised. After all, no matter what the caste is, as long as the buttocks sit in the government seat, the views on many things will naturally change.

He always thought that Mu Ke was some shameless anti-government element, so it seemed that he was worrying too much.

As long as he is not engaged in any illegal act, Aja's heart has fallen to the ground, and it is not difficult for him to inject some tributary streams into the surging river, but it is absolutely impossible to stand up and stand in front of the surging sea waves up.

Salman's wife and daughter brought out meals from the kitchen, all of which were sumptuous dishes, but the crowd didn't have the appetite to eat, and their eyes were all on Muke.

Mook hadn't spoken since the beginning of the party, as if he hadn't organized it this time.

He quickly settled the food, drank up the water in the water glass, and then walked in front of the crowd. Aja didn't know who Mu Ke was before, and he walked in front of the crowd without stage fright, looking around. The eyes are full of light.

"I'm very happy to see everyone present. No matter whether you think I'm a lunatic or a madman, I believe that everyone must have some desire to change."

Muck set the tone as soon as he opened his mouth, and his authentic central wet poisonous English seemed to carry a majestic force invisibly.

"I am not a revolutionary who destroys everything with violence as some people imagine. I, like everyone here, pursue peaceful reform and use our words and actions to urge the reform of this unfair system."

"This is not only my pursuit, but also the revelation given to me by the real gods who sleep deep in this land."

No one was interested in Mook's words. Anyone can say such big things, and those politicians who talk about city streets for votes are better than anyone.

Only the word gods can make people yearn for it. Seeing supernatural beings appearing one after another all over the world, Shi Duren, who has always believed that there are gods all over the sky, has no doubts that supernatural will appear in his own country. The only difference is when it will appear sooner or later.

"I know and fully understand the thoughts in your hearts, so I am here tonight to show you a real miracle and let the gods guide us."

After Muck finished speaking, he raised his arms, and everyone in the field stared.

Even the most unbelieving people can't help but hope for a miracle.

Who in this world would not like to see a miracle happen.