Chapter 242 Let me tell you a story. This is the reward for believers! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"Utama! My believer!"

"I am coming!"

Indra chuckled.

Hearing this, Utama walked forward in surprise, tapped his blind stick lightly, followed the direction of the sound, came in front of Indra, put his hands together, and looked left and right to find Indra's location.

Haha!

Indra smiled.

He stretched out his hand, and his palm was like a white canopy, shining brightly, and it fell on Utama's head.

At this moment, Youtama couldn't help but show joy on his face.

"My Lord!"

"I didn't expect you to come. I'm so glad."

"This is the temple I built for you, and this is the stone statue I carved for you!"

Yudama quickly made room and pointed at the statue and spoke.

Indra gazed at the three stone statues.

He naturally felt the lifelikeness of the stone statue.

Shezhi also blinked and looked at the stone statue in amazement, and then looked at Youtama in surprise.

"A blind man could actually carve such a beautiful statue!"

"My Lord!"

“Is this your gift?”

Shezhi smiled and looked at Indra intently.

Indra smiled.

"I just let Yutama see my appearance. How to carve it specifically is Yutama's own business."

Indra said.

A blind man without any power!

Even though I could sense his appearance, carving it exactly and making it look lifelike was still an extremely difficult challenge.

Fortunately, Utama succeeded!
Utama clasped his hands together.

“Lord, do not be humble.”

"Since I place my devotion in you, then everything I do is your favor. The completion of this statue is naturally your approval!"

Utama smiled.

He was really happy to be able to carve these statues.

Indra's eyes were fixed.

The dedication of believers pleases the gods, and the gods should bless them!

He blinked, smiled, and a feeling of joy surged into his heart.

"I already feel your piety!"

"I can fulfill your wish!"

Indra smiled and spoke again.

That night, when they first met, he said this to Eutama, but Eutama did not accept it.

Now he said the same thing again!

Yutama tilted his head slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he clasped his hands together, his white eyes blind, and spoke with a smile.

“O Lord!”

"O generous Lord of Heaven!"

"Your fame spreads far and wide, and your lira follows the dharma. Please tell me about your deeds! Tell me the story of how you defeated the golden eyes, the golden cushion, and the horse-headed demon king!"

"Let me sing your story!"

Yutama shook his head slightly and spoke.

The stories he knew and told were all ancient stories passed down orally from the human world.

It’s like a bedtime fairy tale, almost everyone has heard it!
So he wanted to know the story of the Lord over the years.

Indra smiled.

It's very simple!
"Since you want to know, let me tell you slowly!"

“The following is the story of Andhaka!”

Indra sat cross-legged on the meditation mat.

This Zen mat is flat and cool, with cattail and felt woven together, making it very comfortable.

Shezhi and Youdama also took their seats.

"You may not be clear about the specific meaning of the name Andhaka, so to put it simply, it means 'black blind man'. He was born blind and was born in darkness." Indra opened his mouth slowly and told the story of Andhaka.

Shezhi's eyes flickered.

Her eyes were fixed on Indra's face without blinking, with a smile on her face.

It seemed as if one could tell the whole story just by looking at Indra’s face!
Indra looked calm.

"After that, there's the Asura 'Pobiwen'. Of course, you don't have to remember him too clearly, just call him 'Big Black Stick'."

"He has a black war pestle in his hand, which is like a black stick that can absorb the power of any weapon..."

Indra smiled.

The tone is relaxed, neither fast nor slow!
While narrating the deeds of the Asura kings, he interspersed stories of other gods.

As a result, the number of stories included immediately increased significantly.

For a moment, Shezhi and Youdama were both fascinated by what they heard.

By the time the story was finished, it was already dark outside.

Whoops!

In front of the statue, flames suddenly rose above the copper basin, and the hot light flickered like the glory of the gods, illuminating the entire temple.

The oil lamps on the altar and walls also lit up.

Bright lights shine everywhere!

Indra's eyes turned.

He looked at the dim sky outside the window and began to speak.

"almost!"

Indra smiled.

At this time, Utama was writing furiously.

In his arms was a large piece of bark, which had been processed and was smooth and flat, with lines of words written on it under the engraving pen.

Even though he was blind and had difficulty seeing.

However, the words written by this engraving pen were deeply imprinted, and he could still feel out what they were.

Swish!
At this point, Utama's writing stopped.

He stroked his manuscript and shook his head in joy.

"Merciful Lord!"

"You have been secretly protecting the world and maintaining the world!"

"I will definitely spread the story you told me today, this sacred lira."

Yutama said gratefully.

He clasped his hands together and gazed gratefully at Indra before him.

In these two stories.

The great Lord Indra led the gods in heaven and once again resisted the attack of the Asuras and maintained peace in the three realms.

“What a sacred story!”

“If I could write it all down, maybe I could write a book called Maha Aditya and spread the story of the great son of Aditi.”

Yutama thought.

Maha means big, great!
Aditya means the son of Aditi, that is, the many gods!
Maha Aditya is the story of the son of the great Aditi.

At this time, Indra slowly stood up.

He looked at Utama with satisfaction and smiled.

"Utama!"

"I have another gift for you!"

Indra smiled.

As he spoke, Indra gently spread out his hands, as if embracing the sun, and a faint golden light scattered and emerged from his arms.

Swish!
The light flashes and disappears in an instant!
A mango half the size of a human appeared and landed in front of Youtama. It swayed and fell, and instantly leaned on him.

Yutama exerted all his strength, pushed and held the shuttle-like object steadily, and then placed it on the ground.

what is this?
His face was full of surprise. He steadied his body, slowly leaned over, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the huge mango.

The skin feels smooth and tender.

A faint fragrance also wafted out and poured into Yutama's nose.

"This is……"

“This mango is so big!”

Yutama exclaimed as he felt around the giant mango.

(End of this chapter)