Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

Chapter 138 The Real and Fake Sanzang, A Way to Prove Itself! [Second Update, Please Continue Reading]

That night.

The bright moon shines, and the starlight is cold and clear.

Escorted by the Dragon Girl and Zhifeng, the Lion Monster quietly sneaked into Lao Jun Temple and entered Sanzang's meditation room, where three figures appeared side by side in front of the bed.

At this moment, streaks of emerald green divine light emanated from the willow branch in the Dragon Girl's hand, constantly surrounding the three of them and shielding them from all prying eyes and perceptions.

Inside the room, in the void.

The six Ding and six Jia, the five directions of Jiedi, the four duty officers, and the eighteen Dharma protectors silently watched the three figures, without even making a move to ask a question.

As the Dragon Girl said, although the composition of these guardian deities was complex, they were all arranged by Guanyin. Now, seeing the willow branch in the Dragon Girl's hand, they dared not offer the slightest obstruction.

"Lion-monster, let's begin."

The Dragon Girl caught a glimpse of the guardians out of the corner of her eye, but pretended not to see them. She raised her hand and used a willow branch to seal Jin Chanzi's primordial spirit, and then transmitted her voice.

The lion-like monster silently nodded, formed a hand seal, and summoned the Karma Mirror that it had personally borrowed from the Netherworld the previous night. The mirror floated above the bed, casting a red light that enveloped Sanzang's body.

In an instant.

The countless experiences of Sanzang from childhood to adulthood are transformed into images, flashing across the mirror; the lion-like monster focuses on recording all of Sanzang's experiences on the journey to the West, and its understanding of Huangmei also increases imperceptibly in this process.

At this point, he finally understood why the Dragon Girl and Zhifeng were so wary of Huang Mei.

That guy is really outrageous; he can always find a solution to many seemingly hopeless problems.

Moreover, the Three Treasures of Maitreya greatly compensated for his weak spiritual cultivation, giving him the resources to stir up trouble during the great calamity of the Journey to the West.

half an hour.

The lion-like monster "read" and "shorthanded" the entire story of Tang Sanzang's journey to the West, and said softly, "I've memorized it all."

"Transform, I will bless you." The Dragon Girl nodded slightly.

The lion-like monster immediately put away the Karma Mirror, stared at Sanzang's face and figure, and transformed itself in an instant, becoming identical to him.

Sudhana raised a willow branch and gently touched the lion-like monster's forehead.

In an instant, emerald green divine light rippled down like waves, flowing from the top of the fake Sanzang's head to his feet, making his aura and spirit even more in line with the real Sanzang.

Finally, after planting a restrictive seal on the fake body, the Dragon Girl slowly withdrew the willow branch and transmitted her voice, saying, "It's inconvenient for us to stay in the temple for long, but we will guard Baolin Temple. If you are in any danger, just shout and we will come to your rescue immediately."

"Okay, thank you," the lion chuckled strangely.

Sudhana waved her hand and suddenly disappeared underground with Zhifeng.

The next morning.

Sanzang slowly woke up in the sunlight, and just as he sat up refreshed, he suddenly heard a snoring sound coming from beside him.

His heart pounded, and he looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a figure exactly like himself, lying flat on the bed, but not yet awake.

"ah!!!"

In a panic, Sanzang staggered off the bed and cried out in alarm.

Inside the Taoist temple, the three disciples, hearing the commotion, quickly burst through the door. Pigsy was the first to shout, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The commotion woke up the fake Sanzang on the bed. He groggily opened his eyes, sat up sleepily, and asked blankly, "What? What's wrong?"

"How can there be two masters?" Sha Wujing asked in astonishment.

"He's a fake!" Sanzang shouted, pointing at the fake Sanzang.

"Who are you, you fiend, daring to impersonate me in front of Wukong?" The fake Sanzang got up from the bed and questioned him in the exact same voice.

Sun Wukong immediately opened his fiery eyes and looked at the two Sanzangs.

However, his usually invincible divine eyes failed him at this moment. No matter how he looked, he couldn't find any clues.

"Second brother, second brother————"

"They're here." At his call, Huang Mei and Li Xuan came side by side and responded loudly.

Sun Wukong pointed at the two Sanzangs and said, "Second Brother, we suddenly have another master. Even with my Fiery Eyes of Truth, I can't tell the real one from the fake. What should we do?"

Huang Mei stared intently at the two Sanzangs, his expression strange.

He remembered that there was indeed a story of a real and a fake Tang Sanzang in the land of Wuji Kingdom.

However, it was at the end of the calamity that the lion-like monster, in order to escape, cleverly transformed into the appearance of Sanzang, and actually managed to deceive Sun Wukong.

But now they haven't even gone to the palace, yet the scene of the real and fake Sanzang has appeared—needless to say, they're definitely after me!

Just as he was pondering, Pigsy suddenly suggested, "Appearances can be changed, and temperament can be imitated, but memories are not interchangeable, right? Therefore, I think we can use the method of asking about past events to distinguish between truth and falsehood."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly asked Sanzang, "What was your last meal before you came here to stay?"

Sanzang thought for a moment and said, "Lotus root slices and steamed buns."

Sha Wujing immediately said, "This is true."

Sun Wukong nodded, then looked at the fake Sanzang: "Before we came here to stay, who else did we meet?"

Having read this memory, the fake Sanzang calmly said, "A father and daughter; the father was wearing a blue robe, and the daughter was wearing a white dress."

Sha Wujing blinked, scratched his head, and said, "This—could this also be true?"

Sun Wukong said irritably, "Let alone the fact that Master doesn't know how to create clones, even if he did, he wouldn't be able to play tricks on us like this, so how could both of them be real?"

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Sha Wujing: "————"

Pigsy muttered to himself, "Strange, how can their memories be connected?"

Sun Wukong then asked a few more questions, and the two Sanzangs were still able to answer fluently and without any mistakes.

"It seems this trick won't work, Pigsy, do you have any other ideas?"

Pigsy thought and thought for a while, and said, "There's another trick. Our master is well-versed in Buddhist scriptures. Perhaps we can use the scriptures to test him."

"Brother Sha," Sun Wukong called softly.

Sha Wujing nodded and quickly took out several scriptures from his luggage, testing them one after another, but the two Sanzangs still answered fluently.

"I'm out of ideas, Junior Uncle, have you come up with a solution yet?" Seeing this, Pigsy spread his hands and said.

Huang Mei shook his head: "Their memories and abilities are exactly the same, which shows that the demon has put a lot of effort into this aspect."

In the original story, when faced with the problem of the real and fake Sanzang, it was Zhu Bajie who suggested that Sanzang recite the Tightening-Headband Mantra, because the fake Sanzang could not do it, thus distinguishing the real from the fake.

But now, since Sun Wukong isn't wearing the headband at all, that path is blocked.

"Then think about it again."

Sun Wukong responded, then suddenly looked at the two Sanzang monks: "You two, do you have a way to prove yourselves?"

The two monks exchanged a glance. The real monk couldn't think of a way to prove himself, but the fake monk said, "We can compare our compassion."

"How do we compare?" Huang Mei stared intently at the monk, raising an eyebrow as he asked.

The fake Sanzang said, "Go to the capital of Wuji Kingdom to help people and save the world. Whoever can't hold on first is the fake one."

After all, in terms of compassion, demons certainly cannot compare to me.

Tripitaka's expression changed slightly.

He believed that he was definitely better than the demon in terms of compassion and perseverance; but the question was, how long would it take to determine the winner?

If the competition lasts for three to five months, wouldn't that delay the trip?

"What, scared?"

Seeing his hesitation and silence, the fake Sanzang asked with no small amount of pride.