From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

"Backward, ignorant, and filthy India will be transformed into the world's first magnificent work of art after our experiment succeeds."

[Illegifying India? Oh, that's far more serious than the rampant pollution of the Ganges by Indians!]

Xiaoyu frowned.

"artwork!"

"artwork!!"

"artwork!!!"

The magicians shouted wildly, their eyes filled with a yearning for magicians to regain their ancient, noble status!

This world—

It should have been ruled by those noble people who wielded power!

Those powerless ordinary people deserve only to be their slaves!

"Snapped!"

Just then, the elevator doors of the base opened, and the figures of Bull Warrior, Little Snake, Tru, and Parker appeared, walking towards the Barcelona stadium.

"Aha, my clone warriors are back!"

Barcelona, ​​ever excited, directed the magicians, saying, "Alright, let's get moving! Our experiment can begin..."

Before the word "beginning" could even be uttered, the smile on Barcelona's face abruptly vanished, simply because the fake snake produced a palm-sized scripture.

"what is this?"

Barcelona would often pick up the scripture, glance at it, then slam it to the ground, yelling at the fake snake, "This isn't the Riktajeba! Where's the real scripture?"

“Boss, we did fool Jiang Liu and the others. They’ve already started fighting with the Silent Monk, the Origami Thief, and Vanessa. Vanessa even used the bomb you gave her,” the fake little snake explained earnestly.

"If Jiang Liu and the others really produced this book, then they have been deceived by that cunning Jumba!"

In an instant.

Barcelona's face was terribly gloomy. "That old bastard deceived me too!"

We had a clear agreement: he would use the river to deliver the Riktajeba Sutra to me, and after I eliminated them with bombs, I would give him all the treasure hidden at the bottom of the riverbed!

This is a win-win situation!

But for now—

That old bastard wants us and Jiang Liu's group to both suffer heavy losses!

"Owner."

Fake Tru asked, "Has Jumba gone mad? He knows we have so many magicians, how could he possibly think Jiang Liu's small group could defeat us?"

boom!

The base's gate was blown open, and an old man dressed in a white robe and wearing a large millstone hat slowly walked in, followed by three ascetics who had appeared in the Indian Museum, and behind them were dozens of ascetic disciples of varying heights and builds.

"That's probably the source of Jumba's confidence!"

The Barcelona resident, who was frequently seen arriving, immediately changed his expression, realizing that this was the "trouble" Jumba was facing on home soil in India.

What a clever tactic of shifting the blame!

"Stranger from afar, Barcelona Chang, hand over the Riktajeba Sutra!"

The elderly man at the head of the group stared at Basa Chang, his tone utterly calm, "Otherwise, I'll throw you all into the Ganges to bathe!"

Upon hearing this, Barcelona's expression changed, and he laughed, saying, "Mohagi, isn't the Ganges your holy water? Throwing me in there would be defiling the holy river!"

"Although I dress like a Hindu, I am actually a disciple of the Buddha and the true ruler of this city of Dhara!"

The old man, named Mohaji, slightly opened one hand, raised it, and placed it in front of his right eye. "Let me see your soul—"

# Chapter 935 Fake Jiang Liu, Fake Lu Jin, Fake Duanmu Ying

The Riktaje Bastion we obtained is fake!

"Ok?"

As a Buddhist, Mohaji practices the "Rikta Jerpa," or rather—

The Rebirth Mantra!

Eradicate the root of all karmic obstacles...

He has not yet achieved it, but he has already found the "pure land" in his heart, and a trace of true nature has emerged, which is "Dharani", possessing many miraculous abilities.

For example: mind reading.

In Buddhist terms, it's called telepathy, the ability to perceive what people are thinking deep down.

But what he received was this sentence.

"It's a misunderstanding; we've all been deceived by Jumba."

Barcelona stopped the magicians who had already condensed energy balls in their palms—

If possible, he would not want to suffer a mutually destructive outcome with Mohaji.

He picked up the palm-sized scripture from the ground and said, "This is the scripture that Jumba gave me."

"This is impossible!"

Before coming here, Mohaji had already personally visited the Indian Museum, read Jumba's mind, and learned that the Riktajeba Sutra was with Chen Long!

And Chen Long—

As the true administrator of Tuoluo City, after Basa often came to the Chang family manor, he had taken note of their personnel, among whom was "Chen Long".

Having already obtained Chen Long's appearance from Jumba's mind, Mohaji rushed to the Chang family manor to demand an explanation.

But he actually got the news from Barcelona that the "Riktajeba Sutra" was fake.

why?

Between Dzumba and Barcelona, ​​who is lying?

But if I'm lying, how can I fool him with my true thoughts?

But Mohaji, after years of practice, quickly cleared his mind of distractions, calmly considered the situation, and came up with two ways to deceive him.

First, it's self-deception.

If one can deceive even one's own mind, then the thoughts that Mohaji can read must be problematic.

Secondly, the illusion deceived the person whose mind was being read.

If the scenes seen by Jumba and Barca are deliberately created by others, then what they see and think may not be the truth, and as a mind reader, one cannot believe their true inner thoughts.

In short, one is deceiving oneself, and the other is being deceived by others.

Besides this, there is another way, or rather, there is a way of thinking that one should never completely trust – underage children!

Children may not lie.

But they'll definitely be talking nonsense!

Barcelona's Chang and Dzumba are both adults, not mentally deficient fools, so it is entirely possible that their thoughts are as chaotic and unpredictable as those of children.

But which of these two is deceiving themselves? And who is being deceived? Or are there other forces involved that have caused both to be deceived?

There are too many possibilities...

For a moment, Mohaji rubbed his temples, realizing for the first time that his "telepathy" was not omnipotent; as long as others were willing to scheme and plot, they could still deceive his mind.

and so--

“I don’t want to believe that Zumba would deceive us, but that’s the truth.” Barça often sighed and said to Mohagi, “If you want, we can catch him together.”

"Catch him? No, I think we should deal with you first."

Mohaji glared at him, and Barcelona seemed to be frozen in place, motionless, like a stone statue. "A madman who wants to turn the earth into jade is much more dangerous than Jumba, that greedy man who just wants to drain the Ganges River and obtain the treasure beneath the riverbed."

"Catch them!"

With a wave of his hand, Mohaji summoned the three ascetics behind him and his numerous disciples to charge at the magician and the clone.

Although magicians can cast energy balls, their physical abilities are not much stronger than those of ordinary people, and they also need to chant incantations to cast spells.

Left with no other choice, I had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the other side.

"There's going to be a fight, huh."

Unlike Chen Long, the fake Chen Long is more inclined towards violence. With a sneer, he joined the battle along with Tru, Little Snake, Bull Warrior, and Parker's clones.

According to Xiaoyu's observation, these clones are quite strong, but only compared to the Dragon Team members who have not yet undergone Qi Refining.

Compared to the current official versions, it is far inferior in terms of strength.

The reason is simple.

Cloning can create physical attributes and even personality traits almost identical to the original, but it can never replicate the methods of Qi cultivation.

That Mohaji was not only capable of mind reading, but also quite skilled in martial arts. His limbs swung like long whips, and his waist twisted like a python, demonstrating an extremely impressive yoga technique.

Combined with his glare that could freeze anyone in place, even the fake dragon squad couldn't get close to him.

"waste!"

At this moment, a familiar voice rang out, and the fake Jiang Liu's figure burst out from the elevator. As he ran, his arms swung around, unleashing tremendous power. The earth shook and dragons and snakes undulated. Any disciple he touched coughed up blood and flew backward.

One of them happened to fly to Xiaoyu's feet. Upon examination, she found that his bones were broken and his internal organs were shattered. Only his brain remained conscious. He was neither dead nor alive and could only endure the intense pain.

[Did they portray Jiang Liu's character as far too wicked?]

Xiaoyu secretly complained.

Secondly, the fake Lu Jin and the fake Duanmu Ying followed closely behind. The former could not generate magnetism or transform Qi, and the latter could not fan the wind, but their punches and kicks were also quite powerful.

The three men were like tigers among wolves; in no time, they had defeated all of Mohaji's disciples, including the three ascetics he trusted most.

Mohaji glared, attempting to control the three clones.

The fake Lu Jin and the fake Duanmu Ying were indeed controlled, but the fake Jiang Liu seemed to have some of Jiang Liu's style. With a ripple, his Qi surged, and there seemed to be the sound of dragons roaring and tigers howling around him. His spine trembled, stimulating his brain, and he actually broke free from the control of the mental will.