From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Coming to his senses, Mohaji trembled with excitement and exclaimed, "Buddha!"

Just as he was about to kowtow, his legs wouldn't obey him, and he couldn't kneel down no matter what he did. He wanted to speak again, but he couldn't utter a word, just like a fanatical fan who was so excited about seeing his "idol" that he couldn't control himself.

"Barcelona is often dead..."

Ignoring Mohaji's strange behavior, Xiaoyu disguised herself as the fake Xiaoyu and entered the Chang family manor. She infiltrated the secret base and learned about Basa Chang's outlandish "Earth Jadeification" plan. Mohaji and his disciples violently stormed the base and fought with Basa Chang... In the end, Basa Chang revealed without reservation that he had been betrayed and killed by his own clone, adding, "But please rest assured, I have defeated your clone."

Lu Jin remained silent.

Duanmu Ying remained silent.

Mohaji calmed down, regained his mobility in his limbs and was able to speak, saying, "Mr. Jiang Liu, it is an honor to meet you. You have shown me the future of cultivators!"

"Mr. Mohaji, thank you for your help."

Although Mohagi was deceived by Jumba, if he hadn't intervened and drawn the main attention of Barcelona's clones and magicians, Xiaoyu might not have been able to take them all down.

"No, it's all thanks to... Xiaoyu."

Mohaji shook his head, glanced at the broken street again, sighed, and then got down to business, saying, "Let's leave this to the relevant departments. We need to go to Jumba and get back the real Riktajeba Sutra. Otherwise, if that sutra engraved on the silver falls into the Ganges, it will really drain the river dry."

"If that's the case, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Liu's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the Chang family manor, and he changed his words, saying, "Lu Jin, you go with Mr. Mohaji to find Jumba."

Sister Mu Ying, come with me to the Chang Family Manor to check out the situation.

As for Xiaoyu—”

"I'll go with you!"

The fact that Jiang Liu showed such curiosity must mean that something must have happened at the Chang family manor!

How could Xiaoyu miss this opportunity?

"teacher!"

Just then, the three ascetics who had appeared at the Indian Museum rushed over.

"How did I teach you before?"

Mohaji glared and used his mental power to freeze the three of them in place, his face full of disappointment and frustration.

He never said anything about his disciples' previous impetuousness, but now, in front of the "Buddha," his own disciple is so flustered! Doesn't this just make him look like a poor teacher?

"Teacher, it was our fault." X3

Upon seeing Jiang Liu, the three ascetic monks were startled, wondering why he was with their teacher, but they didn't ask any questions and immediately apologized.

"But the situation is really urgent!"

"Something terrible has happened at the Chang family manor; all the magicians have had their vital energy drained!"

"Those clones merged together, forming an oval-shaped object ten meters high, which seemed to be teeming with some kind of monster! As soon as our people got close, their life force was drained, and they turned into dried corpses!"

Upon hearing this, Mohaji's eyes widened. He peered through his three disciples' thoughts and discerned the shape of the oval object. His eyes trembled, his lips quivered, and he exclaimed, "It's Ananta! But how is this possible?"

What is Ananta?

Xiaoyu was puzzled.

"This is the serpent god in our Hindu mythology, representing order and chaos. The universe was born from it. When its seven heads grew, it symbolized the process of moving from chaos to order. Vishnu will awaken from Ananta's body, and a lotus will bloom from his navel to give birth to Brahma, thus beginning the process of cosmic construction..."

Mohaji generously shared India's creation myth: "Just now I read the minds of my three disciples and saw the changes in the Chang family manor in their thoughts. It must be that those clones merged together to form a snake egg, and it gave me a sense of déjà vu from Ananta."

But why is that?

Mohaji couldn't understand it.

"Go and see for yourself."

Therefore, Lu Jin did not go to find Zhumba, but went to the Chang family manor with Mohaji, Jiang Liu, Xiaoyu, and Duanmu Ying.

The task of finding Jumba was assigned to Mohaji's three apprentices...

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Meanwhile, Mohaji's three disciples wasted no time. They immediately ran to the banks of the Ganges, found a wooden boat, crossed the river, and headed straight for the Indian Museum. They found Jumba and were about to threaten him when they heard a loud shout from behind, "Hey! Friend, this is a museum, not a boxing ring. There's no need to bully this kind and amiable curator!"

It was Chen Long.

After receiving treatment from Dr. Webber, he immediately returned to the Indian Museum to continue appraising antiques for Mohaji.

"Chen Long!"

The thinnest of the three disciples was startled, but quickly calmed down. Realizing that the other was not a clone but the "original," and therefore weaker, he pointed at the man's large nose and said, "You'd better stay out of our business, or we'll teach you a lesson too!"

"Chen Long! Help me! They are thieves!" Jumba shouted incoherently.

The two burly and tall apprentices, the second and third, pounced directly on Chen Long, their strong physiques exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

But who is Chen Long?

He practiced kung fu with his father, and when he had a sense of qi, his physical functions far exceeded those of ordinary people. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a "superman".

Now, after three years of cultivating Qi, his eight extraordinary meridians have been opened and he can circulate Qi throughout the body. He no longer needs to "borrow" a suitable "weapon" from others. With a flick of his arms, he has the strength of a dragon and an elephant, easily lifting his second and third disciples and then slamming them heavily to the ground.

"impossible!"

The eldest apprentice was stunned by what he saw and exclaimed, "Are you also a clone?"

"Clones?"

Chen Long, though seemingly rough, was actually quite shrewd. He realized that these three men seemed to know him, so he grabbed one of them by the collar and demanded, "Cloning is against morality and law! Who are you people? And why are you targeting the kind Mr. Jumba? Tell me!"

“Mr. Chen Long, I think we should call the police.” Zhumba straightened his suit and, seeing Chen Long questioning his eldest apprentice, quickly changed the subject to avoid being exposed.

# Chapter 938 Fake Xiaoyu

Hearing what Jumba said, Chen Long thought it made sense.

The thief should be handed over to the relevant authorities for handling.

But for some reason, he always felt that Jumba was hiding something... That's right! Xiaoyu and Jiang Liu came to India for Basa Chang! These three "thieves" might be connected to Basa Chang!

"Chen Long, don't trust Jumba!"

Mohaji's eldest apprentice sensed something. Although he couldn't understand why the original Chen Long was more powerful than the clone created by magic, he realized that he might have been deceived by Jumba and immediately shouted, "He's a greedy criminal!"

"Big brother is right!"

The second disciple quickly chimed in, "We are disciples of Mohaji, and we have come here in search of the Riktajeba Sutra!"

The three apprentices immediately chimed in, "Zumba has frequent connections with Barcelona! He's deceived all of us!"

"what?"

Chen Long was startled.

But then he heard the eldest disciple say, "Chen Long, you know Xiaoyu, right? A very fashionable young girl."

Barcelona's ever-present army of magicians created clones of all of you!

A man wearing a mask.

A woman with a slender figure.

A very fat man weighing 500 pounds.

There was also a little boy who was about 1.3 meters tall.

"Bull Warrior, Little Snake, Tru, and Parker?" Despite his apprentice's concise description, Chen Long was still shocked to learn who these four clones were. "Barcelona actually created clones of themselves? Why?"

“It’s not just theirs, it’s yours too,” the second apprentice said.

"Don't interrupt!"

The eldest apprentice cursed, then continued speaking to Chen Long, "Barça Chang used the clone you knew to deceive your other friend and obtain the Riktajeba Sutra from him..."

And Zumba also used the fact that there were clones to deceive our teachers, causing us to frequently clash with Barcelona... In short, we finally discovered that the Riktajeba Sutra was fake!

It was all a scam by Jumba!

Upon hearing this, Chen Long frowned, turned around, and was about to ask Jumba a question when he saw the other man pick up a bronze statue of Vishnu and smash it towards his temple.

Snapped!

Chen Long reached out and grabbed Vishnu's head. With a slight effort, he snatched it from his hand and placed it on a display case to the side, his expression serious.

“Mr. Chen, I just wanted to move this Vishnu statue to a different location, do you believe me?” Jumba explained awkwardly.

“Mr. Jumba, I didn’t believe what the three of them said at first, but your actions have made me suspicious.”

Without waiting for Jumba to explain further, Chen Long pulled off Jumba's coat, twisted it into a rope, and tied him up. "Now, I hope you can tell me where the real Riktajeba Sutra is?"

"Mr. Chen Long, I think you're making a mountain out of a molehill."

Although Jumba was afraid of Chen Long's strength, he also knew that the other party was not someone who would torture a poor "old man" like him.

More importantly—

"No matter what, I am the director of an Indian museum, which is a legitimate position, and the fact that the Riktajadjaja Sutra can drain the Ganges River..."

Dear Mr. Chen Long, do you think the police will believe it?

Therefore, I suggest you release me.

Let's pretend this never happened, okay?

Chen Long suddenly felt a headache coming on.

But then the eldest, second, and third disciples stepped forward, grabbed Zhumba, and said fiercely, "Chen Long won't beat you up, but we will!"

As Mohaji's disciples, the police were more inclined to believe them than Jumba, an Indian of British descent.

Immediately, Jumba's expression changed.

"Hey, Uncle Long."

It was at this moment.

A familiar voice rang out outside the Indian Museum.

"Xiaoyu?"