Chapter 142

"Eat." Nezha held his Fire-Tipped Spear, aiming it at the fake Nezha.

The fake Nezha frowned. He had clearly observed Nezha the entire way and had already simplified his language as much as possible.

Yet even he felt that as soon as Nezha opened his mouth, he seemed obviously fake.

The key was that he had to let Tang An distinguish the real from the fake Nezha, so he had to say a few words, right?

Sigh, he should have known better than to speak.

"Escape!"

As soon as the fake Nezha chanted, a phantom image was immediately produced, and he disappeared under Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear.

The next moment, the fake Nezha swapped positions with Nezha, and it became him pointing his Fire-Tipped Spear at Nezha.

This time, he wouldn't take the initiative to speak no matter what.

"Oh my!" Tang An clapped her hands in surprise and distress, her acting somewhat exaggerated.

"I can't tell who the real Nezha is; what should I do? What can I do?"

Nezha couldn't bear to watch and could only look at his fake self.

The fake Nezha also had the feeling of wanting to stay far away from Tang An, as if he wasn't familiar with her at all.

He didn't know how the real Nezha and the others had put up with this Destined One along the way.

"Why don't you offer up your Exquisite Pagoda for me to see?" Tang An seemed to have a flash of inspiration and slapped her thigh hard.

Nezha immediately offered up his Exquisite Pagoda, and the fake Nezha also offered up his Exquisite Pagoda.

"Wow! You both have an Exquisite Pagoda? It's really a one-to-one restoration."

"I don't believe the fake Nezha can replicate all of my disciple's magic treasures; all of you, bring out your magic treasures for me to see."

"Whoever brings out one less can be directly judged as the fake Nezha."

Nezha was very cooperative and began to offer up his magic treasures.

The fake Nezha fell into the trap without realizing it and followed suit, taking out his magic treasures. He was afraid that if he were a moment late, he would be identified as the fake by Tang An.

After they had taken out all their magic treasures and placed them on the ground for Tang An to see...

Tang An took the Diamond Bracelet out of her Universe Bag.

"Collect!"

The fake Nezha was terrified. Although those magic treasures were not as good as the real Nezha's, they could still be considered quite powerful!

How could she do this? How could she just take them away like that? Nezha's were also taken; wasn't he even a little panicked?

"You, aren't you going to say a word?" The fake Nezha's mentality exploded, and he even felt a sense of giving up.

Nezha shrugged indifferently, "If she wants to take them, let her take them."

Fake Nezha:...

How is one supposed to act like this! How is one supposed to act! Whoever comes, who can act! Whoever comes, who wouldn't have their defenses broken!

Tang An chuckled and put the Diamond Bracelet on her arm, "Don't say I'm bullying you; can you take out anything else? I can still accompany you in acting a bit more."

The myriad Buddhas:

"Did she figure it out?"

"When did she figure it out?"

"Clearly the demeanor is the same, the magic treasures are the same, and even the positions were shuffled; how can she always distinguish the real from the fake at a glance?"

"Does she have some kind of Heavenly Eye? But even Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye can't tell the real from the fake!"

By the way, where is Yang Jian?

The Buddhas raised their eyes to look at the situation on Yang Jian's side, and then what they saw was...

The fake Yang Jian, leading the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, had surrounded the real Yang Jian.

And the real Yang Jian, using his Golden Body Dharma Image, had almost smashed the Heavenly Court to pieces!

Ah, this...

Would the Heavenly Court settle the score later? This account couldn't be settled on Lingshan, could it?

That's not right; this is different from the path of development they had anticipated!

Where exactly did the problem arise? Was it the Destined One again?

Puxian finally realized something was wrong, "Buddha, over at Sun Wukong's..."

Rulai Fozu waved his hand with a faint smile, and the scene of Huaguo Mountain's Water Curtain Cave appeared before them.

However... there was no sign of Sun Wukong there.

Where did Sun Wukong and the fake Wukong go? Naturally, they came to Tang An's side.

It didn't matter if he didn't come, and it didn't matter if he did.

But when he truly appeared at Tang An and Nezha's side, it left the myriad Buddhas dumbfounded again and again.

Because appearing before them was not only Sun Wukong and the fake Sun Wukong, but also an additional, identical Sun Wukong.

The three Sun Wukongs stood neatly together; whether it was their standing posture, scratching their cheeks, or the way they swung their Golden Cudgels, they were all exactly the same, completely synchronized.

Now, let alone whether Tang An could distinguish the real from the fake Sun Wukong, even they were confused; they couldn't tell either!

No! What's going on? How could such a big mistake happen?

How could there be an extra Sun Wukong? Where did he come from?

"Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives."

Tang An was just saying this, continuing to play along with the fake Nezha, thinking about going to Huaguo Mountain to let Sun Wukong help distinguish the real from the fake.

And here, Sun Wukong had arrived.

Fake Nezha's inner monologue: "She says she wants to distinguish the real from the fake, but she just wants to go to Huaguo Mountain and have Sun Wukong and Nezha join forces to surround and annihilate me."

"Who would have thought? Sun Wukong himself is also... also..."

"Three?"

No, how did this become three? When did an extra one appear? No one told him! Had the plan changed? They should have notified him!

"Master! Old Sun is the real one."

"Master! Old Sun is the real one; he is the fake."

"Master! They are both fake; Old Sun is the real one."

Tang An looked completely unperturbed and shook her index finger, "I don't believe a single word you say."

"But with so many Great Sages and two Three-Altar Sea-Meeting Great Gods, why don't we take a group photo before continuing with the progress?"

Fake Nezha and the Six-Eared Macaque's inner monologue: "What is she saying? What is progress?"

After Tang An finished speaking, regardless of whether the five of them were willing or not, she immediately placed several bright floodlights around them, then took out a camera and turned on the flash.

"Click!"

Just as the Six-Eared Macaque and the fake Nezha were cautiously observing whether Tang An had set up some strange, unprecedented array, the flash went off.

They were caught completely off guard, startled, and immediately picked up their magic treasures, wanting to take action.

And this instant was enough for Tang An to distinguish who was the Six-Eared Macaque and who was Sun Wukong.

"Look at how scared you are." Tang An was just about to go over, but the Six-Eared Macaque reacted quickly, immediately grabbing one Sun Wukong in each hand and spinning like a top on the spot.

After a cloud of dust, the three of them separated again, and Tang An couldn't tell them apart anymore.

"Good skills."

This time's question was much harder than Yang Jian's and Nezha's.

The Six-Eared Macaque was completely identical to Sun Wukong; even his gaze, form, and the rhythm of every time he raised his hand or scratched his cheek were all aligned.

"Since that's the case, I have no choice but to bring out my ultimate move."

Tang An stuck one hand into her Universe Bag and pointed a finger at the three Sun Wukongs.

"Listen well, this is the ultimate giveaway question."

As soon as these words were spoken, the states of the three Sun Wukongs changed significantly.

Among them, one was cautious, one was nervous, and one's expression was: "No way, again?"

Tang An walked around them once and then walked up to Sun Wukong.

"Ask."

"What is the one thing in your life you least want to be mentioned?"

One Sun Wukong said: "Old Sun least likes others calling out that 'Bi Ma Wen'; Old Sun is clearly the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

Before Sun Wukong could speak, the Six-Eared Macaque immediately snatched the answer.

"Pooping on Five Fingers Mountain."

!!!!!!

If he hadn't mentioned this, Sun Wukong wouldn't have wanted to take action. But since he mentioned it, the hand Sun Wukong used to grip his Golden Cudgel turned white.

"Oh ho." This time, there was no need to distinguish.

Who, when facing their most, most, most, most dark history, would snatch an answer just to verify their identity!

They would rather admit they weren't themselves than say that dark history was done by them!