"Senior brother, you have to be the master of my grandson, this monster is so evil that it has become my appearance, and he actually wants to take my place next to the master. Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque joined forces to repel the Eight King Kongs who came to stop them, shouting.

"Phew, you are fake, Rulai, the two of us fought from the heavenly court to the Dragon Palace and then to the underworld, no one can tell who is real and who is fake, can you see it?" The six-eared macaque looked at Rulai sitting on the lotus platform with a smile.

Oh, Buddhism sent me undercover, you didn't think I would give you a mission impossible!

If you see that these two monkeys have the same breath, the same realm, and similar words and deeds, you will know that this thing is difficult.

"Venerable Guanyin, look at these two great sages, who is true and who is false?"

Guanyin shook his head and said, "It's hard to distinguish, I can't distinguish it, I don't know what kind of high opinion my Buddha has?"

The Buddhas of the Daxiong Treasure Hall were also confused, they looked at it for a long time, but they didn't see the truth or falsehood, but began to suspect that this was Sun Wukong's prank.

Maybe it's this idle egg who hurts, plucking a hair and turning into a clone to play tricks on everyone.

Although Rulai couldn't tell whether it was true or false, he knew the origin of the six-eared macaque, so he folded his hands and said, "Wukong, do you want to know the fake, where does it come from?"

"My grandson would like to hear about it. Sun Wukong said.

The six-eared macaque smiled and said, "Let's take a look." ”

"There are five immortals in the three realms of the flood and wilderness, which are heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts, and there are five insects, which are scales and feathers.

It's not the five immortals or the five insects who are pretending to be you, but the four monkeys of the mixed world who are not in these ten categories.

The deity also dares to assert that it is the six-eared macaque who is impersonating you!" as if he was full of faith.

Vajra, Arhats, and Bhikshunis of the Mahavira Hall collectively made a sudden realization, and expressed their admiration for the judgment of their boss.

All kinds of sycophants are like a surging river, and Guanyin Bodhisattva rolled his eyes when he heard it.

Ma Dan, what is there to say, the six-eared macaque is what you personally lined up, what are you pretending to be, hurry up and say dry goods!

"Then how do you tell who the six-eared macaque is, if you come and tell me?" the six-eared macaque took the initiative to provoke.

He is extremely confident in his current acting skills, and he can already achieve it to the point of being fake.

He has Sun Wukong's strength, he knows everything Sun Wukong knows, and he also knows what Sun Wukong doesn't know!

"Six-eared macaque, the deity knows that you are a good listener and can know things thousands of miles away, and we can't hide what we say from you, but, hehehe. Rulai smiled maliciously.

He and Sun Wukong are old acquaintances, and they have been in close contact with each other for more than 500 years.

Judging a truth or falsehood is simply not too simple.

Rulai smiled and took out a demon slaying knife, and immediately the strong man broke his wrist, raised the knife against his right hand, and made a ruthless hand.

"Chop, chop, what are you chopping hands for?"

"Hey, is the Buddha crazy?"

"I know, my Buddha must have spent too much money some time ago, and I just remembered that my heart was painful, and I wanted to chop my hands and stop spending money!"

Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque glanced at each other, they really couldn't understand Rulai's operation.

"Hey, body, why don't you chop my left hand, why do you chop me?" said Rulai's right hand after it was chopped off, like a living thing.

"Didn't you suppress Sun Wukong for 500 years, psychic, and know a lot of his little secrets, raise your hands for a thousand days, use them for a while, today, it's time for you to shine. Rulai comforted the right hand.

He decided to interrogate separately and let Guanyin Bodhisattva take the six-eared macaque out first, leaving only the real Monkey King in the main hall.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall has set up a great array to deceive the heavens, and now neither of the two monkeys can hear each other's voices.

"Hey, Splash Monkey, let's meet again, do you still recognize me?" said Rulai with his right hand.

Sun Wukong subconsciously held his waist with his hand and said: emmm

He has been pressed by this fat hand for five hundred years, day and night, how can he forget?

When I was pressed on Wuzhi Mountain, I had no experience, my posture was not good, there was a stone under my waist, and I had been crying for five hundred years, and my waist was sick.

"Cough, right hand, restraint, you want to catch up, then we'll talk later, now your task is to ask the real and fake Monkey King. Rulai reminded.

"Ontology, you don't understand the relationship between the two of us, that's, uh, what's the matter, forget it, it's a little hard to say. Rulai's right hand remembered something, and suddenly twisted a little.

"Cough, splash monkey, I have pressed you for five hundred years, and in these five hundred years, we have many good memories, which reminds me of the sunset sunset, which is our lost youth. ”

"Ahem, it's far away, it's far away!"

Sun Wukong looked at the appearance of the right-hand literary youth of Rulai, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

In his memory, this right hand is quite obscene, he hasn't seen it for a few years, it will change, don't believe it!

"Ahem, whether you are true or not, the question I am going to mention next will determine your life and death, I hope you will answer seriously. Rulai said with his right hand seriously.

"Think about it, how many times have you been pressed by me for five hundred years, and how many times have you farted?"

"This matter is only known to you and me, God doesn't know, I hope you answer seriously, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Sun Wukong's monkey blushed and began to try to remember, for the immortals, no matter how long it was, as long as they were willing, they could always remember.

For example, the sigh of the chrysanthemum - fart.

"Over the years, my grandson has released a total of 517,842 farts under your hands. Sun Wukong said seriously.

"Right hand, is he right?" asked Rulai.

"How do you know if what he said is right, and I'll lie to him later!"

"Then think about it again, how many times have you urinated in the past five hundred years?"

"Eighty-nine thousand three hundred fifty-two!"

Rulai eagerly asked, "Is that right?"

"This hand is not a pervert, how can I remember how many times others have farted and urinated, but in the past five hundred years, this monkey has about three farts a day, one pee, you help me calculate, is he right?" said Rulai with some embarrassment in his right hand.

Although he is psychic, he has no brains and is not very sensitive to mathematics.

Such as: emmm

The Buddhas of the Daxiong Treasure Hall pinched their fingers and calculated, and finally came to a unanimous conclusion, now this seems to be true, but it does not rule out the possibility of nonsense.

"Splash Monkey, how many times have you been under my hands over the years?" asked Rulai with his right hand at the end.

The first two questions it doesn't know, but the last one, it knows the detailed correct answer.

"Fat hands, don't spew blood, when will my grandson have a poop under your hands?" Su Wukong said angrily.

"The body, I can now be sure that he is the real Monkey King, and the one outside is a fake!"