My village can't be like this

Chapter 197 The True and False Monkey King

After dinner, Zhang An rested in the yard to cool off.

Zhang Antie brought a group of small followers over. Judging from this posture, he should be watching TV.

During this period of time, Journey to the West has been playing at night, two episodes every night.

The eyes of these brats all fell into the TV.

Some time ago, because they were thinking about watching TV all day long, Zhang An set a time limit for watching TV.

It’s okay if you want to watch TV every day. You can bring your homework to Zhang An for inspection.

If the homework is done well, put the TV on for them.

If someone didn't finish their homework, or made too many mistakes, go back and write it again.

In fact, it's not that Zhang An and Zhang An take care of too much, but that in this pile of dolls, they are either younger brothers and sisters, or nephews and nieces.

Basically, everyone is related, Zhang An is a little more concerned, anyway, idle is idle.

But let alone, some people are born smart, but they just don't need to be in the right place.

In order to play for a while, I even learned to copy homework.

But in the end Zhang An found out, this is not a good habit.

Of course, Zhang An has a way to punish them. No matter who copied who, neither of them is allowed to watch TV.

After two more visits, they were cured of their problems.

"Brother, we have finished our homework."

Before Zhang An could speak, the monkeys took the initiative to hand over the homework to Zhang An for inspection.

Zhang An took them one by one, and opened his workbook to check.

Although Zhang An hasn't read a book for a long time, he can still read anything in elementary school.

"Brother, hurry up, Journey to the West is about to begin."

Watching Zhang An check slowly, Zhang Tie was a little impatient, worried that he would miss the wonderful place later.

"What's the rush? It's still news. If you're afraid you won't be able to catch up, why don't you come earlier."

Soon, Zhang An finished flipping through the homework and handed it to Zhang Tie.

"Tie baby, I remember I told you a few days ago, I told you to pay attention to your handwriting. You can see that the words you wrote are like chicken claws."

Although what Zi Ru Qi said is not necessarily correct, it is something that will follow him for the rest of his life.

Zhang An still hopes that they write neatly and beautifully.

"Brother An, I'm already practicing the copybook you gave me."

Zhang Tie was a little afraid that Zhang An would say later that he would not be allowed to watch TV if he couldn't write the word well.

So hurry up and defend yourself first.

"Remember to take time to practice every day, I will check in the future, go ahead and go."

After checking Zhang Tie's homework, move on to the next one.

"Navy, do you still copy other people's homework?"

The child in front of him is Zhang Haijun, the son of a cousin of Zhang An.

Last time it was this brat who copied other people's homework, and he made mistakes that most people who copy homework would make.

The words written by others are slightly scribbled, and the 2 written in the notebook.

As a result, it becomes 3 here, which is still the formula given in the title.

It's really hard for Zhang An not to find out.

It took a few minutes to read their homework.

Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, Zhang An waved his hand and let them in to watch TV.

Of course, Dasheng was the first to bear the brunt, sitting in the middle of the first row, a proper C position.

Although Li Yao's family has a TV, there are more children in Zhang An's family.

After dinner, I ran over to get together with them.

Children are like this, they don't like to be alone, they like to play with other people.

On the TV at night, the real and fake Monkey King happened to be shown.

Zhang An didn't care about these children in the village, but this episode did kill the CPU of the Great Sage.

Seeing Senior Brother True and False come out, the Great Sage obviously couldn't sit still.

Pointing at Zhang An, pointing to Wukong on the left for a while, and pointing to Wukong on the right for a while.

It can be seen that the CPU in the child's head has started to smoke.

Why is it okay, suddenly there are two people who are exactly the same.

But the child was so anxious that he turned somersaults in the lobby.

"Hey, why is Tang Seng so stupid, can't you tell the difference?"

On the TV, it happened that the real and fake monkeys began to be identified.

The first person to look for was Tang Seng, who was with Sun Wukong day and night, but seeing this scene just now made the children very angry.

Because Tang Seng in the play couldn't tell the difference, he had to ask them to try elsewhere.

"Oh? If you were Tang Seng, how would you tell?"

Zhang An looked at Zhang Tie who was a little excited, and suddenly became interested.

"It's not easy. Only one of the two magic spells is true, so one of them must be pretending to be hurt. Tang Seng can tell who is real and who is fake as long as the false recitation is not true."

Zhang Tie looked at Zhang An triumphantly, "Brother, do you think it makes sense?"

Zhang An really didn't expect that at Zhang Tie's age, he could still think of these things.

"Not bad."

Zhang An was very satisfied with Zhang Tie's performance.

When Zhang An's later generations read Journey to the West, they were too old, and most of them just passed by, and they didn't think about it at all.

And short videos are so developed in later generations, Zhang An also found some videos about this aspect.

Now Zhang An was also interested, and started telling stories to the Piwazi next to him.

"Actually, when it's true, it's true when it's false."

Since the appearance of the six-eared macaque, true and false have become indifferent.

After battling the real and fake monkeys for a long time, Tang Seng, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, Dragon King, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Truth Ting, Tathagata Buddha and others were asked to distinguish them.

Forget about Tang Seng, if people don't want to talk about you, there is nothing they can do.

But Zhu Bajie, Drifting Monk, and Liu Er know how their seniors and brothers get along with each other.

Someone must have revealed it to the six-eared macaque, and maybe let him watch it a few times like watching a movie.

And looking for other gods from all walks of life, most of them can't tell the difference.

On TV, there were only two people who could tell the difference between real and fake monkeys.

One is the underground Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, after all, he has a mount like Diting.

It's just that he didn't dare to say it in front of the two of them.

The second is the Tathagata of Leiyin Temple in Xitian.

At the end of the play, Tathagata reveals his real body with six ears and covers it with a golden bowl.

But apparently, the children in front of the TV are not good enough to tell the difference.

In the play, although Liu Er pulled a group of monkeys and grandchildren, they turned into a group of Tang monks.

But such tricks cannot be used all the way to Xitian Leiyin Temple.

Liu Er's own ability is good, other gods can't see it, but how can those monkeys and monkey grandchildren escape.

Looking at Zhang Tie's serious expression, he listened to what he said so seriously.

The more Zhang An said, the more interested he became.

Zhang An got wet in the rain when he was a child, so now he wants to tear up their umbrellas.

Isn't it just ruining childhood? In this way, everyone can experience the feeling of being drenched in the rain.

Since Liu Er can be transformed into a monkey, it will be unrecognizable to all kinds of gods.

How much skill does that require? Does such a person still need to eat Tang monk meat to achieve immortality?

"Well, let me ask you a question."

Zhang An looked around at a few kids before asking the question.

"On TV, why are some monsters not killed while others are killed?"

After hearing the question clearly, the primary school students began to think carefully one by one, and some were still counting on their fingers.

"Brother, those who were not killed are the mounts of the gods, they brought them back."

Isn't this the reason, those who didn't die were taken back by various gods.

These monsters are related to the gods in the sky. They are not so-and-so's mounts, or so-and-so's pets.

Only a small number of unrelated little monsters were really killed.

So that's why Sun Houzi was able to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace before learning the scriptures, and all the gods had nothing to do with him.

But after learning the scriptures, whenever you encounter a monster, you have to go to heaven for help.

It's not that you can't fight, you really don't dare to fight, they are all related households, but you can't fight.

But then again, since it was a mount and a pet, why would it keep letting it escape.

Such a thing, once, twice or three times can be said to be careless, but if it happens dozens of times before and after, it is a bit unbelievable.

"Zhang Tie, do you usually dare to fight with your principal or teacher's son?"

Zhang Tie shook his head quickly when he heard this.

"Dare to dare, but dare not do it, because they will sue the parents, and we will be invited to the school by the parents."

As soon as Zhang An heard it, it seemed that this guy had really fought with others.

"This is the same as Monkey King. He dare not beat many monsters to death at all, because they have fairy parents."

Speaking of this, a group of children just looked like this.

"Then I'll ask you another question, is Tang Seng stupid?"

Zhang Tie nodded quickly, he had thought so before, this Tang Seng was so stupid.

"You are wrong. If he is stupid, how could he become the emperor's younger brother?"

So it's not that Tang Seng doesn't know how to identify it, but that he doesn't want to identify it.

Combined with the above, Truth Listening has already been separated, but Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dare not speak directly.

Some people say they are afraid of fake monkeys making trouble in the underworld, but with real monkeys around, Zhang An doesn't think they can make trouble.

It can only be said that there is an unknown story behind it.

And although Ksitigarbha didn't say anything, he pointed to Xitian directly and asked them to find Tathagata.

In the end, the Tathagata did as they wished, saying one truth and one falsehood.

The fake monkey who was said to be a six-eared macaque was beaten to death by another stick on the spot.

In the past, the two were able to fight from the sky to the ground, but now there is such a disparity in strength.

Who is covering up what?

Moreover, the initiator of the project to learn from the scriptures is the Tathagata, and it is also the Tathagata who is distinguishing at this moment.

If it is said that the dead monkey was a fake monkey, then why didn't the Ksitigarbha king say it directly.

So who is the real monkey is really not that important, as long as the Tathagata says he is the real monkey, the fake monkey is also the real monkey.

And why do such a thing, think about the birth of Monkey King.

Thinking about what he did later, he has already offended everyone who should be offended.

He is still rebellious and rebellious at ordinary times, and he does not obey the discipline of Buddhism.

Such a subordinate, how could it be possible for you to learn from the scriptures and become a Buddha, it is better to change to an obedient one.

"That doesn't mean that it was the real Wukong who was beaten to death in the end? Why is this Tathagata Buddha so bad?"

After listening to Zhang An's heretic stories, the dolls next to him were clearly led astray by Zhang An.

"Look, you're still struggling with whether it's true or not. Didn't you tell me everything? It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. The important thing is to learn from the scriptures."

A group of children are still young, and some cannot accept such a story.

Zhang An was quite happy, after all, after tearing up the children's umbrellas, everyone was in the rain together, and everyone's heart was balanced.

When the time was up, Zhang An also drove them back to sleep, after all, there was still class tomorrow.

In the next few days, it will be the end of June, and the primary school in the village will have a final exam soon.

Zhang An didn't play TV at home during this time, and all those who came over told them to go back the same way.

The exam was about to take place and they still wanted to watch TV, so Zhang An drove them all home to review.

Now that the study atmosphere is so good, it is not as good as it is for college students.

At any rate, college students will work hard for a few days before the final exam to prepare for the exam.

"Zhang An, are you okay later?"

"No, old man, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhang An said with a smile, and brought Zhang Jianwen a stool.

"I won't sit down. If you're okay, the school will bring a cart of desks over later, and you can help unload them."

"Okay, I'll see La is here later, so I'll go over."

Anyway, Zhang An has nothing to do right now, so he went to school to help unload the goods.

After Zhang Jianwen finished speaking, he left, and he probably had to call other people.

Not long after, a large military-green truck appeared at Shiyakou on the opposite side.

The compartment is full of new desks painted black, filling the compartment to the brim.

If in later generations, a height limit pole was installed at the entrance of the village, this car would definitely not be able to enter.

However, the tables, chairs and benches are all hollow. Although it looks like a big car, it doesn't really weigh much.

Zhang An greeted his mother at home, and followed the truck to the school.

Although this Changqing Middle School has been closed for many years, it's just that the doors and windows in the teaching building have become tattered.

The other places have not been abandoned in general, and there are not many damaged places.

In addition to the frequent wind, sun and rain on the fence, a lot of moss grew.

Also, because there is no concrete floor on the ground, weeds are overgrown.

But at the beginning of the year, someone came in for repairs, and now the campus has a brand new look.

Moreover, there is a large playground more than before. The cement dam was laid some time ago, and there is a pair of newly welded backboards on it.

The original dilapidated teaching buildings have now been repainted with cement and sand.

And those dilapidated doors and windows have been replaced with new ones at this moment.

Zhang An hadn't been to the school for a long time, and seeing everything in front of him now, he thought it was a newly built place.

Soon, the old uncle brought other people from the village over.

They were all called by the old uncle to move tables, chairs and benches.

The driver of the car saw that everyone was coming, so he opened the baffle of the truck next to him, and several people pulled the table out on top.

Just like this, you move two, I move two, and run back and forth a few times to unload all the desks in the cart.

This desk is not the kind of single-person single-table iron desk in later generations.

It is a wooden table that is 1.2 meters long and can be used by two students.

(End of this chapter)