Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 483 It’s hard to tell the truth from the false

Chapter 483 It’s hard to tell the truth from the false
After punishing the bandits.

An Yan and the others continued to move forward.

Such things have become commonplace for them.

There will always be a few short-sighted thieves who will come up and try to get themselves killed.

At dusk, Sun Wukong, who was exploring the road ahead, came back and said, "Master, Ange, there is a village on the north side of the road ahead."

"There is a village? Haha, it seems I don't have to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed tonight." Zhu Bajie said happily while humming his pig nose, and he could even have a bite of hot farm meal.

An Yan smiled and said, "Then let's go to the village and stay for one night."

"Goku, you lead the way."

Following Wukong forward, we saw a village that looked like it came out of a painting.

The roadsides are lined with unknown wild flowers, the fragrance is fragrant. A stream flows by the village, and smoke rises from the small courtyards of farmhouses scattered among the mountains.

Amid the sounds of cocks crowing and dogs barking, the shepherd boy drove back the well-fed cattle and sheep.

An Yan and his group walked into the village, and just then an old man walked out of a small farmyard. He was frightened by Xiong Bin, Bajie and Wukong in the team.

Fortunately, An Yan spoke in time, which allowed the old man to calm down.

After seeing that Xiong Bin and the others looked like monsters but had kind faces, the old man finally felt relieved. Then he asked curiously, "Master, where did you come from?"

An Yan got off the ox, approached the old man and said, "We came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and are going to the West."

"When I passed by Baodi, it was getting dark, so I came to the village to stay for a night."

"So you are the masters from the upper country!" When the old man heard that An Yan and the others were from the Tang Dynasty in the East, he immediately showed some respect.

The prestige of the Tang Dynasty had already spread among the human race in the four continents, and they even called it the Celestial Empire with a pilgrimage-like mentality.

It is also known as the place of refuge of the gods.

Even the Buddha tried his best to bring the scriptures back to the Tang Dynasty, which shows that it is a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

"If you don't mind my humble abode, you can stay here temporarily."

Seeing the old man being so polite, Tang Sanzang also said quickly: "As a monk, you should go with the flow. Meeting is fate, so why would you despise it?"

"We would also like to thank you, old man, for letting us stay for one night."

An Yan also nodded, "Yes, old man, just treat us as ordinary travelers staying overnight."

"Then please come in quickly."

When the old man heard this, he readily welcomed An Yan and the others in.

"Old man, are there any guests coming?"

Hearing the sound of her old man talking to someone outside the door, the old woman came out holding a child of five or six years old.

"Yes, yes, it's a distinguished guest."

The snotty-nosed child was so frightened when he saw Zhu Bajie, Xiong Bin and the others that he burst into tears.

Not to mention the children, even the old woman was a little frightened.

Fortunately, the old man stepped forward and explained things to his wife, and the old woman finally came to her senses.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong laughed at Zhu Bajie and said, "Look, Bajie, you scared the children to tears."

Zhu Bajie rolled his eyes when he heard this, "Brother Monkey, we are evenly matched, so don't criticize each other."

Ignoring the two people who were hurting each other, An Yan took out a gold ingot and handed it to the old man, "Old man, please accept this money."

Unexpectedly, when he saw An Yan paying, the old man became unhappy and said with a stern face: "Aren't you embarrassing me? It is already an honor for my humble home to receive people from the Celestial Empire. How can I accept your money?"

As soon as An Yan heard the old man's words, he knew that he had misunderstood, and laughed: "Old man, you misunderstood."

"This is not the money for accommodation, this is the money for our meals."

"Otherwise, we'll bankrupt you with one meal."

"Master, you are joking!" The old man looked unconvinced.

An Yan stuffed the gold into the old man's hand and said with a smile: "If you find out that I'm joking later, it won't be too late to give it back to me."

"Now, please bring up whatever you have to eat at home."

Soon, the old man realized that what An Yan said was true.

I saw the big man with a pig's head and a human body. In his hand, an ordinary bowl was no bigger than a palm, and he ate a bowl of rice in one mouthful.

Even the most gentle Taoist priests and wizards have astonishing appetites.

The group of people had a meal and almost ate up all their stored food.

The old man no longer refused.

Otherwise, they will be left with nothing tomorrow.

After eating, it was already completely dark and we lit the oil lamp.

After dinner, everyone started chatting in the thatched cottage.

During the chat, An Yan and the others learned that the old man's surname was Yang and he was already seventy-four years old, which was considered a long life.

Have a son.

However, this only son was not enterprising and did not behave himself. Instead, he teamed up with a group of bad friends to engage in robbing, murder and arson.

He left a grandson for them to take care of and left five days ago. He has not returned yet.

An Yan and the others looked strange after hearing this, and couldn't help but think of the group of people they had taught a lesson to.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Sun Wukong's eyes rolled around and he said, "Old man, what use is there for such an unfilial son who brings trouble to his parents?"

The old man sighed, "But I only have one son, and my grandson is still young, so I have to keep him to bury my husband and me."

Otherwise, he would have filed a complaint with the authorities long ago.

"Well, let's not talk about him. I'll go prepare a room for you."

The old man went to prepare a room for An Yan and the others with a sad face. Every family has its own problems.

An Yan looked at the old man's face and didn't think he was going to die, so his son should not be dead yet.

Just then, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

A series of hurried sounds were heard, as if a man-eating tiger was chasing behind.

As An Yan and the others walked out of the thatched cottage, they saw Old Yang going to open the door.

The door opened and a naked man covered in blood rushed in.

Elder Yang was startled. “Who are you?”

"Dad, it's me, your son!"

The man said.

"Son? Why are you covered in blood?"

"A sin!"

"Did you kill someone?"

Old Yang said with great sorrow.

If he really killed someone, even if it was for the sake of justice, he could only hand over his own son to the government.

Otherwise, when it is discovered, it will only drag down the whole family.

"I didn't kill anyone, this blood belongs to someone else."

"It's a monster!"

"It was a monster that killed people!"

"The monster killed them all!"

The man, frightened by the bloody scene, shouted as if to vent his anger.

An Yan and the others recognized at a glance that the man in front of them was one of the people they had hung on the tree.

Hearing that other people were killed by monsters, An Yan frowned.

Sun Wukong even jumped up directly, approached the man and asked, "Tell me quickly, what monster is causing trouble!"

Unexpectedly, when the man saw Sun Wukong, he was as if he had seen something terrifying, and said, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The man was so scared that he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, trembling and shouting repeatedly not to kill him.

This scene stunned everyone.

what's the situation?
Could the murderer be Wukong?
Only An Yan's frown relaxed and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Is this going to be a show of the real and fake Monkey King?
Sun Wukong himself was also stunned, and then his face changed, "Speak clearly to me! Who wants to kill you?" But the man had been frightened out of his mind, and just held his head and trembled, and kept saying not to kill him.

"this!"

Old Yang was also at a loss.

Tang Sanzang subconsciously said: "This is impossible, Wukong has been with us all the time, how could he run out and kill people?"

Ao Lie also analyzed: "Could it be that someone is pretending to be Monkey King and committing crimes?"

"Whether it's true or not, ask him first." An Yan walked up and swept his whisk over the man's head.

Suddenly, the man who was still deeply trapped in fear, gradually regained clarity in his eyes, but the look he gave Sun Wukong was still full of fear.

Realizing that the Taoist priest holding the whisk in front of him was a master, the man quickly crawled over, knelt in front of An Yan and begged: "Master, I will never dare to do such things again, please save my life."

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

"First, tell me what happened to you after we left?"

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An Yan looked at his sins and realized that they were not punishable by death, so he said so.

Otherwise, the murderous monster wouldn't have to take action, and would have been dead when he met An Yan and the others.

Upon hearing this, the man immediately told the whole story.

It turned out that after An Yan and the others left.

Those who were hung up were shouting, hoping that someone from the nearby village would hear the noise and come to rescue them.

However, who knew that instead of the person who rescued them, they waited for the hairy-faced thunder god who had just killed their leader. With a sweep of his stick, the trees were broken, and there were heavy casualties.

Many people were beaten into two pieces, their internal organs were scattered all over the floor, it was like they had arrived in hell.

The hairy-faced thunder god just swept with his stick and then jumped away.

He and several other people who were lucky enough to survive fled back home after untying the ropes.

Obviously, the hairy-faced thunder god the man was referring to was Sun Wukong.

When Sun Wukong heard this, he realized that all the arrows were pointing at him. He was shocked and angry and said, "Stop spitting blood on me!"

"If I, Old Sun, wanted to kill you, why would I go through so much trouble?"

"Besides, if I did it, how could I possibly leave anyone alive?"

When Tang Sanzang and the others heard it, they also thought it made sense.

Did he leave a few witnesses to prove that he killed innocent people? Isn't this just trying to cover up the truth?

Zhu Bajie said: "That is to say, there are monsters using Monkey King's identity to commit evil and frame him."

"hateful!"

"Don't let me catch who he is!"

"Otherwise, I, Old Sun, will make him realize how powerful the golden hoop stick is!"

Sun Wukong was extremely depressed. This feeling of taking the blame for someone else for no reason made him want to go crazy.

"master!"

"Angel!"

"Bajie!"

"Where are you?"

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside.

In an instant, the whole yard fell into silence.

Bajie, who was originally closer to Sun Wukong, was startled and quickly moved away.

Everyone is horrified!

Why is there another Goku outside?
Sun Wukong in the courtyard was furious when he saw that the culprit dared to come to his door, "This is too much! He pretended to be me and actually came to me!"

"Master, An Ge'er, let me go and kill him!"

An Yan's gaze stayed on the angry face of Sun Wukong. His magic pupils expanded, but he could not tell whether it was real or fake. It seemed that the Sun Wukong in front of him was real.

But after dealing with the bandits this afternoon, Wukong was out of their sight for a while and went to explore the way ahead.

Then comes the problem.

Is the Sun Wukong who came back really the real Sun Wukong?
An Yan, who originally thought that the Demon Eye could see through things, also felt a bit of a headache.

So, he said, "No need. If you go out, Wukong, you will be fooled by him."

"Let that Wukong outside in."

If what is happening now is true, then letting Wukong out will only cause complete chaos.

It would be better to let the Monkey King outside come in and go to court directly.

"Bajie, go and bring in that Wukong outside."

"Ah? Me!"

"Why, are you afraid he will eat you?"

An Yan said angrily.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie smiled awkwardly and did not dare to refute. He happily walked out of the yard and went to the village entrance to bring in the shouting Wukong.

When Zhu Bajie brought the Sun Wukong outside in with a shocked look on his face, they discovered that the two Sun Wukongs looked like they were printed from the same mold.

The same tiger-skin skirt, suede boots, and brocade gown, the same pointed mouth, retracted cheeks, and fiery eyes, and the same hand holding a golden hoop.

Almost at the same time, the two Sun Wukongs pointed their golden cudgels at each other and angrily shouted, "Who are you, monster? How dare you pretend to be me and cheat people! How dare you do such dirty things!"

"Two monkeys? Oh my god! I can't tell which is which!"

Even Red Boy, who often played with monkeys, felt overwhelmed at this moment and could not tell them apart at all.

Even Anyan couldn't figure it out, so Tang Sanzang was even more confused, "Which one is Wukong?"

"Master! It's me!"

"I am Sun Wukong!"

"Even I can't tell the difference!" Tang Sanzang had no choice but to ask An Yan for help.

The two Sun Wukongs also looked at Ang'er at the same time, their faces full of anticipation.

An Yan had no choice but to hesitate and ask, "Then let me ask you, do you know where I got this treasure from?"

As he spoke, a Bagua mirror appeared in An Yan's hand.

"I don't know about this." Sun Wukong, who was standing at the door, shook his head.

However, Sun Wukong, who was standing on An Yan's side, also shook his head.

"An Yan, are they right?" Seeing An Yan not speaking, Tang Sanzang asked.

An Yan nodded.

This Bagua mirror of his did not come from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, but was given to him by his master Uncle Jiu, and he has kept it until now.

I originally wanted to trick the fake Goku, but I didn't expect that the other party actually knew it.

The Six-Eared Macaque is indeed worthy of its reputation.

"Then I can only use my trump card!"

An Yan said seriously.

Hearing this, both Sun Wukongs pricked up their ears.

The others also looked at An Yan nervously, wanting to see what other questions he would ask.

"Let me ask you, who among you has served as Bimawen?"

"he!"

Almost at the same time, the two Sun Wukongs pointed at each other.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

As expected, Wukong hated Bimawen.

Seeing the two people moving in unison, An Yan felt helpless.