Sun Wukong cried out in alarm.
"This is bad... He even knows the Tight-Fillet Spell!"
"Now I've become the stand-in..."
Just as he was reeling in shock, the other Sun Wukong stopped as well. Testing it once was enough; he could not really let Tang Sanzang die of pain. Once he stopped, Tang Sanzang, who had been clutching his head with both hands, finally ceased crying out...
Tang Sanzang had originally thought he had grown stronger.
He should have been able to endure it for a while, right?
He had not expected the Tight-Fillet Spell to be this powerful!
He then looked with Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing toward the other Sun Wukong. Zhu Bajie excitedly raised a hand and shouted at Sun Wukong:
"That one is fake!"
"He's a demon in disguise..."
Before he could finish.
Sun Wukong directly raised a hand to stop him!
"Wait..."
With that, he began reciting the Tight-Fillet Spell as well. Tang Sanzang cried out in pain once more, his body tilting as he fell backward. Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing hurriedly rushed over to support him.
After Sun Wukong recited a few lines.
He hastily stopped as well...
Now Tang Sanzang and the others were completely dumbfounded. Even such a secret thing as the Tight-Fillet Spell was known to him. How were they supposed to tell which Sun Wukong was real and which was a demon in disguise?
Zhu Bajie's eyes rolled, and he came up with another idea.
"Monkey Brothers, how about you go find a Bodhisattva?"
"The Bodhisattva has immense magical power and vast divine abilities... They can definitely tell which one is the real Monkey Brother. And... whoever dares not go must be the fake!"
One of the Sun Wukongs immediately said:
"Fine!"
"Then let's go find the Bodhisattva..."
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