Chapter 85

Saint Qitian Mansion.

Sun Wukong was pushing cups and changing glasses with the Third Prince Nezha at the stone table in the back garden, drinking happily.

"Come, come, drink!" Sun Wukong raised the wine jar and poured it directly into his mouth, "Gulp, gulp."

"Monkey Brother, drink slowly!" Nezha looked at his posture of drinking like a cow and hurriedly advised.

Over the past three years, he could be considered one of the few immortals in the Heavenly Court who was still willing to play with Sun Wukong.

First, his temperament was inherently compatible with Sun Wukong's.

Second, he also admired Sun Wukong's abilities from the bottom of his heart.

"Hiccup..." Sun Wukong hiccuped, threw the empty wine jar on the ground, wiped his mouth, and complained: "Sigh, the wine of this Heavenly Court is far worse than the monkey wine of my Mount Huaguo!"

Nezha smiled and was about to speak, but saw an immortal official walking over hurriedly outside the mansion.

That immortal official ran all the way to the two of them, bowed, and saluted: "Reporting to the Great Saint, Third Prince, an immortal official has come to the mansion, saying he is here to announce a decree on the orders of the Jade Emperor."

"Announce a decree?" Sun Wukong raised his brows and asked: "Did you ask what the matter is?"

"Great Saint, that immortal official said he wanted to announce the decree in your presence and did not say what the matter was."

Nezha said from the side: "Monkey Brother, since Your Majesty has a decree, let's go listen to it first."

Sun Wukong nodded, stood up, and walked toward the front hall.

Nezha also followed; he was also a bit curious why the Jade Emperor suddenly issued a decree to Sun Wukong.

Arriving at the front hall, he saw an immortal official holding a bright yellow scroll, waiting respectfully there.

Seeing Sun Wukong come out, the immortal official hurriedly bowed and said: "This little immortal has met the Saint Qitian."

Sun Wukong glanced at him and waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, no need for formalities. Whatever the decree is, read it quickly; after reading it, I still have to go back to drink!"

"Yes, yes."

That immortal official dared not neglect, hurriedly unfolded the imperial decree in his hand, cleared his throat, and read aloud:

"By the grace of heaven, the Jade Emperor decrees: There is the Saint Qitian Sun Wukong, a stone monkey born of heaven, with a pure nature and great supernatural powers. Since coming to heaven, although he has made no achievements, he has also committed no major faults. I am very pleased."

"However, I have heard that the Saint Qitian has been idle recently, so I have decided to entrust him with an important task. I now order the Saint Qitian to manage the affairs of the Pantao Garden. All trees in the garden and all immortal fruits shall be under his care. This is the decree!"

"Manage the Pantao Garden?"

Sun Wukong was stunned after listening.

Nezha behind him was also full of surprise.

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek and pondered in his heart.

He had heard of the Pantao Garden.

It is said that the peach forest inside was evolved from the innate spiritual root Pantao tree and was a top-tier spiritual fruit of the Three Realms.

The Jade Emperor let him go manage such a place? It sounded quite good.

"How about it, Great Saint?" That immortal official asked cautiously when he saw Sun Wukong hadn't reacted for a long time, "Are you willing to accept the decree?"

Sun Wukong pondered for a long time and didn't feel there was any problem with it.

He felt that this must be the Jade Emperor finally recognizing his power, so he arranged such an important task for himself.

"Hahaha!"

Sun Wukong laughed loudly and took the imperial decree from the immortal official's hand.

"Since it is the Jade Emperor's intention, then I will reluctantly accept it!"

"Tell the Jade Emperor to rest assured! With me here, I guarantee that not even a fly will be able to fly into that Pantao Garden!"

The immortal official saw that he had accepted the decree and said repeatedly: "Great Saint is wise! Then this little immortal will go back to report."

After speaking, he left the Saint Mansion.

Sun Wukong held the imperial decree, feeling beautiful in his heart.

"Nezha, let's go. I'm happy today, let's drink until we're drunk!" Sun Wukong pulled Nezha and wanted to go back to drink.

Although Nezha was also happy for him, he always felt a trace of something wrong in his heart.

Letting a monkey manage the peach garden...

This matter, no matter how he thought about it, revealed a trace of weirdness.

But seeing Sun Wukong's high spirits, he couldn't pour cold water on him, so he could only accompany him and continue drinking.

That immortal official returned to the Lingxiao Bao Dian to report.

The Jade Emperor was overjoyed to hear that Sun Wukong had happily accepted the order.

"Good! Good!" The Jade Emperor clapped his hands and smiled, "This monkey head has finally settled down."

He exchanged a tacit look with Tai Bai Jin Xing, and both knew that the most critical step of this big game of chess that had been planned for a long time had already been taken.

The next day, Sun Wukong, who had taken office, came to the Pantao Garden to inspect.

Walking into the Pantao Garden.

A refreshing peach fragrance rushed toward his face.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath and felt that all thirty-six thousand pores on his body had unfolded, which was indescribably comfortable.

He looked around and saw that the garden was filled with immortal mist and thousands of auspicious lights.

Peach trees were coiled with branches, green leaves like turf, and they were covered with immortal peaches of all sizes.

Some were charming and dripping, red like fire; some were green and dripping, still appearing green and astringent.

Just as Sun Wukong was looking around, an old man with white hair and a cane walked out from deep within the peach forest.

Behind him followed several tall men wearing short jackets.

"This little old man is the local deity here; I have met the Saint Qitian." As soon as the local deity saw Sun Wukong, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.

The several men behind him also hurriedly saluted: "We are the strong men in the garden; we pay respects to the Great Saint."

Sun Wukong carried his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, learned the style of those immortal officials, and said in a decent manner: "All rise."

"Hmm, from now on, this Pantao Garden belongs to me. You all must obey my orders, do you understand?"

"Yes, we will strictly follow the Great Saint's decree." The local deity and the strong men responded repeatedly.

Sun Wukong was very satisfied with this feeling of giving orders, and he cleared his throat.

"Old man, come here." He pointed to the local deity, "Tell me, what is the logic of the peach trees in this garden?"

The local deity dared not neglect, hurriedly stepped forward, and introduced respectfully.

"Reporting to the Great Saint, there are a total of three thousand six hundred peach trees in this garden."

"The first one thousand two hundred trees ripen every three thousand years. Eating them allows one to become an immortal, with a light body and a healthy physique."

"The middle one thousand two hundred trees ripen every six thousand years. Eating them allows one to ascend and live forever."

"The innermost one thousand two hundred trees, which are also the most precious, ripen only once every nine thousand years. If a person eats them, they can live as long as heaven and earth, and the sun and moon!"

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

"Alright, I know." Sun Wukong waved his hand and dismissed the local deity, "You guys go do what you need to do, don't worry about me. I want to personally inspect!"

"Yes, Great Saint."

The local deity and the strong men bowed and retired, each going to get busy.

Sun Wukong, alone, with his hands behind his back, began to stroll swaggeringly in the peach forest.

He first looked at the peach trees that ripened every three thousand years, and saw that most of the peaches on them were already ripe, each the size of a bowl, pink and tempting.

He walked to the middle again and looked at the ones that ripened every six thousand years; the peaches were larger, and the fragrance was richer.

Finally, he came to the deepest part of the peach forest.

The peach trees here were obviously much taller than those outside.

The peaches on the trees were even more extraordinary in appearance, lingering with faint immortal light, and one look told him they were not ordinary items.