Chapter 334: Jin Chanzi Meets Sun Wukong

He thought that the revival of a sect was not about merely focusing on how to conduct missionary work eastward, believing that arranging a western journey would suffice to complete it.

Instead, one must solidify the foundation; if even one's own disciples and believers are not taken seriously, how can one expect others to come to the altar of faith? Otherwise, even if missionary work were carried out throughout the Three Realms, the Buddhist Sect would be nothing but a plate of loose sand.

Surveying the bustling Ling Mountain, Jin Chanzi suddenly thought of something—this time, Ling Mountain's scale was unprecedented, and the number of attendees was countless.

Not knowing what vegetarian meal had been prepared, his steps forward came to an abrupt halt, and Jin Chanzi turned back toward the direction of the Ling Mountain Dining Hall.

At this moment, inside the Ling Mountain Dining Hall, the various ingredients, big and small, that had been prepared and cut were already sorted by dish and plated on the table.

Their colors varied, appearing extremely appetizing, and they were all meat!

Ling Mountain does not consume meat, and the dining hall's reserves would not contain meat ingredients—these were all brought by Sun Wukong from the Heavenly Court.

"Have you prepared enough for you to eat?"

Sun Wukong shoved the kitchen knife into the cutting board and placed the last of the prepared ingredients onto the table.

Maitreya's eyes gleamed as he surveyed the more than ten dishes before him, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance: "These should be enough to fill you to two-tenths."

Sun Wukong: "..."

More than ten dishes are not enough to eat—you must be capable of creating karma, Sun Wukong couldn't help but complain inwardly, but what Maitreya said was indeed true.

At the Peach Banquet, he had eaten the portion of ten people, and later even awakened the Divine Ability of the Great Belly That Can Contain, doubling his appetite, allowing him to eat even more—this amount of food is indeed trivial.

"Just these—eat if you like, don't if you don't."

Sun Wukong crossed his arms over his chest, his attitude extremely firm.

Even preparing these dishes would take a while, and he still needed to reserve time for tomorrow's banquet side dishes—where would he find so much leisure?

"Eat!

Eat ah"

Maitreya repeatedly apologized with a smile, "Even a mosquito, no matter how small, is still meat— not eating is foolish."

"Wukong, you do what, I eat what."

This is about right; Sun Wukong nodded in satisfaction, began lighting the stove, igniting the fire, and started cooking.

Picking up the earliest prepared ingredients, Sun Wukong heated the wok and began stir-frying; years of diligent practice in culinary skill, along with the immense daily workload in the Heavenly Court, have made his abilities increasingly superb.

Both hands moved in orderly fashion—fast when needed, slow when required.

The ingredients inside were thoroughly stir-fried, reaching sublimation.

This technique seemed to possess magical power, as a refreshing, soul-soothing aroma rose from the wok.

Every move Sun Wukong made carried philosophical depth, like a painting; Maitreya watched with relish, smelled the fragrance, and his face grew even more intoxicated.

His entire being seemed to dwell upon the cloud-capped summit of the immortal realm—two words: relaxed.

If one could ignore the protests of the appetite.

Not long after, a dish was already done—Red Braised Pork Ribs!

Although this dish is not listed in Chen Nuo's menu, it does not mean he cannot prepare it.

The dishes on the menu are those that have received transmission, possessing perfect quality and even the ability to awaken divine abilities in those who eat them.

With so many dish transmissions acquired, plus years of practice, Chen Nuo's culinary skill has already reached an extremely high level.

Even without transmission, Red Braised Pork Ribs—he can still produce exceptionally high quality, teach it to Sun Wukong, and it would be more than enough.

Gazing at the reddish-brown, irresistibly tempting, uniformly sized small ribs before him, smelling the overflowing meat fragrance, Maitreya couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

It's been nearly a month—finally, he is about to taste such delicacy!

They say that for immortals, time is but a finger-snap; for Great Luo Golden Immortals, they have even transcended the control of the river of time, sharing the same lifespan as heaven and earth.

But now, unable to enjoy fine food, he feels each day as long as an eon—too difficult!

Maitreya, excited, his hands slightly trembling, shakily picked up his chopsticks and impatiently reached toward the Red Braised Pork Ribs.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong was speechless for a moment— as for it, "You don't wait for the other dishes to be ready too?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"Wait for what? Catch up with what, eat what—Buddhism emphasizes the character of affinity."

Maitreya shook his head, indifferent, saying it was reasonable and well-founded.

Anyway, it's all these dishes—however you eat them, it's the same.

Just as the chopsticks were about to touch the Red Braised Pork Ribs, the dining hall's large door creaked open, pushed ajar; Maitreya furrowed his brow and scolded: "Almsgiving Monk, didn't I say no one is allowed to enter?"

"Get out."

The words fell, yet no one responded; Maitreya's mood worsened: "Still not getting out?"

"Maitreya Formation Address, why such fire? Practitioners must remember to guard against arrogance and impatience.

"

The voice was clear and harmonious, as if possessing a kind of power, truly able to soothe the frenzy in the heart.

Maitreya turned his head and looked, his eyes showing several degrees of surprise.

"Jin Chanzi, how did you come here?"

Jin Chanzi's lips curled with a faint smile: "I had nothing to do, so I came to see how the banquet dishes were being prepared—never expecting to run into you, Formation Address, by chance."

"And, who is this patron?"

Jin Chanzi looked curiously toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong chuckled: "I am called Sun Wukong."

"He is the great chef invited by my Buddhist Sect to preside over the cooking for this banquet!

His culinary skill is profoundly deep!

For this Heavenly Court Peach Banquet, he is the one in charge of the cooking."

Maitreya lowered his chopsticks and casually explained in passing.

Jin Chanzi slightly bowed his head, originally so.

Looking at Sun Wukong's hairy face, his eyes held a touch of surprise, yet there was not the slightest hint of doubt or contempt in his demeanor.

He bowed, performed the Buddhist salutation, as if bathed in spring breeze.

"I never expected the benefactor to be so talented; it is a great fortune for our Buddhist Sect to have your assistance—this Dharma feast will surely be completed perfectly."

The Heavenly Court's Peach Banquet this time, he has also heard a thing or two, saying the dishes this time are extraordinarily delicious!

Even those Immortal Ascension Realm beings linger, unwilling to leave.

Originally I thought it was the Heavenly Court's Kitchen God, the Culinary Path Realm advanced further, but I did not expect it to be the Head Chef with another... monkey!

Sun Wukong, being teased by Jin Chanzi in this way, felt a bit embarrassed; although he is usually carefree, his thoughts are also sensitive.

Those who first meet him cooking basically hold a denying or doubtful attitude.

But only the person before him, not only did not do so, but also exerted himself to praise.

He could tell this was sincere praise, without any flattery or perfunctory response.

Besides his master believing in him like this, he had never before encountered anyone else.

For a moment, Sun Wukong's fondness for Jin Chanzi rose steadily.

Scratching his head, Sun Wukong chuckled: "Nothing much, since it's something Old Grandson promised, I will surely put my whole heart into it."

Upon hearing this, Jin Chanzi nodded, pondered briefly, and said: "To respond to others' affairs with wholehearted effort is reasonable."

Sun Wukong looked speechless; this person saying what is or isn't reasonable? "He's just like this, don't bother with him, just get used to it."

Maitreya laughed heartily.

"He is called Jin Chanzi, the second disciple under the Tathagata, the leader of our Buddhist Sect."

Maitreya explained in a sentence.

"I have met you, Golden Brother."

Sun Wukong clasped his fists in salute.

Maitreya's mouth twitched, what Golden Brother? "Wukong, people call him Jin Chanzi, not surnamed Jin, you should..."

Before Maitreya finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jin Chanzi, who lightly laughed and shook his head: "Uncle, a name is merely a title; no matter what, this benefactor Sun refers to the mendicant monk."

"If a name lacks intent, it is useless; having intent without a name also..."

Jin Chanzi closed his eyes and began to sigh.