Chapter 383

Six eyes met, and these few people suddenly spoke at the same time, "A Mi Tuo Fo, my Buddhist beads are missing, I don't know which bowl they fell into, so I came to look for them..."

Before the words were finished, they suddenly froze, the Buddhist sect disciples walked closer with their companions, and when they saw the faces clearly, they sighed in relief.

"Oh my, really, Senior Brother didn't expect it to be you, why are you also here?"

That senior brother coughed, glanced at his companion, then straightened his expression and said, "When I attended the Buddhist feast before, my Buddhist beads went missing, I thought maybe they fell into this plate, so I came to check."

The Buddhist sect disciple was stunned, then exchanged a glance with his companion, and said nothing.

Seeing the other not speak, the senior brother coughed and asked, "What's wrong? It's already this late, why did you suddenly appear here?"

"Because, the Buddhist beads, are missing, so I came to see if they're here."

The companion stammered, saying the words they had agreed upon with their senior brother for later.

The senior brother was stunned, then laughed, "That really is a coincidence."

"Haha, yes, it's really too much of a coincidence."

The Buddhist sect disciple and companion gave a dry laugh.

An awkward tension filled the air, and none of them knew what to say.

The senior brother looked at his companion and said, "This Sun Wukong's dishes smell really good."

"Exactly, I don't know how it's made, I was preparing to meditate when I got back, but I couldn't calm down, that aroma just wouldn't fade."

"Indeed, it's really strange."

The senior brother replied, "But I saw that the immortals over there ate everything clean, even licking the small cups spotless, their utensils are cleaner than washed, it must be that this dish is just delicious."

"Yes, I saw that too, everyone's eating that fragrant thing, I don't know what's so good about it."

The few of them chatted back and forth, starting to discuss the dish.

After a while, the Buddhist sect disciple suggested, "Senior Brother, do you think Sun Wukong put some spell in this dish? Otherwise, it's just an ordinary dish, how could it be so fragrant?"

"You're right."

The senior brother turned his head, picked up a small cup from the table, "Actually, when we came, we also prepared to observe this dish carefully."

"Based on my guess, Sun Wukong definitely tampered with this dish, otherwise, just made by hand and ordinary ingredients, how could it attract the immortals' appetites?"

"Yes, Senior Brother, what you say makes perfect sense, so I'm preparing to examine it closely, I must find out what's strange about this dish, then show it to the immortals, let them understand, Sun Wukong's cooking is not good, he only steals and sneaks around."

"Yes, let's check it now."

The few spoke with righteous indignation, mere speculation wasn't enough, they had already concluded, the dish had a problem because Sun Wukong was messing with it, they were the righteous ones.

This untouched dish sat on the table, they each picked up a small cup and stirred it with a soup spoon.

As time passed, more and more Buddhist sect disciples came to the Imperial Kitchen, from the original four to eight, still each holding a small cup, observing the strangeness in the dish.

The Buddhist sect disciple who was there from the beginning held a soup spoon, scooped up the fungi, brought it to his nose and smelled it carefully.

"This dish is really fragrant, and the broth too, how was it made, it actually cooked into a golden broth."

"Yes, it's really fragrant, fortunately my willpower is strong, otherwise I might really have taken a bite."

The soup spoon originally placed below slowly slid to the tip of the nose, then slid down, just as it was about to touch the lips, the companion suddenly stopped.

"No!

This doesn't seem right."

"What's wrong? The Buddhist sect disciples observing around all gathered together, 'What's wrong? Did you discover something?'"

"Yes, and it's especially important."

The companion had a solemn expression.

Seeing the companion's solemn expression, the surrounding Buddhist sect disciples held their breath, they also wore solemn expressions as they looked toward the speaking companion, waiting for him to utter that earth-shattering, custom-defying great matter from his mouth.

Only saw the companion slowly raise the small cup in his hand, "You look at this small cup,

then feel your own small cup, this problem is very big."

The surrounding Buddhist sect disciples, not understanding, felt it twice and still found nothing wrong.

"This cup is hot, and its temperature is the same as just out of the pot."

The companion said.

Having thought this would be a very major matter, but it turned out to be just this small thing, all the Buddhist sect disciples in unison rolled their eyes, "Child, you're really stupid."

"What's wrong?"

The companion had a bewildered expression, "Isn't it? We've been away for so long, this cup is still hot, shouldn't that be strange?"

"This is the Heavenly Court."

The senior brother patted the junior brother's shoulder, "Our Buddhist Sect has never eaten food, so it gave you this misunderstanding."

"Ah? Why?"

The companion didn't understand at all, even if it's the Heavenly Court, this dish would cool over time, that's perfectly normal, even if it's the Heavenly Court, these ingredients are mundane things."

"The Imperial Kitchen naturally has its own techniques, we gods and buddhas all have magical powers."

"Child, even if the dish is made from mundane ingredients, in the Heavenly Court there will be techniques to keep it forever in the state of just out of the pot, if the Heavenly Court had no difference from the Mortal Realm, how could there be so many people cultivating to become immortals?"

The senior brother explained.

The companion then understood, nodded, "Oh, I see, really, I thought I had discovered something major, it seems my time is still too short, after cultivating for a few hundred more years I will surely reach your state."

After this little interlude, the few disciples carefully observed the dishes again.

Actually, they weren't really observing the dishes, they were just too hungry to bear it, but their willpower still held inside, making them really dare not eat.

This state continued, giving them an illusion, as if they hadn't attained Buddhahood, but were in the Underworld, seeing food they wanted to eat but couldn't, it was really tormenting.

When one Buddhist sect disciple was stirring the broth, the broth suddenly splashed onto the back of his hand, he looked left and right, stuck out his tongue and licked the golden broth into his mouth.

Although only a little, but once the broth touched the tip of the tongue, it rushed straight to the brain and spirit.

The disciple was somewhat dazed, what deliciousness is this, extremely fresh, the various ingredients mixed inside create a flavor that makes one unable to stop.

Earlier, when I saw those immortals eating, I still looked down on them, it's just one dish, yet they ate it so poorly, as if they hadn't eaten anything for several lifetimes.

Now, he had only tasted a little bit of the soup broth, not even the size of a fingernail, yet this fresh flavor surged straight to his inspiration, making him want to lift the small cup and pour it into his mouth.