Chapter 392

According to Tianpeng's timid nature of making a big deal out of small things, he should dislike Sun Wukong's fearless, present-focused personality, yet unexpectedly, Tianpeng still cares about Sun Wukong.

It seems my changes to this world are still not deep enough, but my goal was never to change the world—just to live well each day.

Chen Nuo originally believed that after Sun Wukong caused this commotion, the Buddha would no longer include him in the Journey to the West selection, but now he is no longer certain.

The Buddha's intention is fixed; the Journey to the West is inevitable, but whether Sun Wukong can be removed from the selection depends on Chen Nuo's abilities.

"Manager Chen, what are your plans now? Are you just sitting here waiting for Monkey Brother to resolve things?"

Tianpeng asked.

"Sun Wukong is my disciple; I know his abilities best. You can relax—this matter, Sun Wukong will definitely resolve, and perfectly so."

Chen Nuo said.

"Alright, Manager Chen, since you've said that, even if I'm anxious, it's useless."

Tianpeng said, "I'll follow your lead and now just wait for Monkey Brother's good news to arrive."

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, the celestial officials, and the Buddhist disciples remain in confrontation.

The Buddhist disciple regrets misspeaking, originally intending to claim Sun Wukong had poisoned them with a single bite.

Unexpectedly, not only did Sun Wukong evade using the provocation tactic, but he also forced the disciple to reveal the full truth.

The celestial officials were happily eating melon seeds, enjoying a spectacle unseen since their ascension to immortality.

This Buddhist disciple broke his precepts over a dish and even bit the cook—this incident will surely be recorded in history.

"I didn't say that; you forced me to."

The Buddhist disciple said, "Besides, you just admitted you put a mantra in that dish."

"Did I say that?"

Sun Wukong looked at the observing celestial officials, "You all judge fairly—when did I ever say I put a mantra in there?"

The celestial officials naturally sided with Sun Wukong and immediately echoed his words.

"No, Great Chef Sun Wukong clearly said earlier that even if a mantra were used, how could your Buddhist monks have such weak willpower, not to mention bad ears?"

It's not that they truly side with Sun Wukong; they've been present from start to finish, and no one saw him put a mantra in the dish.

Moreover, Sun Wukong putting a mantra in the dish just to make them break precepts—what nonsense logic is that? It makes no sense at all.

"Me, you celestial officials—are you really planning to shield him like this?"

The Buddhist disciple couldn't argue with them, so he shifted the blame to the celestial officials.

"What's wrong? What are we shielding?"

The celestial official said, "You ten monks broke precepts—eight of you—while we only have five celestial officials, five pairs of eyes, five pairs of ears, all watching and listening. Truly unexpected—usually you act flawlessly, but behind the scenes you're like dogs, biting people at the drop of a hat, with no sense of reason."

"Exactly, I don't care about face anymore—now I'll lay it all out for you. Say something harsh: Great Chef Sun Wukong put a mantra in this dish. According to your claim, you'd be obsessed with it, but he didn't poison you with a malicious mantra, right? Whether you eat it or not is still up to you."

That statement is correct—whether to eat or not still depends on oneself. Ultimately, it's these Buddhist disciples who failed to control themselves.

Eating this dish, blaming heaven and earth is useless. What awaits them now is not merely disgrace and ruin.

The Buddhist Sect's long-standing reputation may be destroyed here; the Buddha will blame them, and what awaits will only be worse.

"By the way"

Sun Wukong, who had been observing the battle from the side, suddenly spoke.

Everyone's attention turned to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong said: "I summoned you here to prepare to announce the dish name. Things happened too suddenly—I was busy handling affairs and ended up forgetting the most important thing."

"Great Chef Sun Wukong, we're waiting for this dish's name."

That celestial official suddenly tossed aside his earlier melon-seed-eating demeanor, as if nothing had happened, and he was waiting just to hear the dish's name.

Sun Wukong didn't care about other matters, slowly uttering the dish's name from his mouth,

"The name of this dish is, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

This statement struck the Buddhist disciples like a bolt from the blue—they had already resigned themselves, preparing to accept the Buddha's punishment, never expecting the dish to be this.

"Indeed!"

"This is all your doing!"

The disciple lunged forward in anger toward Sun Wukong but was pressed down.

"This dish's name is this—you still dare say making us break precepts wasn't your doing?"

The celestial officials on this side were also stunned by the dish's name—no one expected it to be this.

No wonder Sun Wukong didn't announce the dish's name in the Great Hall earlier, insisting on waiting until now—turns out he was waiting for this moment.

This Buddhist disciple's act of scaling the wall to enter truly fulfills the dish's name—Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

Upon reflection, it's fitting—this dish truly deserves the name Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

But upon deeper thought, when Sun Wukong served this dish earlier, he already knew this situation would arise—so their wholesale bias toward him, is it justified?

Since Sun Wukong chose to speak now, he naturally anticipated these celestial officials' reactions.

Even without them, it wouldn't affect his plan—Sun Wukong doesn't care about their opinions.

A celestial official unable to contain his curiosity asked: "Great Chef Sun Wukong, your dish is named this—did you already foresee the Buddhist disciples would eat it?"

"How? You're saying this now—are you doubting me?"

Sun Wukong looked at the questioning celestial official; his gaze was utterly open and honest—others couldn't tell if it was the calm of having a plan or the calm of confidence.

This openness made the questioner doubt himself—could Sun Wukong really know nothing at all?

"I don't mean it that way—I just mean this dish's name is truly... this isn't just my concern; surely everyone here shares this thought?"

The celestial official looked at others, but no one dared answer directly—they were still observing Sun Wukong's reaction.

"Is that so? But I think, since you could ask such a question, you must also be able to anticipate that Old Grandson Sun would get angry."

Sun Wukong laughed while looking at that celestial official.

Originally, when Sun Wukong laughed, he was easy to talk to—sometimes even able to exchange a few jokes.

But this time, although Sun Wukong's expression was smiling, there was not the slightest warmth, let alone jokes—he didn't even dare to breathe.

"No, it's my fault for talking too much, Great Chef Sun Wukong, please don't be angry—if you're angry, I won't ask anymore."

Seeing that no celestial official stepped forward to show unity with him, this celestial official naturally didn't dare to dig too deep.

If Sun Wukong were really angered, I fear I would end up like this Buddhist Sect disciple.