Chapter 403

"Whether I can do it or not isn't up to me, but being able to let you buy my drink and still drink it—that's my skill. Anyway, I believe I truly have this ability to do it."

"You monkey, you're really shameless."

The Buddhist disciple threw the flyer on the ground, and when he was about to stomp on it twice, Sun Wukong stopped him.

His foot was suspended in midair, unable to move, and the disciple shouted angrily: "Let me go—are you really going to earn a reputation for beating customers on your store's opening day?"

"Beating customers?"

Sun Wukong smiled lightly.

"You clearly said you wouldn't drink my beverage. Since this business can't be done, where do you get the nerve to tell me you're a customer?"

The disciple paused. He was still afraid of Sun Wukong, but he thought this was Buddhist Sect territory, and Sun Wukong wouldn't dare cause trouble, so he dared to speak rudely—never expecting Sun Wukong to actually strike him in front of so many people.

"Go ahead and hit me—after all, this is Buddhist Sect territory. If you hit me, the Buddhist Sect will definitely make sure your shop can't stay open."

"Buddhist Sect territory?"

Sun Wukong smiled again: "Take a good look—where exactly is this?"

Although he greeted Maitreya, it was merely a greeting. To occupy Buddhist Sect territory isn't as simple as just saying hello.

This also means Sun Wukong and Tianpeng must consider the Buddhist Sect's reputation in everything they do, and even have to watch their expressions.

On the Heavenly Court side, since the Queen Mother and Jade Emperor both love Chen Nuo's cooking—and even awakened divine abilities after eating it—

it's clear they owe Chen Nuo a favor. For this reason, Haotian proactively suggested letting Sun Wukong occupy the entire shop location with Heavenly Court territory.

Although this place is near the Buddhist Sect, it doesn't occupy even a bit of Buddhist Sect land—it's taken up at the edge of the Heavenly Court, so overall, it's still Heavenly Court territory.

The Buddhist disciple noticed this too, fell silent for a moment, then shouted again: "This place is so close to our Buddhist Sect, yet you attack me for no reason—do you really think the Buddha will let you off?"

"Hit you?"

Sun Wukong looked seemingly surprised: "Who told you I wanted to hit you? Tianpeng, you say it yourself—am I supposed to hit him?"

"No."

Tianpeng answered truthfully: "My Monkey Brother didn't even touch you."

"Then what are you doing? Hurry up and let me go."

The disciple shouted.

Sun Wukong stepped forward step by step toward the disciple. The disciple felt a little afraid, but couldn't move, so he could only threaten with words.

"Your appearance isn't that of someone who wants to hit me!

I tell you—if you hit me, I'll go back and complain to the Buddha, who will immediately have you suppressed."

Sun Wukong had already walked up to him. The disciple was afraid, eyes closed, shouting angrily.

After waiting a long time with no strange sensation on his body, he opened his eyes and saw Sun Wukong already standing where he had been before.

The disciple sighed in relief and mocked: "I knew you didn't dare hit me—you coward."

"I really never said I wanted to hit you."

Sun Wukong smoothed the flyer in his hand.

"I just wanted to tell you not to litter flyers. Even if you do, don't throw them in front of me—this is something my master made. Throwing flyers is disrespecting my master. I did nothing but pick up the flyer."

Only then did the disciple notice the flyer under his feet was gone. He swallowed and said: "You picked up the flyer and still won't let me go?"

"I have one more thing to tell you: I didn't tamper with that dish. It was your senior brothers who couldn't resist the temptation—don't keep putting the blame on me. This pot—whoever wants to carry it, carry it."

"You, you monkey, don't be so arrogant. If it weren't for your little tricks, my senior brothers wouldn't have given in to temptation. Wait—I'm going back to report to the Buddha. You're harboring ill intentions while pretending peace, yet you strut out here opening a shop. The Buddha above will certainly not show you mercy."

Sun Wukong released the immobilization technique. The disciple shouted while vanishing in front of the milk tea shop.

"Even this little lackey dares to threaten Monkey Brother—I see they've suffered losses but still haven't learned enough."

Tianpeng looked at the disappearing disciple and laughed.

"Really—always blaming others instead of looking inward. When something goes wrong, they dump it on me. Do I really look that broad-minded?"

Sun Wukong continued waving the flyers in his hand,

and when he got tired from handing them out, he simply created a clone to mechanically hand flyers to passing divine officials, while he went to rest.

Seeing Sun Wukong slacking off like this, Tianpeng used the same method and followed him back.

Inside the milk tea shop, there are a few seats—actually, not many people would sit here, but just in case, seats were set up when opening. Now they're just right for two people to rest.

The two hadn't rested long when suddenly they heard knocking from outside. Sun Wukong didn't want to move, so he kicked Tianpeng out.

Tianpeng stumbled outside and said: "We haven't even opened yet—come back tomorrow."

"Not opened yet? What a pity."

A gentle voice sounded from outside the door. Just hearing it, one could tell the speaker must be a beautiful person.

Tianpeng lifted his head and saw a fairy in a broad-sleeved robe, slender waist, graceful figure, holding a snow-white furred rabbit in her arms.

Her eyes were peach blossom eyes, her gaze shimmering, her face lovely. Even without speaking, the atmosphere around her conveyed disappointment.

This was no one else—it was Chang'e, the fairy residing in Guanghan Palace.

"May I ask, what time will you open tomorrow?"

Chang'e asked.

"I asked Manager Chen. Originally I wanted to try this milk tea, but who knew this drink isn't sold on the food delivery platform—only here. Seeing the flyer at the door made me want to come in and ask. Turns out I have to wait until tomorrow to buy it—what a pity."

"Ah, there's nothing to be done. Today is just promotion. Chang'e Fairy, please wait until tomorrow."

Although Tianpeng also felt a bit regretful about missing Chang'e's business, there was nothing to be done—rules can't be broken.

"Oh, I see."

Chang'e bit her lip, turned, took two steps, then turned back: "How about this, Tianpeng Sir—I'll pay you extra. Can you make me a cup in advance?"

"Ah? This..."

Tianpeng felt embarrassed. Chang'e, whether in appearance or personality, is exactly his type—he really wants a chance to get closer to her.

But in this situation, he still has his reason, knowing what should and shouldn't be done: "Truly sorry, Chang'e Fairy—tomorrow will come soon. You should still wait until tomorrow."

"Really not possible?"

Chang'e was even more disappointed, "Threefold, I'll pay threefold, can I?"

"This isn't about money"

Tianpeng said, "This shop isn't just for money, and besides, it's only one day, go rest, one day will come soon"

"But tomorrow there will be many people coming, I'm afraid I won't get it"

Chang'e sighed, and even the little rabbit in her arms had its ears drooping down, very lovable, "How about this, I'll pay you now, and tomorrow you keep a cup for me in advance, okay?"