Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 118 Three Xiaos Meet Golden Spirit

Thinking about the upcoming Buddhist Dharma feast at Spirit Mountain, Maitreya Buddha’s thoughts began to stir with excitement.

If he could get this monkey to be the head chef for the feast, wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing?

Considering the plans Buddhism was about to employ on Wukong, Maitreya just scoffed in disdain.

Why would they need to suppress Wukong to bring him into Buddhism?

Wouldn’t it be better to enlighten him with reason and move him with emotion?

After returning from the Scripture Seeking, there’s no need to be a Buddhist protector, right? With such culinary skills, wouldn’t it be a waste?

The more Maitreya thought about it, the more it made sense to him. If Wukong were to cook at Spirit Mountain in the future, he’d definitely eat several more meals a day!

Having finished the last dish given by Sun Wukong, Maitreya Buddha wiped his mouth. Reluctantly setting down his bowl and chopsticks, he thought, this dish truly is the cream of the crop!

Unable to contain his thoughts, Maitreya Buddha amiably asked, "Little monkey, would you like to come cook at my Spirit Mountain?"

Cook at Spirit Mountain?

The God of Cookery and the Kitchen God were stunned. Was this an outright poaching attempt?

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "No."

"I’ve already become the head chef of the Imperial Kitchen. If I leave just like that, wouldn’t that be unethical?" Sun Wukong argued righteously.

"Our Buddhism can pay you a higher salary." Maitreya Buddha temptingly coaxed. In the past, when it came to being destitute, his Buddhism was second to none, but now, they’ve grown wealthy!

Haven’t you seen? Even the statues are made of gold now.

Uh...

Although he did not know why a temple had been destroyed by the Three Xiaos, their wealth was still substantial and hardly impacted.

"Not going!" Sun Wukong refused without hesitation.

Nothing in this world could sway him except for his master’s cooking.

With the continued refusals, Maitreya Buddha grew somewhat anxious and quickly said, "In a few days, our Buddhism will also hold a banquet. Could you, little monkey, possibly come then?"

A banquet too?

Sun Wukong was taken aback and asked, "Is the banquet big?"

"It’s not about being big or not. It’s really a lively one..." Maitreya Buddha gestured while observing Sun Wukong’s lackluster interest, promptly changing his approach.

"Big, definitely quite grand, even bigger than the Flat Peach banquet!" Maitreya Buddha bluffed with his eyes wide open.

But inwardly, he was dubious. Compare the Buddhist Dharma feast to the Flat Peach banquet?

Ridiculous!

It’s not on the same level at all!

The reason so many Immortals attended the Flat Peach banquet was the prospect of the Flat Peaches. Such a treat, his Buddhism did not have.

At most, they could offer a bath in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Bigger than the Flat Peach banquet!

Sun Wukong was inwardly pleased, his brow furrowing as he pondered, but rationality still prevailed.

"I can go, but I need the consent of both the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother," he said.

If he were to leave without clarity, wouldn’t Sun Wukong’s reputation in the Three Realms suffer?

Who else would hire him to cook?

Maitreya Buddha nodded, showing understanding.

They would discuss it later; and if the plan failed to execute, he had to return to Buddhism after the banquet to report and strategize further.

"I have some pressing matters and must take my leave first," Maitreya Buddha said cheerfully.

He needed to hurry and register at the Palace of the Polestar. This time, Buddhism was only sending him. If he didn’t show up, the Jade Emperor might think his Buddhism had no regard for authority.

He quickened his pace towards the exit, but perhaps due to the food he had eaten, Maitreya Buddha’s stomach became wedged in the doorframe and he couldn’t get through.

"Haha," laughed Maitreya Buddha awkwardly, struggling to turn his head to Zhou Kang, "Young brother, could you give me a push? You will be blessed for it."

Zhou Kang was startled and hurried forward, pushing hard.

But how could Maitreya Buddha’s Buddha body be moved by a mortal? After much effort, it was all in vain.

Sun Wukong was just about to deliver the last dish to the Immortal Attendant.

Seeing Maitreya Buddha blocking the way and unable to get out, he shouted, "Move aside, and witness my divine skills!"

Hearing this, Zhou Kang and the Two Deities who were helping quickly stepped back.

Sun Wukong set the dish aside, twisted his neck, and with an explosive increase in speed, kicked Maitreya Buddha’s butt.

Bang!

Maitreya Buddha shot forward like a projectile.

"Thanks, man!" Maitreya Buddha called back. Wukong’s kick hadn’t done any damage to his Quasi-Saint body at all, and Maitreya used the momentum to fly even faster.

"Great Immortal Wukong, we’ve finished all 217 dishes. The hotpot you mentioned, what exactly is it..." The God of Cookery and the Kitchen God were curious and even more anxious.

This was a matter of life and death after all.

Sun Wukong chuckled, his eyes brimming with confidence. With a wave of his hand, a bunch of pots appeared in the back kitchen.

Today’s Palace of the Polestar had lost its usual solemnity, with numerous distinguished immortals chatting amicably, groups of three or five who were like-minded gathering together.

Of course, there were also those who were down in the dumps.

"Big sister, isn’t it good for us to stay at Chaos Residence? Why did we have to come to this Flat Peach Festival?" Bixiao pouted, clearly dissatisfied.

Yunxiao shook her head helplessly, "We can’t help it. As deities listed in the Investiture of the Gods, we must attend."

Qiong Xiao remained expressionless, "A waste of time."

From afar, Zhou Kang watched the enchanting Three Xiaos, his mind once again active. He looked down at his majestic Imperial Attire for the day and felt quite satisfied.

Just as he planned to strike up a conversation, he suddenly noticed a figure heading towards the Three Xiaos. He instantly shrank back, silently becoming as inconspicuous as a quail.

"Yunxiao, my junior sister, why haven’t you visited your senior sister for so long?"

A graceful female voice interrupted the conversation among the Three Xiaos.

Upon hearing this, all of the Three Xiaos turned towards the source of the voice, their faces immediately showing surprise and delight.

"Golden Spirit, our senior sister."

Golden Spirit Saint Mother was the leading female immortal of Jie School, generous and kind to the disciples, someone they all held in high esteem, and the Three Xiaos showed her great respect.

Golden Spirit nodded with a smile, her usually inaccessible aura dissipating instantly.

Turning to Yunxiao, her tone became teasing, "My junior sister, no, Cult Leader, congratulations."

Yunxiao shook her head with a wry smile, "Senior sister, don’t make fun of me. You are the one who should be Acting Cult Leader, not me."

With that, she reached for the Token at her waist to hand it to Golden Spirit.

Golden Spirit had no intention of taking it.

She smiled and said, "Junior sister, that is given to you by our master. I have no right to take it, and right now, you are the most suitable person to be the leader of Jie School because you are not on the Investiture of the Gods."

"Isn’t there still Wudang, our senior sister?" asked Yunxiao, puzzled.

"Wudang?" Golden Spirit couldn’t help but laugh, "Do you think Wudang, who loves peace and quiet, would take on this role? Didn’t you see she didn’t even come to the Flat Peach Festival today?"

Hearing this, the Three Xiaos looked around the grand hall and found it to be true.

"If the master said so, then hold it with peace of mind. If any malicious person dares to defy you, come to me, and see if I don’t deal with them!"

"Don’t underestimate me just because I made it onto the list. My strength may not have increased, but dealing with them is still well within my means," said Golden Spirit Saint Mother, waving her fists with an imposing aura.

The Three Xiaos couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Golden Spirit, the decisive and powerful senior sister of Jie School, hadn’t changed at all over the years.

"Golden Spirit, senior sister, you don’t have to lift a finger. My two senior sisters and I can beat them to death. Long Ear, that traitor, was killed by us!"