Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 361 Yang Jian Scoffs at Buddhism Disciples
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With this craft, we can greatly alleviate the situation of the overwhelming demand for Peach Blossom Wine and Flat Peach Juice not meeting supply.
Samadhi True Fire flickers under the iron pot as Chen Nuo’s hands, distinct and sharp, wield an iron spatula, swiftly completing the green tea.
Suddenly, a golden beam of light erupts within the hall, turning the roof to gold.
Such a scene would undoubtedly lead to nationwide worship in the eyes of others, but Chen Nuo doesn’t show the slightest emotion, as if nothing in this world could compare to the tea leaves in his hands.
Chen Nuo stirs the tea leaves in the pot, a sight he has grown accustomed to.
Even his mind does not stir, for he has already witnessed the power of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. The commotion from the hall must undoubtedly be the four fairies awakening their Divine Skills after eating the dish.
After all, these immortals of no small cultivation—even the Three Demons could awaken Divine Skills upon consumption—it was natural for the four fairies as well.
However, the trouble caused by Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was far from over.
Inside the grand hall on the Mountain of Mind and Heart,
Erlang Shen Yang Jian is eating, casting a disdainful glance at the eager disciples of Buddhism nearby and sneering softly.
Master Zhenyuan is also dining when he hears Yang Jian’s laughter and turns to ask, "You’re eating away, what’s there to laugh about?"
"Look," Yang Jian gestures with his chin toward the direction.
Following Yang Jian’s gaze, Master Zhenyuan looks over and remarks, "Eh, isn’t that..."
"I once thought they were somebodies, but now it seems they’re less than mortals," Yang Jian says, disgusted with their behavior, "At this rate, it won’t be long before they break their vows."
Master Zhenyuan also looks down on those wealthy disciples who came for a mere few dishes, but some things aren’t to be discussed openly, so he responds with a smile, "After all, they usually only eat vegetables and leaves. Since they’re out of sight, it’s fine, but now they’re in the same grand hall and the smell has piqued their curiosity." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"Curiosity?" Yang Jian scoffs as if he has heard a joke, "This isn’t the first time the Dharma banquet has been held, why haven’t we seen them like this before? In my opinion, they shouldn’t be sitting in this grand hall; they’re more suited for the netherworld as hungry ghosts."
Yang Jian’s comment is vivid; these vegetarians of Buddhism, loitering around yet unable to resist craning their necks, truly resemble starving ghosts.
The voice of Erlang Shen Yang Jian is not loud, but he’s not making an effort to conceal it either, so many people overheard him.
Some immortals, mindful of the Buddhist disciples, remain silent and just stuff their mouths with more food.
Others, unable to contain themselves, let out low chuckles.
The Buddhist disciples nearby, having heard Yang Jian’s words, are irritated and think of confronting Yang Jian but are stopped by their companions.
After all, it’s not something to be proud of, and although Yang Jian’s words are somewhat harsh, they were indeed lurking around the immortals. If it were to be brought up, they’d be at a disadvantage, so they sheepishly return to their own place.
"Why are you back?"
As the Buddhist disciple who went to the immortals’ table sits down, someone beside him asks.
He had intended to complain about Yang Jian to his companions, but upon opening his mouth, he doesn’t quite know how to articulate it.
Since in the matter they had no ground to stand on, it was embarrassing to bring it up, so he came up with an excuse and wove his way around it, "Didn’t I see that our side was serving up dishes?"
"Oh, like that." His companion picked up a chopstick of long strip food that resembles noodles and put it into his mouth.
"Is this noodles?" The disciple who had just returned to Buddhism was surprised to see what his companion was eating, "This is too much, isn’t it? It’s bad enough that they don’t let us eat meat, but to serve us noodles, that’s really going too far!"
"No, no, no, this isn’t noodles." His companion quickly explained, "These are called Liangpi."
"Liangpi?" The Buddhist disciple picked up a chopstick from the plate, "It looks just like noodles no matter how I look at it."
"You big dummy, why don’t you just taste it and find out?"
Sun Wukong, finding the Imperial Kitchen stifling, had stepped out for some air when he overheard the conversation between the two Buddhist disciples.
"That Liangpi, I kneaded for an hour and washed it out, and you dismiss it as mere noodles? If you want to eat, then eat. If not, let someone else eat. I, Old Sun, am not dying for you to eat it."
"No, no, no, Chef Wukong, it’s just that I’m uninformed." The Buddhist disciple hurriedly picked up some Liangpi and put it in his mouth, "It’s just that I talk too much, I wasn’t really criticizing you."
"Hmph, it’s troublesome enough to cook for you folks. Besides, it’s not Old Sun here who’s stopping you from eating meat. It’s clearly your own dietary restrictions. How come you’re blaming Old Sun for not letting you eat meat?" Sun Wukong bared his teeth at the Buddhist disciple.
The Buddhist disciple stood frozen, astonished the moment the Liangpi entered his mouth.
It was cool and slippery, mixed with the aroma of sesame and spicy chili oil, irresistibly delicious.
He picked up a few more chopsticks of Liangpi and this time he got the finely cut cucumber strips inside, the cucumber was refreshing, and the original spicy chili oil was very spicy.
It was delicious, yes, but too spicy. Unexpectedly, the cucumber strips expertly neutralized the heat of the chili, while also retaining its own fresh flavor.
How could something be so delicious!
He had been envious of the Immortals next door who could eat meat. But after tasting this Liangpi, he suddenly didn’t envy them anymore. With this Liangpi, who needs meat? Those Immortals, always eating greasily, might not even appreciate the true flavor of this Liangpi.
"This Liangpi is too delicious!" The Buddhist disciple couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Sun Wukong initially still felt angry, but upon hearing the Buddhist disciple’s praise, much of his ire dissipated, and so he snorted through his nostrils, "At least someone knows what’s good."
But there was a limited amount of each dish, and the Liangpi was quickly seized upon its arrival. Poorly, the Buddhist disciple who arrived late did not even get a few bites before others snatched it all up.
He looked at Sun Wukong with a pitiful expression, "Chef Wukong, is it possible to serve another portion of Liangpi?"
"Of course." Sun Wukong paused after the first two words, then looking at the other’s hopeful gaze he delivered the next two words coldly and mercilessly, "Not possible."
"Chef Wukong," the man pleaded, "I’ve barely had a few bites."
"That’s still a no," Sun Wukong glanced at him, "There are more dishes to come. If I fill you up now, what will you eat later?"
Thinking of the dishes to come, the man sat at the table and started to anticipate again.
Such a pathetic display by the Buddhist disciple was somewhat contemptible to Sun Wukong, but even if he despised the man, he was still praising him, so he did not say anything further and went back to the Imperial Kitchen to prepare the next dish.
After Sun Wukong left, the Buddhist disciple’s companion asked, "He’s just a chef. What are you afraid of him for?"
"I’m not afraid of him," said the Buddhist disciple.
"That’s clearly fear," his companion expressed skepticism, "It’s okay to be afraid. Even though Sun Wukong is a chef, his cultivation is not low. Even if you and I joined forces, we couldn’t beat him."
