Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 378 Sun Wukong and Yang Jian’s Little Scheme

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 Sun Wukong and Yang Jian’s Little Scheme

The Immortal Official was rendered speechless and waved his hand, "Never mind, never mind, I can’t out-argue you, no wonder you could achieve Buddhahood while I could only become an Immortal. Truly, Immortals and Buddhas are different. Go ahead and guide them in their deliverance; I’m leaving the feast."

The suspense Wukong created around his dish had been drawn out for too long. Initially, it piqued the curiosity of all the gods, but as time went on, their curiosity waned and ultimately evaporated entirely.

That Immortal Official had left his seat, put off by the Buddhist disciple’s incessant chanting of "Amitābha". The remaining Immortal Officials, figuring there were no more dishes coming, simply exchanged a few courtesies before departing.

As more people left, Master Zhenyuan grew more sympathetic towards Wukong. At first, he thought Wukong was shooting himself in the foot.

But then he considered the possibility that, as he’d surmised before, the name was given by Wukong’s master, and Wukong wouldn’t refute his master’s words, hence he wouldn’t change the name.

With this in mind, Master Zhenyuan looked at Wukong with sympathy. As he left, he patted Wukong on the shoulder, "Chef Wukong, I understand you. Don’t be sad; this situation isn’t under your control."

Wukong looked at Master Zhenyuan with a cheery grin, "What are you talking about?"

Master Zhenyuan took Wukong’s response as an attempt at staying strong and had no intention of exposing him. He patted Wukong’s shoulder again, comforting him, "Don’t worry, brother. I won’t spill the beans. Even if you couldn’t complete your master’s task, knowing the reason behind it, your master surely won’t blame you."

It was only then that Wukong understood the hidden meaning in Master Zhenyuan’s words. He was ready to berate Master Zhenyuan. It was one thing to say he didn’t care, but quite another to speak ill of his master.

Yet, for the moment, he had to endure, as there were still plans to carry out. Getting upset over such a trifle might disrupt the plans, which wouldn’t be good.

Wukong smiled faintly, continuing to feign ignorance, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand you." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Master Zhenyuan sighed deeply, "It’s good that you don’t understand, good indeed. At least you won’t be saddened by this matter."

As he spoke, he left the great hall, moved by his genuine feelings, Master Zhenyuan was touched by his own words.

He wiped the corner of his eye from the physiological tears brought on by yawning, "Oh my, why am I so kind-hearted? I shouldn’t be becoming an Immortal; I should be achieving Buddhahood."

Yang Jian watched Master Zhenyuan as if he were looking at a lunatic. He approached Wukong, "What did Master Zhenyuan say to you?"

"He didn’t say much." Wukong had become accustomed to playing the fool, "He just mumbled a lot, and I couldn’t understand him. Then he left. I wonder if he walked away because I couldn’t understand."

Yang Jian looked at Wukong meaningfully. He had met Wukong a few times before and knew that Wukong was faking ignorance. Once most of the people had left, he asked, "What exactly do you and Shopkeeper Chen have in mind?"

"What are you talking about? I seem not to understand you either?"

"Stop pretending. Master Zhenyuan already told me, the name of this dish is ’Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’. Aren’t you planning to publicly disgrace Buddhism?"

Yang Jian cast a glance at the Buddhist disciple who had left the great hall, "It’s a good thing you didn’t announce the name of the dish in public. Otherwise, nobody could save you, no matter how skilled a chef you are."

Wukong smiled, his face a picture of confusion as if, were it not for his chef’s attire, Yang Jian would really think he was just an adult monkey.

"You understand what I’m saying, Shopkeeper Chen and you are both smart people. Smart people shouldn’t act foolishly."

"Is that your reason for patience?"

Apart from the tables and dishes, only Yang Jian and Wukong were left in the entire great hall. As Yang Jian said, Wukong was a clever person.

He no longer pretended at this point, knowing full well that, whatever he said, Yang Jian was on the same side as him.

Sun Wukong’s face was indifferent, as if the smile from just moments ago had never existed.

Yang Jian was taken aback by these words, which indeed reflected his reason for enduring the situation in the great hall. As a clever man himself, he understood the need to remain inconspicuous; his current strength was not yet capable of contending with Buddhism, so it was only natural for him to choose forbearance in such circumstances.

Sun Wukong found Yang Jian’s reaction quite amusing and indeed chuckled, "Hahaha, I knew it. You haven’t let go of your grudge against Buddhism after all. And here I thought you didn’t care in the slightest."

"This isn’t about caring or not caring," Yang Jian, somewhat disconcerted by Sun Wukong’s laughter and feeling that his approach was indeed the correct one, wondered why the latter was mocking him, "I’m just here to warn you not to do anything foolish. Since you don’t care, then let’s pretend I never said anything."

Having said this, Yang Jian left.

Sun Wukong watched Yang Jian’s departing figure and, just as his robes were about to disappear from the great hall,

Sun Wukong spoke up: "Don’t worry. Although I’m not particularly shrewd, my master is an absolute genius. He won’t let me do anything foolish. All of my actions are part of a plan."

"That’s good to hear." Yang Jian’s figure paused for a moment, then he left.

All this was part of Sun Wukong’s plan; he wanted to bring the curiosity of the Immortal Officials to a peak.

Despite the Immortal Officials leaving because of Sun Wukong’s stalling, their curiosity did not wane; even after leaving, they would be eager for the dish, unable to eat by day, nor sleep by night.

Sun Wukong was utterly confident, or rather, he had absolute faith in his master, for the dish was delectable enough to achieve the desired effect.

In fact, he had already cast a spell on the dish when it was served, to provoke greed in the bellies of those who smelled it. Anyone who caught a whiff would feel its effect.

And more than that, if someone had not eaten the dish but smelled its aroma, the effect was even more profound. The fragrance would indefinitely accompany the person in all their endeavors.

Unless one inherently disliked the scent, they would never be rid of it without tasting the dish, and the longer they were apart from it, the more they would yearn for it.

However, there was no one who would not like the scent; Sun Wukong was very confident. When the time came, he would invite that group of Immortal Officials to the Imperial Kitchen to watch the cooking process — those bald-heads would certainly sneak in to eat the dish. This trick would be called...

Sun Wukong scratched his head, what did his master call it again? Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, "Yes, the trick’s called ’Catching Turtles in a Jar’."

The Buddhist disciples who had left the great hall were unaware that they had already fallen for the trap, only sensing the dish’s tantalizing fragrance continuing to linger at their noses despite having departed quite a distance from the hall.

A talkative Buddhist disciple asked, "Do you smell that dish’s aroma?"

His companion nodded, "Yes, I smell it. We’ve walked so far and yet can still smell it. The dish must be incredibly fragrant. How wonderful it would be to have a taste."

The Buddhist disciple had only asked casually, not expecting such a response. He quickly covered his companion’s mouth, "Keep your voice down, what if someone hears you and complains? Do you want to be scolded?"

"No, no," the companion hurriedly shook his head, "I was just saying, it’s just that the dish really is too tempting."

"I might have a solution," whispered the Buddhist disciple into his companion’s ear.