Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 391 Announcing the Dish Name

Logically, Tian Peng, who has a tendency to dramatize minor things and becomes timid in big situations, should dislike Sun Wukong’s fearless and impulsive character, focused only on the present. Surprisingly, Tian Peng still shows concern for Sun Wukong.

It seems that the changes I’ve made to this world are still not profound enough. However, my goal is not to change the world but just to live well each day.

Chen Nuo had been certain that after Sun Wukong’s commotion, the Buddha Ancestor would no longer consider him a candidate for the Journey to the West. Now, he was not so sure anymore.

The Buddha Ancestor’s intent was set, and the Journey to the West was inevitable. Whether Sun Wukong could be removed from the list of candidates now depended on Chen Nuo’s own capabilities.

"Shopkeeper Chen, so what are your plans now? Are you just going to sit here and wait for Mr. Monkey to resolve the situation?" Tian Peng asked.

"Sun Wukong is my disciple. I understand his capabilities very well. Rest assured, he will definitely resolve this matter, and he will do it perfectly," Chen Nuo said.

"Alright, if you say so, Shopkeeper Chen, there’s no use for me to be anxious," Tian Peng said. "I’ll listen to you and just wait for the good news from Mr. Monkey."

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong and the Immortal Officials, along with the disciples of Buddhism, were still confronting each other.

The disciples of Buddhism were annoyed at themselves for misspeaking; he had intended to accuse Sun Wukong of drugging them outright.

However, he had not only allowed Sun Wukong to dodge the accusation with reverse psychology but also inadvertently revealed the truth himself.

The Immortal Officials were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, having not experienced such excitement since their ascension.

This misstep by the disciple of Buddhism, breaking his vows over a dish and then trying to bite back at the chef, would certainly go down in history.

"I didn’t say that, you compelled me!" the disciple of Buddhism said. "Besides, you just admitted that you placed an incantation in the dish!"

"Did I?" Sun Wukong looked at the onlooking Immortal Officials. "Everyone, please tell me, when did I say that I put an incantation in it?"

The Immortal Officials naturally took Sun Wukong’s side and immediately chimed in.

"No, Chef Wukong clearly said that even if he did cast an incantation, does it mean that the willpower of the monks of Buddhism is so poor, and even their hearing is defective?"

It wasn’t that they were truly siding with Sun Wukong; they had been present from the beginning to the end and hadn’t seen Sun Wukong cast any incantation.

Indeed, the idea that Sun Wukong cast an incantation in the dish just to make them break their vows was absurd and made no sense at all.

"I— are you group of Immortal Officials really going to cover for him like this?" the disciple of Buddhism, unable to argue with them, directed his plea towards the Immortal Officials.

"What’s the problem? What are we covering up?" an Immortal Official said. "There are ten monks and eight have broken their vows, while we are only five Immortal Officials, with five pairs of eyes and ears, and we’ve been watching and listening the whole time. It’s surprising that you, who usually appear so meticulous, are actually like dogs behind the scenes, biting without reason and defying logic."

"Yeah, I’m not holding back either. Now let me lay it out for you. Though Chef Wukong might have cast an incantation on that dish, as you claim, fixating on it, he didn’t curse you with malice, right? Whether you eat or not is still up to you."

The point was accurate—whether to eat was still a personal choice. Ultimately, it was the disciples of Buddhism who couldn’t control themselves.

Blaming heaven or earth was useless after eating the dish; what awaited them was much more than the simple ruin of their reputations.

The long-maintained reputation of Buddhism might be destroyed right here by them, and with the Buddha Ancestor’s reprimand, what awaited them could only be worse.

"Oh, right."

Sun Wukong, who had been watching the dispute, suddenly spoke up.

Everyone’s attention turned to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong said, "I gathered you all here to reveal the name of the dish, but things happened so suddenly, I was preoccupied with handling the matters at hand and, indeed, forgot about the most important thing."

"Chef Wukong, please speak, we’re all waiting for the name of this dish."

The Immortal Official suddenly left behind the nonchalance of moments before as if all the previous affairs had never occurred, as though the sole reason for his waiting was to hear this dish’s name.

Sun Wukong couldn’t care less about other issues and slowly articulated the name of the dish, "The name of this dish is, ’Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’."

This pronouncement was a blow to the Buddhist disciples present, for they had resigned themselves, ready to accept the sanctions from the Buddha Ancestor, yet the dish was actually named thus.

"Just as I thought! All this was indeed your doing!" The disciple burst forth, ready to lunge at Sun Wukong, but was pressed back down.

"With a name like that, you still dare say that enticing us to break our vows wasn’t your doing!"

The Immortal Sect was also taken aback by the name of the dish; no one had anticipated it would bear such a name.

No wonder Sun Wukong did not announce the dish’s name in the grand hall earlier but chose to wait until this moment to reveal it, seemingly waiting for this exact instant.

This move of the Buddhist disciple jumping over the wall had indeed lived up to the dish’s name, ’Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’.

However, on reflection, the dish indeed was worthy of the name ’Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’.

But upon further contemplation, when Sun Wukong served this dish earlier, he must have already known a situation like this could arise, so were they correct in their unwavering support of Sun Wukong?

Since Sun Wukong chose to reveal it now, he must have anticipated the reactions of these Immortal Officials.

However, their opinions were of no consequence to his plan; Sun Wukong was indifferent to their views.

An Immortal Official, unable to suppress his curiosity, asked, "Chef Wukong, given this dish’s name, did you anticipate that the disciples of Buddhism would partake of it?"

"What? Are you suspecting me with such a question?" Sun Wukong looked at the inquiring Immortal Official, his gaze open and forthright—others could not tell if it was composure or confidence that filled his expression.

This forthrightness made the questioning Immortal Official doubt himself. Could it be that Sun Wukong truly knew nothing at all?

"I didn’t mean that, it’s just that the name of the dish is really... Surely I’m not the only one with such concerns, perhaps others here share this sentiment, right?"

The Immortal Official looked around, but none dared to directly respond to his words; they were still gauging Sun Wukong’s reaction.

"Is that so? But I think, since you could ask such a question, you must also have considered that I, old Sun, would be angered, right?" Sun Wukong said with a smile to the Immortal Official.

When Sun Wukong smiled, he was generally easy to talk to, and sometimes, one could even make a joke or two with him.

But this time, although he was smiling, there was not a trace of warmth in his expression, let alone jokes, and the atmosphere was so tense no one dared to breathe too loudly.

"No, it’s my fault for speaking out of turn; please don’t be angry, Chef Wukong. If you’re angry, I’ll stop asking," the Immortal Official said.

Seeing that no Immortal Officials came forward to join him, this Immortal Official naturally didn’t dare to probe too deeply.

After all, if Sun Wukong was truly provoked, they might end up with the same fate as the Buddhist disciple.