klisemfg Chapter 556 Disrupting the Peach Banquet
Chapter 556 Disrupting the Peach Banquet
The Supreme Sage looked dejectedly at the ruins of the Tushita Palace.
Something just doesn't feel right.
The calculations clearly indicated that only the alchemy furnace was facing a calamity, so how come the entire palace is now also facing a calamity?
He looked at the pitch-black monkey and felt resentful: Yang Jiao, look at the monkey you raised!
This morning, the Supreme Sage also performed a divination, and it was found that the fortune of the Journey to the West calamity is getting weaker and weaker, and there are signs of instability.
Before he could even rejoice, his own Tushita Palace suffered the consequences.
He was so angry he was practically fuming, completely lacking any semblance of composure or tranquility.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn huddled behind the Green Ox, acting like quails.
Sun Wukong blinked, blinded by the black smoke. He was still clutching the purple-gold gourd he had just taken out in one hand, while waving his other hand haphazardly in front of his eyes. His hairy face was covered in ash.
"Cough cough... This furnace isn't making good pills, it's making my eyes water." Sun Wukong stomped his feet.
"You impudent monkey," the Supreme Sage snorted.
He stepped forward to see exactly how his alchemy room had been ruined.
That monkey was quite sensible.
He raised his hand and bowed respectfully to the Supreme Sage, speaking with obvious familiarity:
“My sage, I’ve long heard that your elixirs are effective, so I’ve asked for some to take with me.”
If it weren't for the fact that this was Yang Jiao's monkey, the Supreme Sage would have wanted to capture Sun Wukong and train him.
In the entire Three Realms, who would dare to take the elixir of immortality from his territory?
"Humph."
The Supreme Sage hurriedly went into the alchemy room for a quick look, and when he came out again, his face was already sullen.
The alchemy room was filled with smoke and filth, and was a scene of devastation.
If it weren't for the Supreme Sage who began preparing for today decades ago, who knows how much more would have been lost.
"You mischievous monkey, you mischievous monkey, you truly are worthy of being raised by Yang Jiao."
Upon hearing his sister's name, Sun Wukong's last bit of shyness vanished, and he moved even closer to the Supreme Sage, asking, "You know my sister too?"
Sun Wukong's dusty paws landed unceremoniously on the Supreme Sage's arm.
"These pills were begged for my sister to take."
Upon hearing this, the arrogance of the Supreme Sage subsided.
He cursed under his breath: "What a rascal who only knows how to be grateful."
He borrowed his elixir to present to Yang Jiao.
Sun Wukong, recalling the Green Ox's earlier awkwardness, tried to soothe himself against the Supreme Sage's chest in a fawning manner.
As she followed his hand, she noticed a trail of black marks on his shirt. Feeling guilty, she withdrew her hand and her eyes darted around.
But in that brief moment, he felt his sleeve being pulled open.
Looking down, he asked suspiciously:
"Sage, what are you putting in my sleeve?"
Sun Wukong carefully discerned the scent with his nose and could only smell a purer fragrance of elixirs.
He pretended to turn his face away.
The man and the monkey began to understand each other implicitly.
The Supreme Sage whispered instructions to Wukong:
"Tonight is the Peach Banquet. Take some down to your sister while things are in chaos."
Sun Wukong kept nodding.
Before I came to heaven to become an official, my sister had already said that I wouldn't amount to much in this great calamity, so I should just grab as much as I could.
at night.
The entire Lingxiao Palace was ablaze with light, and the immortals huddled together, toasting and exchanging drinks.
On the table were enormous peaches.
There was no 9,000-year-old peach as legend has it; a 6,000-year-old peach would be enough to broaden their horizons.
As the Jade Emperor listened to Taibai Jinxing's report, his brows twitched almost imperceptibly, a smile he concealed as he drank.
He asked in a low voice:
"Has he gone to the West to report back?"
Venus nodded:
"Your Majesty, we have informed the Buddha that the person chosen to face the tribulation in the Western Journey has been determined."
For more than a decade, Duobao and Dipankara fought fiercely for control of Buddhism in the West. In the end, Dipankara was no match for Duobao and abdicated, becoming an ancient Buddha. Buddhism was then taken over by Duobao, who changed his name to Tathagata.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were focused on helping Yang Jiao find the God-Slaying Spear and didn't have time to seize territory.
After all, they were only fighting for the position of sect leader, while Yang Jiao wanted to fight for the entire world.
The two were still weighing their priorities.
Moreover, Master Yun Zhongzi's Fallen Saint Pill has been refined, making it easy for him to reclaim Buddhism.
The Heavenly Court was bustling with activity at this moment.
Looking at everything that had been arranged, Venus lowered his eyes and asked the Jade Emperor:
"I still don't understand why we have to give Buddhism so much face?"
The Jade Emperor lowered his hand and uttered something cryptic and ambiguous:
"Jiao'er doesn't have enough time. Let's stall for as long as possible. We also need to help with the unpredictable changes."
Even though Venus didn't understand the deeper meaning, he bowed and stepped aside without asking any more questions.
The so-called variables are beyond the comprehension of someone at the level of Venus.
However, judging from his long service to His Majesty, it's not hard to see that the great calamity of the Journey to the West has come too quickly, and the young prince is not yet fully confident that he can resolve it.
His Majesty is sending Curtain-Roller and Heavenly Canopy to cut off the source of the great calamity, delaying it for as long as possible.
I've heard that Buddhism has already selected many people to embark on the pilgrimage; it remains to be seen how many these two, Juanlian and Tianpeng, can stop them.
Even if all else fails, how could the Jade Emperor, as the ruler of the Three Realms, allow the Daoist Ancestor to grow Buddhism into a threat to the Heavenly Court? After planting his own people in the Journey to the West, he could also divide the Buddhist forces.
At this moment, all the gods and immortals in the Heavenly Court were at the Peach Banquet.
Inside the palace, the female immortals, led by the fairy Chang'e, danced gracefully, their flowing sleeves and elegant figures captivating the eye.
General Curtain-Roller secretly approached Marshal Tianpeng and whispered:
"Did the Star Lord tell you about this plan?"
Marshal Tianpeng's eyes were filled only with a thirst for power; he didn't even glance at the dancing fairy. "I've already said, the signal will be when you smash the cup."
After he finished speaking, he was still somewhat uneasy: "Roller Curtain, why do you think His Majesty arranged for the two of us to descend to the mortal realm?"
The general who rolled up the curtain immediately turned from joy to sorrow, his face full of grief as he uttered:
"They probably think we're experienced in undercover work..."
They're familiar with this matter.
There are advantages to being an undercover agent.
Flexible hours, job retention.
All the benefits were still there, plus an extra subsidy.
Marshal Tianpeng covered his face tightly, and through his fingers he saw the monkey dressed in a majestic outfit, holding a wine jug in his hand, half-drunk and half-awake, stuffing peaches into his chest.
Their movements were furtive and secretive.
General Rolling Curtain said urgently:
Why did he switch from robbing to stealing?
The instructions they received were to wait for Sun Wukong to disrupt the Peach Banquet, then take the opportunity to make mistakes and be demoted to the mortal realm to pave the way for the Journey to the West's great tribulation. But now that the monkey is no longer causing trouble, how can the plan be stuck here?
Sun Wukong was preoccupied with sneaking around under the table, rummaging for peaches.
Marshal Tianpeng knew that if things continued like this, they would not find a legitimate reason to commit a crime and descend to the mortal realm, so he gave General Juanlian a look.
Upon receiving the command, General Rolling Curtain declared with boundless pride, "Watch me smash the cup as the signal!"
Standing in the hall, he raised the glass cup high.
With a snap, it shattered.
But the gods in the entire hall were chatting so enthusiastically that they didn't hear anything.
He stood there helplessly.
"Smash the cup as a signal!"
pat.
Another cup broke.
There was still no movement.
"Smash the cup as a signal!"
"Smash the cup as a signal!"
"Smash the cup as a signal!"
A layer of debris had already piled up at his feet, but his attention was still not on him.
General Curtain-Roller found it hard to believe that his status among the immortals was so transparent.
Seeing this, Marshal Tianpeng downed a pot of wine and sighed, "Sister Chang'e, I'm sorry."
After saying that, he suddenly rushed towards Chang'e, who was dancing.
"what!"
A commotion erupted.
The immortals in the hall finally focused their attention on this place, and, in great fear, pointed at Marshal Tianpeng and began to rebuke him.
The scene suddenly descended into chaos.
When Sun Wukong saw this, he stopped pretending. Just now, when he stole peaches, he only stuffed them into his clothes, but now he directly pulled out a large sack and started stuffing them in.
Seeing Marshal Tianpeng working so hard, General Rolling Curtain was not to be outdone, and smashed the glass cup even more skillfully.
It has been quite effective in relieving the grievances of the working class.
The old woman, who was in charge of rolling up the curtain, threw a bowl and smashed 18,000 cups.
The two people and the monkey caused chaos at the Peach Banquet.
Venus stood up and began to roar:
"Take them down! Banish them all to the mortal realm!"
After roaring, Venus winked at Tianpeng and Juanlian, who had already been captured, and whispered:
"Be smart after you go down there. Stop all the pilgrims. The compensation that Heaven is due to give you will be delivered to you every year."
"Guards! Stop that monkey right now!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the heavenly soldiers and generals stationed at the South Heavenly Gate swarmed out.
Sun Wukong picked the one he disliked the most and gave him a good beating, finally trampling Li Jing, who wanted to make a name for himself, under his feet.
"With such a large group of people, I, Old Sun, can't stand you at first glance."
Having already filled a sack with peaches, Sun Wukong hoisted the sack onto his shoulder, turned around, summoned his somersault cloud, and ran off.
Their speed was so fast that Nezha and Yang Jian were quite envious.
Beneath Yang Jian's thick eyelashes were eyes as dark as ink. "He must have gone to find my sister!"
A sense of eager anticipation welled up in Nezha's eyes:
"How about... we take this opportunity to go down to the lower realm?"