Diving rabbits

Chen Nuo had transmigrated to the Primordial World and surprisingly opened a shop right next to Patriarch Bodhi’s Taoist temple.
Unexpectedly, the first visitor wasn’t Patriarch Bodhi, but a monkey, who traded three strands of its fur for a plate of egg-fried rice, then its eyes emitted golden lights!
From then on, there was no more Great Sage Equalling Heaven Sun Wukong, only the Godly Chef Sun Wukong!
Buddhism was utterly baffled, what was this situation, where was my Journey to the West, where was the grand flourishing of Buddhism?
Haotian was utterly baffled, "Fuck, where is everyone? How come there’s no one in the vast Heavenly Court?"
The immortals: "Who’s still in Heavenly Court now? Of course, we’re all going to eat!"

Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!

"Maitreya Buddha Ancestor from Buddhism had actually broken his precept to eat meat for this banquet." 


Describe the indescribable through comparison!


Weaver Girl's mouth slightly agape, she was astounded—wasn't Buddhism strictly against the consumption of meat?


This was a rule known throughout the Three Realms, yet the more sensational news wasn't just this.


"Maitreya Buddha Ancestor even traded three nine-thousand-year-old Flat Peaches for nine tables of dishes, think about that."


Weaver Girl's face was a picture of disbelief—had she heard wrong?


To trade three nine-thousand-year-old Flat Peaches for nine tables' worth of banquet dishes, could this really be the act of a sane person?


Though it was unbelievable, Weaver Girl chose to believe it—there was no reason for Nezha to trick her over such a matter.


It indeed was somewhat fantastical however, if you look at it from the other way around...


Chapter 147: The Crystal Ball is about to develop a patina