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"Meat dishes?"
Sun Wukong's heart skipped a beat, and he scratched his head, "Master, you know we don't eat meat in Buddhism!"
Chen Nuo was indifferent, "But isn't there someone who ate meat, like Maitreya at the Flat Peach Banquet? He must not have missed out on hotpot, right?"
"Master, you know?" Sun Wukong looked at Chen Nuo in surprise; he had heard it from the Immortal Attendants later.
Maitreya actually ate the dishes from ten tables, without distinguishing between meat and vegetables.
As a Buddhist, to break the precepts so casually was beyond his expectations.
Seeing Maitreya's pure heart in his pursuit of food, he had let him eat in the Imperial Kitchen, but he had underestimated Maitreya's appetite. After going out, he even ate from another ten tables. Such an appetite, he could only admire.
"He's even gained Divine Skills from eating hotpot, how could I not know?" Chen Nuo rolled his eyes.
So that was it.
