"Stop playing dumb, you monkey. Tell me, is all of this your doing?" The Buddhist disciple was already convinced, by the look on Sun Wukong's face, that everything since the Buddhist feast was within his expectations.
The Immortal Officials felt quite puzzled by the disciple's furious outburst, looking back and forth between Sun Wukong and the Buddhist disciple, failing to grasp the meaning.
"Chef Wukong, what does this mean? Why are they accusing you of scheming? What scheme?"
Sun Wukong opened his palms, "I really don't know, I just guessed their identities and they accused me of scheming. I still don't understand what has happened."
"You're lying, monkey! This was all premeditated by you since that dish. You did it on purpose, you wanted to deceive us into eating it!"
If Sun Wukong hadn't been surrounded by a host of Immortal Officials, the Buddhist disciple probably would have already charged over and torn him to pieces.
