Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 98 Nezha Visits the Weaver Girl Palace
"I wonder which venerable one is willing to go?" Tathagata glanced at the Buddhas and spoke.
As soon as these words were uttered, the Buddhas stopped talking. Attending the Flat Peach Feast was a grand and opportune event.
However, due to the monkey’s Havoc in Heaven, this time’s feast would certainly be a fruitless endeavor, and only a fool would take on such an unwarranted role!
Seeing the Buddhas fall silent, Tathagata sneered inwardly, sure enough, none could be relied upon. Why not let Guanyin or Samantabhadra go instead?
But just as the thought arose, it was dismissed by Tathagata.
After all, these few were continuously busy with the affairs of Buddhism; it was clear this was no good matter. How could he send them?
However, currently, there were only a few in Buddhism that could be given orders, and the obedient Arhats below were not qualified to attend.
Who exactly should be sent?
Buddhism was so vast, yet Tathagata felt as if there was no one he could use.
What a headache!
As he worried, Tathagata’s attention was suddenly drawn to a figure in the great hall that seemed extremely plump and leisurely, completely out of sync with the current atmosphere.
"Maitreya Buddha, would you be willing to represent Buddhism and attend the Flat Peach Feast in Heavenly Court?" Tathagata asked.
Maitreya, who was pondering what vegetarian delight to eat today, was jolted back to reality by the question.
But as a Quasi-Saint, even without paying attention, he knew what had transpired.
With a wry smile, he replied, "Very well."
Since the Divine Enthronement, Buddhism could be said to be a mixture of fish and dragons, and as a native disciple, he truly lacked any real power.
The Future Buddha?
It was but a pretense.
The future, when exactly can one be deemed the future?
He was no more than a nominal one of the three great Buddha Ancestors, and when it truly came down to it, he was not even comparable to Dipankara, who had been a Buddha Ancestor before.
With a soft sigh, he took it as a chance to stretch his limbs.
But, to use a Flat Peach Feast to establish the monkey’s fame was truly a waste.
What a fine feast it was, a gross waste of heaven’s treasures!
Tathagata nodded and announced to the great hall, "The one to go to Heavenly Court has been decided, it will be Maitreya Buddha." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"Maitreya Buddha is truly deserving of being our future Buddha, so perceptive of the bigger picture!"
"Alas, my Buddhist heart is not as resolute as that of the Future Buddha, but had the Future Buddha hesitated even a moment just now, I would have been compelled by duty!"
As things settled, the great hall buzzed with activity again.
In the Heavenly Court, the Weaver Girl Palace.
The palace maids were lined up, each holding some silk fabrics in their hands in front of the palace gate, queuing to deliver fine garments into the palace.
This was the Weaver Girl Palace indeed!
Nezha murmured to himself as he looked at the palace ahead which was not very grand, but won in its exquisiteness.
Although he was prone to mischief, he had never been to this place because he considered it women’s territory.
Nezha hopped and skipped, ignoring the queue and barged to the front.
The maids were pushed aside, feeling a hint of anger, but upon recognizing who it was, they were stunned.
"All hail to the Third Prince," the maids immediately greeted him.
This was a Great God of Heavenly Court; they could not afford to be reckless.
Nezha nodded somewhat absentmindedly.
Knowing it was Nezha, those in front also made way; still, everyone wondered what Nezha was doing in such a place.
He reached the inner chambers smoothly without obstruction, where the setup was anything but complicated.
A single massive loom stood there, where silk threads were processed into fabrics by the operation of the loom, flowing out like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.
Atop the loom, a pair of delicate, slender, and flawless jade hands worked diligently.
Nezha followed those graceful arms upwards, becoming somewhat dazed, beholding an ethereal beauty, utterly immaculate.
Her features gentle and refined, a mere glance could calm one’s mind and spirit.
The girl noticed Nezha’s arrival as well.
With a soft smile, she asked in a gentle voice, "May I ask what brings the Third Prince here?"
Her voice was melodious like a feather gently brushing against Nezha’s heart.
In a jolt, Nezha collected his thoughts and looked at the girl’s tender face, which bore a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and he felt a bit awkward.
He had planned to sneak a skirt out after entering the palace, but who could have expected to come face to face with the Weaver Girl so inexplicably?
"Ahem, I came to inspect the work," Nezha coughed and pretended to look very serious.
The Weaver Girl chuckled, covering her mouth with her delicate hand.
"Isn’t the Great God of the Three Altars of the Seas supposed to subdue demons? Since when did you start overseeing the internal affairs of the pavilion?"
"The young master is tired, I’m considering changing my official position," Nezha quickly replied, making up lies without batting an eyelid.
The Weaver Girl didn’t speak, but continued to look at Nezha with a smiling gaze.
Eventually, Nezha felt somewhat embarrassed by the look and blurted out boisterously, "I’m just joking with you."
"I, the young master, am looking to change into some imposing armor."
As Nezha was speaking, his eyes drifted towards the racks that displayed skirts hanging all around.
"Armor?" The Weaver Girl laughed lightly, "I’m afraid the Third Prince has come to the wrong place."
"What I have here are only silken garments."
Scratching his head, Nezha said, "That’s fine, as long as it’s domineering."
Nezha gestured wildly as he described what he wanted.
The Weaver Girl shook her head gently, her hair swaying at her temples.
"I think that with the Third Prince’s appearance, it wouldn’t be suitable."
That comment left Nezha somewhat displeased, what did she mean by him not suiting domineering clothes?
Wasn’t Nezha’s reputation enough to make the Demon Clan tremble? Wasn’t that domineering?
Just as he was about to argue, he heard the Weaver Girl say something shocking, "I think that the Third Prince would suit a skirt."
Nezha: ???
Damn it!
A jolt went through Nezha’s heart, was his idea found out?
He nervously looked at the Weaver Girl’s face, but saw only sincerity in her eyes, without any teasing intention.
"I’ve been studying textile art for quite some time now, and what kind of person suits what kind of skirt is something I couldn’t understand better."
"Someone with a good figure like the Third Prince, and also so petite, couldn’t be more perfect for skirts."
The Weaver Girl smiled, her graceful hand beckoning, and a skirt appeared before Nezha’s eyes.
In her hands, she held it up against Nezha’s body, evaluating it critically.
"Hmm, indeed, my eye is the best, this skirt would be even better if it were a bit smaller."
Nezha’s attention had been caught from the moment the Weaver Girl brought out the skirt.
He, having passively activated the ’Female Attire Pavilion’ divine skill, could immediately see the high-ranking attributes shining brightly on it.
If he wore that skirt, the effect would surely double.
As he was daydreaming, Nezha suddenly felt something fluttering in front of his eyes.
Quickly, he came back to his senses.
He could only slowly withdraw his hand and said with a smile, "How about it, Third Prince, do you like it?"
Of course, I like it... my ass!
Nezha’s face reddened, and he hurriedly swallowed the words that were about to escape his lips.
With a snort, he stated proudly, "I, the young master, demand a piece of clothing that’s brimming with domineering presence, and if you won’t make it, I’m not leaving today!"
Nezha stated this, throwing a bit of a tantrum.
Seeing Nezha like this, the Weaver Girl didn’t get angry. Instead, she found him rather cute and helplessly shook her head, saying, "It’s a pity the Third Prince isn’t a girl. Alright, I will make it for the Third Prince, but I have other garments to rush here, please come back in a few days?"
With that, the Weaver Girl gracefully stepped onto the loom.
