Now, Ao Tu and Nezha made a wager.
The two bet on whom Wukong would first invite down to the mortal realm to subdue the demon.
Each bet on himself.
Meanwhile, Wukong arrived at Yaochi and finally met Tathagata Buddha.
Having been through many things, Wukong had become quite tactful. Rather than disturb the assembly, he bowed respectfully and entered, approached the Buddha, recounted the trials he had encountered, and asked about the Yellow-Browed Old Demon's origins.
After hearing him out, Tathagata Buddha said to Wukong, "Wukong, I already know that monster's origins. He and that Demon Dragon should indeed be considered fellow disciples, but he does not come from my school."
Wukong said, "In that case, please enlighten me about that monster's origins, Buddha, so Old Sun can seek out his master."
But Tathagata Buddha shook his head. "Wukong, I cannot speak of this."
Puzzled, Wukong asked, "Why can't you?"
Tathagata Buddha said, "All the gods are here. If I speak of it in public, I fear it may stir up trouble. Once the assembly is over, I will tell you that demon's origins."
Hearing this, Wukong could not help pondering.
That monster's origins were so extraordinary that even the Buddha feared stirring up trouble by revealing them in public?
In that case, there seemed to be only a handful of possibilities.
Wukong swept his gaze over the gods, finally resting it on Taishang Laojun.
Could this old fellow have sent someone down to harm me again? Wukong thought.
At that moment, Ao Tu and Nezha were watching Wukong to see whom he would ask to descend and help him.
Then they saw Wukong head straight toward Taishang Laojun.
They exchanged a glance, both utterly astonished.
Since neither had guessed correctly, each drank three penalty cups.
Wukong walked up