After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

"Master, wait a moment, watch me!" Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, and without any visible movement, he reappeared in front of the tightly closed mountain gate.

He didn't knock on the door, but simply slammed the golden cudgel in his hand onto the ground.

A muffled thud, yet resonant, seemed to strike the very foundation of Baolin Temple, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly. The faint chanting within the temple paused momentarily.

The gatekeeper monk shuddered in fright and quickly peeked through the crack in the door. He saw that the hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed monk had returned and was looking at the mountain gate with a half-smile. The iron rod in his hand looked terrifying.

"Listen up, you bald monks inside!" Sun Wukong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated the wooden door and echoed throughout the front yard. "If you don't open the door now, and properly receive my master, don't blame me for my golden cudgel being blind and smashing your damn royal temple to a pile of white dust! Then we'll see if your Buddha can piece the tiles back together for you, one by one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slightly raised the golden cudgel in his hand and pointed it at the empty space of the mountain gate.

"Snap!"

Above the mountain gate, a plaque inscribed with "Baolin Temple" suddenly cracked open. Although it did not fall off, the crack carried a strong sense of intimidation.

The monk behind the door was so frightened that he scrambled to report.

Before long, the mountain gate creaked open and hurriedly came open. The arrogant monk official from before rushed out, his face now devoid of any of his previous disdain, only filled with fear and obsequiousness, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He bowed repeatedly to Tang Sanzang and his disciples, especially Sun Wukong who was carrying his staff: "Holy Monk, please forgive me! Holy Monk, please forgive me! This humble monk was blind and did not recognize you, unaware that a holy monk from the Eastern Land had graced us with his presence. I beg your forgiveness for my neglect! Please come in, please come in! The meditation room is already prepared, and the vegetarian meal will be served immediately!"

As he spoke, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow with his sleeve, his eyes constantly glancing at Sun Wukong and his golden cudgel, as if afraid that this man might really tear down the temple if he got angry.

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang sighed inwardly, but did not want to cause any more trouble. He simply chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

Pigsy grunted smugly, swaggering inside with his belly protruding: "That's more like it! If only you'd been this sensible earlier! Prepare plenty of vegetarian food, and make sure there are steamed buns! Preferably meat... oh no, vegetarian, vegetarian!"

Sha Wujing silently picked up the load and followed.

Bai Yeying squatted on Sun Wukong's head, watching the monk official's comical behavior of going from arrogant to obsequious. She laughed so hard her little body trembled, and she tugged at Sun Wukong's hair with her paws: "Great Sage, you're mighty! Look how scared he is, his face has turned white!"

Sun Wukong snorted, shouldered his staff, and strode into the mountain gate. As he passed the monk official, he glanced at him sideways with his golden eyes, which made the monk official tremble again and almost collapse to the ground.

"Take good care of them, and if there is the slightest negligence..." Sun Wukong didn't finish his sentence, but just weighed the golden cudgel in his hand.

"No, no, absolutely not! Elder Sun, rest assured! This humble monk will arrange everything perfectly!"

The monk bowed and scraped, personally leading the way and inviting the master and his disciples to the best meditation hall in the temple. He then hurriedly instructed the monks to prepare the finest vegetarian meals and fragrant tea.

From the eaves, Nezha took in the entire scene below.

Seeing Bai Yeying laughing and rolling around on Sun Wukong's head, seeing the monk official so frightened that he wet himself, and seeing Sun Wukong's arrogant and self-righteous demeanor.

He crossed his arms, his red robes fluttering slightly in the evening breeze. His beautiful phoenix eyes reflected the gradually lighting up of the temple below, their gaze revealing a range of emotions.

But when he saw Bai Yeying's little paws affectionately grabbing Sun Wukong's hair, smiling so broadly that her eyes were almost closed, he pursed his lips slightly.

He then looked away, gazing at the twilight sky in the distance.

The night is getting darker.

Bai Yeying jumped down from Sun Wukong's head, transformed back into human form, and ate a vegetarian meal with Tang Sanzang and his disciples. After listening to them discuss entering the city the next day to exchange travel documents, she found an excuse to slip out of the temple.

She navigated the path familiarly to the pavilion, and with a light leap, she nimbly ascended onto the eaves.

"Third Prince!" she called softly, her eyes crinkling as she approached the red-clad boy standing quietly on the eaves.

Nezha turned his head to the side, the evening breeze ruffling a few strands of hair on his forehead, making his phoenix eyes appear somewhat deep in the night. He didn't respond, but simply looked at her.

"It was quite a scene down there!" Bai Yeying began to recount with great interest, "That monk was incredibly attentive afterward, and the vegetarian meal was lavish. The Great Sage just casually scared him a little, and he..."

"I know," Nezha interrupted her, his voice low. "I saw it all."

Bai Yeying blinked, noticing that he seemed rather uninterested. She thought for a moment, then sat down next to him, gently nudging his arm with her shoulder: "What's wrong? Are you... bored while waiting?"

"No." Nezha denied it quickly, but his gaze remained fixed on the dark outline of the mountains in the distance.

"Oh~" Bai Yeying drawled, her eyes darting around. She reached out and subtly hooked his fingers, which were hanging at his sides. "So~ where do we go next?"

The sensation from his fingertips made Nezha's fingers twitch slightly. He didn't pull away, but instead subconsciously pulled his fingers together, gathering the restless finger in his palm.

Bai Yeying chuckled inwardly, but did not pull her hand away.

"You don't want to watch anymore?" Nezha finally turned to look at her, his eyes unreadable.

"I want to see it! But I'd rather stay with you."

Nezha's heart skipped a beat because of those words.

The night provided the perfect cover, and the slight blush on his ears was quietly swallowed by the darkness. He didn't speak immediately, but simply held her hand completely in his.

"Come with me?" he repeated, his voice rising slightly at the end. "Is it because it's windy up there and you're bored, or is it because the monkey down below is too busy to look after you, that's why you remembered to come find me?"

The words were sarcastic, and even Nezha himself was taken aback when he said them, then turned his face away in annoyance. This wasn't like something he would say.

Bai Yeying didn't pay attention to his tone. Instead, she moved even closer and looked up at him. In the moonlight, her almond-shaped eyes reflected starlight, clear and pure, without a trace of impurity.

"How could that be?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of aggrieved coquettishness: "I've been thinking about you all this time~" She shook their clasped hands, with a touch of ingratiation.

Nezha felt a little uncomfortable and tickled by her words: "Stop being so mushy."

He complained, but he didn't loosen his grip on her hand; instead, he tightened it even more. The night breeze blew through the eaves, lifting a few strands of hair and brushing against their closely pressed shoulders.

Bai Yeying smiled with her lips pursed, not exposing him, and quietly sat against him for a while.

"Third Prince," she suddenly spoke softly, breaking the silence, "what do you think this calamity will be like for the Kingdom of Wuji?"

Nezha glanced at her, knowing her silence wouldn't last long: "Want to know?"

"Mmm!" Bai Yeying nodded immediately, looking at him.

She wasn't unaware of this; she just wanted to find a topic to talk about.

Nezha's gaze fell upon the dimly lit depths of the temple below, his voice clear yet tinged with detachment in the night breeze: "I don't know the specifics, I only know it's related to Manjushri Bodhisattva."

Many of the calamities on the journey to the West were orchestrated by the Heavenly Court and the Western Regions, and the incident in Wuji Kingdom was no exception. However, he had no intention of telling Bai Yeying too much about these things; she only needed to happily watch the spectacle unfold.