"Keep it down, don't go calling him 'baldy.' Just in case..." Mu Zha advised.
The Black Bear Spirit dismissed it, "Just in case what? Last time was a coincidence when he bumped into us. I don't even curse him once a year, I don't believe it. If I suddenly call him 'baldy,' can he just pop out of nowhere? If you ask me, you're just being too cautious..."
The Black Bear Spirit hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a carriage fell from the sky, and then a dazzling bald head appeared in front of the Black Bear Spirit.
Seeing the bald head before him, the Black Bear Spirit, quivering lips, raised his paw, "Hi..."
"Bodhisattva, this bear has a fate with this humble monk, may I borrow him for a while?" Tang Sanzang asked the Goddess of Mercy.
The Goddess of Mercy glanced at the pitiful Black Bear Spirit begging for help and said, "Return him in the evening."
"All right!"
