As long as the monster arrived, he wasn't afraid that the demon could escape from the palm of his hand.
After the chilly wind passed, suddenly there came the scent of orchids and the jingling of sash ornaments.
Sun Wukong quickly turned around and sneakily took a glance, only to see a stunningly beautiful, delicate little beauty, sashaying in with her slender waist, none other than the White-Furred Mouse Spirit.
Sun Wukong quickly turned back, pretending not to have seen anything, and continued silently reciting scriptures.
The evil spirit lightly stepped forward, entered the hall, and suddenly embraced Sun Wukong from behind, giggling, "Little Elder, what scriptures are you reciting so late into the night?"
Sun Wukong replied softly, "This disciple before Buddha has vowed to finish, no matter how late it gets."
The evil spirit stretched out a hand to turn Sun Wukong around and, upon seeing his face clearly, said with a smile, "What a handsome little monk!"
