The superstitious steward peeked out with half his face, eyeing Ye Chen uncertainly.
"Can you really help us?"
"Don't worry. As long as we can stay here for a night or two, we'll take care of that Pig Demon for you." Ye Chen patted his chest as he assured him.
"You! How did you know we were troubled by a Pig Demon? Could it be—could it be that you're Kami? Has Heaven finally opened its eyes and sent you immortals down to save us?"
The gatekeeper saw that Ye Chen had hit the nail on the head about their troubles and assumed they were Kami who had descended from Heaven.
"Hmph. Those Kami in the skies only know how to drink and make merry, enjoying themselves. Why would they bother with the trivial affairs of you mortals?" Ye Chen scoffed. Then he continued, "I'm no Kami, just an ordinary man. But my senior brother is the real deal. You should know that he once served as Bimawen in the Heavenly Court."
Ye Chen smiled as he spoke to the gatekeeper, then glanced toward Sun Wukong. How could Sun Wukong not have heard him? He was glaring furiously at Ye Chen, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
The gatekeeper was utterly confused. He'd never heard of Bimawen, but the moment he heard the word "Kami," he naturally dared not treat them carelessly.
He was just about to usher Ye Chen inside when he suddenly remembered something. Then he leaned toward Ye Chen and asked quietly,
"Young man, did you happen to see a monk with a hairy face and Thunder-god Jaws? He was shouting at the gate just now. When I opened it, I was nearly scared out of my wits. I reckon that Pig Demon called him in