After a night had passed, dawn approached. Thick clouds gathered at the edge of the sky, blanketing all of Centipede Ridge, and the land sank once more into darkness.
"Crack... crack..." Distant thunder rolled over, sounding especially heavy in the darkness.
"Thunder?" The little novice monk, who had been sleeping soundly beside Fairy Jing, was instantly jolted awake by the thunder. Looking around, he jumped in fright. It was almost as though he had forgotten that he had fallen asleep outside the temple last night. "Madam Benefactor, hurry down the mountain and take shelter from the rain!"
Naturally, the little novice could not see how many dense clouds filled the sky. He merely reminded Fairy Jing based on instinct.
Fairy Jing paid him no heed and remained seated there without saying a word.
The little novice did not dare delay. He hurried into the temple, and before long, Jiandong rushed out with several monks. Each held bamboo poles, oilcloth, and other such items. The monks looked quite practiced; in only a moment, they had set up a simple tent to shelter Fairy Jing. Seeing the strong wind rise and blow the oilcloth somewhat crooked, its foundation was nevertheless sturdy, and it was not in danger of being swept away.
Jiandong opened his mouth, intending to say something, but seeing Fairy Jing remain silent, he shut it again. The little novice first stood inside the tent for a while, seemingly intending to keep Fairy Jing company, but before long, he began trembling slightly in fear.
Fairy Jing rarely smiled, but she gave a faint one now. "You should go back. I will be fine here."
"No!" Little novice Chongxi gritted his teeth. "Madam Benefactor came to our Chenghui Temple as a guest. Though we cannot let Madam Benefactor enter the temple