In the end, the Great Sage broke the rules.

Chapter 137 Rescuing a Little Dumpling

On this day, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows. The master and his disciples walked slowly, and it seemed they were about to leave the dense forest.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats echoed all around, accompanied by the heart-wrenching cries of a child, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

Jiang Liuer stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowed, her expression full of confusion: "What's going on? Whose child is crying so bitterly?"

Sun Wukong reacted quickly, leaping onto a large tree in a flash and gazing into the distance in the direction from which the sound came.

Before long, he spotted a group of soldiers in armor, carrying long spears, riding tall horses and galloping menacingly towards the city.

The soldier at the very front of the group was carrying a young child.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong told the others what he had seen.

He then said, "Master, it must be those soldiers who forcibly took someone's child! I'll go and find out."

Having said that, before Jiang Liuer could respond, he dashed out like a bolt of lightning.

He nimbly blocked the path of the soldiers and snatched the kidnapped child from the lead soldier with lightning speed.

He brought the child back.

The child looked to be about seven or eight months old. His little face was red from crying for so long, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

He looked pitifully at the master and his disciples with eyes full of fear and helplessness, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.

When Chen Yi saw this scene, his heart almost melted.

He rushed to Sun Wukong and said, "Great Sage! Quickly, let me hold this child!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong handed the still-crying child in his arms to Chen Yi without hesitation.

Chen Yi carefully and gently hugged the child in her arms, her gentle voice brushing against the child's ear: "Oh dear, little baby, don't cry, be good."

He gently patted the child's back and whispered, "Don't cry, don't cry~ Your brother is here~"

Not long after, something amazing happened: the child, who had been crying so hard that his face was red and he was panting heavily, gradually stopped crying.

The child blinked his big, watery eyes and stared intently at Chen Yi, a naive smile slowly spreading across his face.

Seeing this, Pigsy, who had been observing everything from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a little itchy to join in.

He rubbed his hands together, eager to try, and moved closer to Chen Yi, saying to Chen Yi, "Hehe, little master, look how adorable this little guy is, can I, Old Pig, hold him too?"

Seeing that the child had been soothed and should not cry anymore, Chen smiled and nodded in agreement.

So he slowly raised his arm, preparing to hand the child to Pigsy's broad and sturdy embrace.

However, just as Pigsy reached out his hands to take the child, an unexpected scene unfolded—the child, who had been smiling so brightly just moments before, suddenly changed his expression, opened his mouth, and let out another heart-wrenching wail.

The cries were like a deafening thunderclap, making the surrounding air seem to tremble.

Pigsy's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment and confusion.

Jiang Liuer gently shook his head and said softly, "Bajie, don't frighten the child."

Pigsy retorted unhappily, "Master, you're wrong about that! That little brat wasn't scared at all when he saw me, Old Pig. How could my face frighten him?!"

"But why does he cry like his mother has died when I, Old Pig, reach out to hug him?"

Pigsy couldn't help but touch his chubby face, feeling aggrieved.

Sun Wukong, standing to the side, said gloatingly, "The kid is disgusted with you."

Pigsy retorted without backing down, "Hmph! He must also dislike you, Senior Brother. When you held him just now, he cried so loudly it shook heaven and earth!"

Sun Wukong shrugged, looking completely nonchalant: "So what if I'm afraid?"

It's perfectly normal for children to be afraid of him because of his powerful aura.

The little monk exuded gentleness, so it was only natural for children to be close to him.

Chen Yi ignored the two of them and moved closer to Jiang Liuer, saying with a big smile, "Brother Jiang, do you want to hug him? He's so cute."

Jiang Liuer gently touched the child's face, smiled and shook her head, saying, "No need, I've never held a child before, I'm afraid he'll be uncomfortable."

Chen Yi: "Alright, then I'll carry him and we'll find his parents once we get to the city."

Along the way, the child lay quietly in Chen Yi's arms like a well-behaved little lamb, neither crying nor making a fuss, so obedient that it evoked pity.

When feeding him, he is like an obedient kitten, enjoying his food obediently, which is really worry-free.

However, when it was time for bed at night, Sun Wukong looked rather unhappy, because the little dumpling had taken his spot.

Sun Wukong stretched out his finger and gently pinched the child's rosy cheek, snorting, "You little brat! All you know is how to steal my little monk!"

As he spoke, he patted the little dumpling's round bottom a few times to vent his anger.

The little dumpling blinked its big, black gem-like eyes, glanced at Sun Wukong, then pouted like a wronged kitten, turned around and jumped into Chen Yi's arms, making a series of whimpering sounds.

Chen Yi gently hugged the little dumpling, patted his back, and said disapprovingly to Sun Wukong, "Great Sage, he's still young."

Sun Wukong's face was full of displeasure: "...If it weren't for the fact that he's still young, I would have thrown him out long ago."

Chen Yi smiled and comforted him, "Alright, alright~ We'll find his family tomorrow, just bear with it for one more night."

Sun Wukong: "I hope we can find his parents."

He had a strange premonition that they couldn't shake off this child.

Chen Yi: "By the way, Great Sage, let's give the little dumpling a name."

We can't just call him "little guy," "little brat," or "little devil," can we...?

Sun Wukong: "Let's call him Troublemaker."

"..."

The name "Great Sage" seems to be based on personal grudges; it's unacceptable.

Chen Yi thought for a while and then smiled and said, "Let's call it Eleven."

If he remembers correctly, today is March 11th.

Sun Wukong suggested, "Why not call him Mu Kong?"

Chen Yi asked in confusion, "Huh? Is there any explanation?"

Sun Wukong: "Does this mean you admire me?"

Chen Yi was speechless...

This isn't their child, why give them such a name!

Pah! Pah! Pah! What children! Those two grown men can't possibly have children!

Chen Yi made the decision: "Let's call it Eleven!"

Sun Wukong: "Alright, alright, I'll listen to you, call me Eleven."