After Yun Chujiu arrived at the Zen sect, she greeted sect leader Wu politely and then asked impatiently, “Master Liaowu, what’s wrong with the Buddha’s candle? Has the dawn bell and the sunset wooden fish been nourished?”
Yun chujiu said ambiguously, “I don’t know. I have to wait until I see the Buddha’s candle.”
Master leyi immediately sent someone to bring Hei Xinjiu to changming palace. As soon as Yun Chujiu entered, Buddha’s candle’s voice was heard through her spiritual sense:
“What are you doing here? However, it’s good that you’re here. I’ve suffered a lot from you before. Hurry up and Kowtow to me and admit your mistake. Otherwise, I’ll tell the old monks the truth.”
Yun chujiu curled her lips. “Clown candle, aren’t you afraid that I’ll Pull Out Your Wick?”
Buddha’s candle snorted. “It’s useless for you to threaten me with this. At most, I’ll fight you to the death!”
