Dong Miaozhu had been staying in her meditation room for several days, engaging only in the daily activity of striking the wooden fish and silently reciting Buddhist scriptures. That day, her mind felt inexplicably restless, her strikes on the wooden fish grew faster and faster, until she finally broke the mallet.
Dong Miaozhu, with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and a flash of golden light passed through her eyes, but it quickly faded away.
Dong Miaozhu's face darkened as she shouted angrily, "How much longer will you remember that man?! You claim you want to kill him to attain enlightenment, yet the moment he's in danger, you become restless and rush to save him! How will you ever be able to kill him at this rate? Kill him? Those are just excuses! You can't forget him after all! You've had two lifetimes, yet you're still like this! Get out!"