That evening, Hei Xinjiu was having dinner when the stuttering voice of Buddha’s candle came from her spiritual sense:
“Amitabha Buddha, it’s good, it’s good. Knowing your mistakes can improve the situation greatly. The Sea of bitterness is boundless. When you turn back, you will be at the shore...”
Yun Chujiu’s heart skipped a beat. “Speak human language!”
“Well, I might have, eighty percent, probably, caused trouble for You!”Buddha’s candle said guiltily.
Yun chujiu gritted her teeth and asked, “What kind of trouble did I cause?”
Buddha’s candle replied hesitantly, “You... you’ll find out soon enough. Actually, it’s not my fault. It’s all that old bald donkey Wu Lang’s fault...”
Yun chujiu did not have the time to complain about how Buddha’s candle addressed Wu Lang. Just as she was about to ask further, Ling Tian’s voice sounded from outside the door, “Vice Principal Yan, something big seems to have happened in the myriad Buddha Sacred Palace.”