The mist of the Buddha was lingering, the bells were ringing in Sanskrit, and in front of the platform of the Maitreya Hall, the Tathagata sat in lotus position, looked at the woman under his highness, and asked sternly, "Having made a big fuss in the Santu River and secretly poured out the water of the Forget River, can I get you what you want?"
The face of His Highness's woman was pale, but the red moles at the corners of her eyes were made more vivid. Her two lips opened and closed, as if she was saying something, but no words were heard.
After a long while, the woman's body was shaking like a willow beaten by strong wind. Suddenly, she knelt down in the center of the hall. There were only two tears left on her face. She put her hands together on her chest. Her eyes were as dim as a candle that was about to burn out. She said in a low voice, "Buddha, this disciple knows that he is wrong."