Master Wuyuan sat solemnly in the center, while Yuanxing, dressed in a white monk's robe, knelt before the Buddha.
He was already handsome, and now, having gained experience from his time in the earthly world, the childishness in him had disappeared, leaving behind an added sense of compassion on his face.
"Dong!"
Master Wuyuan softly tapped the wooden fish:
"Yuanxing, have you gained enlightenment?"
"Master." Yuanxing bowed deeply:
"Disciple has indeed gained enlightenment."
"Good." Master Wuyuan nodded and asked:
"Which is heavier, Buddhism or Miss Sun?"
"The Buddha is Miss Sun." Yuanxing replied:
"Disciples' love for Miss Sun is the same as my love for the Buddha."
"Good!" Master Wuyuan nodded again, chanting:
"All actions are impermanent."
Yuanxing pressed his hands together and responded:
"All things have no self!"
"Dong!"
The sound of the wooden fish rang out.
"Nirvana is tranquil!"
