The gloomy and bleak Netherworld, where a towering palace is littered with fresh flowers.
Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva stands outside the palace seeking an audience.
"Houtu is asleep."
The gatekeeping maiden said, "Please return, Bodhisattva."
"I have visited Her Majesty for three consecutive days."
The Bodhisattva pressed his palms together and said, "Please relay a message for me."
The maiden glanced at him and said, "Her Majesty has recently taken a liking to painting turtles."
Startled, Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva immediately rode on Diting, flying through the clouds and mist to leave.
"Bodhisattva."
As Diting flew, it said, "Her Majesty dislikes your chanting in the City of the Wrongly Dead, prompting her to mediate between the Jade Emperor and the Great Saint."
Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva slightly frowned.
"What fault is there in my converting the City of the Wrongly Dead?"
The Bodhisattva said.
