NOVPUBShen Roujia raised an eyebrow and asked, “How am I different?”
Yong Gui didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he finished the cold tea in one gulp and began to explain the reason for his visit today.
Shen Roujia smiled slightly and slowly sipped the somewhat bitter tea.
Yong Gui had been a child picked up by the previous abbot.
From a young age, he was different from other children. While other kids couldn’t bear listening to the early morning lessons and would get sleepy, Yong Gui, from the age of one, had a deep interest in Buddhist scriptures.
Whether he understood them or not, he could listen with great enthusiasm for an entire day.
His life afterward was fulfilling and content.
However, this routine life was disrupted by a young girl.
It happened a few years ago during a porridge distribution. A foreign girl suddenly rushed out from the crowd, grabbed a few steamed buns, and ran away.
At the time, Yong Gui thought she was a refugee who hadn’t eaten in a while and was afraid of being chased away, so she had stolen the food.
He filled a bowl with porridge and walked over to the corner where she was hiding to offer it to her.
“Little benefactor, eating only buns will make you choke.”
The girl’s eyes sparkled as she wore a jingling red dress. She looked like she had been separated from her family.
Hesitantly, she took the bowl of porridge.
“Monk, where are you from? I will repay you.”
Yong Gui thought she was just an ordinary passerby and replied, “Guanglu Temple.”
As everyone was packing up to leave at sunset, the girl cheerfully ran back to him, her smile light and natural.
“Young Monk, my name is A’Yue. I will repay you, so you must wait for me!”
At that time, Yong Gui didn’t know where this girl named A’Yue was from or what she had gone through. He had heard such promises countless times.
Many people said, “Amitabha, the Buddha is compassionate.”
