Zhouzhou, the little chubby girl, touched her smooth head and looked up with joy. She said, "Master Abbot, now someone else is offering incense for me too. I can gain merit from it!"
As she spoke, she remembered something, and her brows furrowed in distress. She held her head pitifully and said, "But I don't know why sometimes this incense turns into thunder and strikes me."
That's just how her fortune worked.
Thinking about it, she felt a bit down.
Seeing this, Yi Yun rubbed her head and reassured her, "Don't worry, take it slowly. You're still young, and one day you'll be able to change your fate of being poor."
"That's right!" Zhouzhou perked up, "I will definitely become a wealthy woman!"
With that, she held Yi Yun's hand and happily skipped to the door. Before leaving, she waved at him and said, "Master Abbot, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you again in a while."
"Alright, stay safe on your journey."