There had been little that Wan Liao’s mother had given the boy from the day he had been born. He had no talents that anyone would notice. He seemed to have no physical attributes that would set him apart. He was not all that clever either. His mother took all her desperate dreams for a better life out on the boy, for when she had a chance to join the Hsin Chu Opera Troupe, she vanished without notice when he was five.
But there was one thing she did for her son; one gift she gave him that he was forever grateful for; his name. Ten Thousand Lamps is a splendid name for a boy who would eventually become a monk. When he arrived at the temple atop Chi Shan Yuan for his induction, the Abbot read Wan Liao’s name aloud and then paused to look over the lad closely.
“Ten Thousand Lamps,” he said with conviction, “You will shed light on challenging questions and illuminate the path ahead for many pilgrims. I believe you will live up to your name.”