In a village in the south, a woman gave birth to a baby girl. Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her brows were expressive. The baby girl looked at the woman and called her mother. The woman's hands shook in fright. The baby girl fell to the ground and stood up.
This matter was aroused, and everyone knew about it. Everyone said that it was unknown, and that he would cause disaster in the future, and his father wanted to send him away.
The woman was kind-hearted and after repeated discussions, she invited a monk.
The monk touched the baby girl's hand. The baby girl stared at him for a while, smiled and said, "Monk."
The monk seemed to be startled, looked at his palms, and then smiled and said: "This woman is destined to be a Buddha, and the poor monk can help me. I wonder if you two are willing?"
The parents kowtowed and thanked her, and the woman said, "Please ask the monk to give her a name. If we miss her in the future, we can look for her."
The monk closed his eyes and said: "If the poor monk takes her away, you two will never see each other again in this life. If we meet again, it will only bring disaster to the village... It is cold in the south this year, but a new nine-color flower has appeared, which looks like a begonia. Let's call it Hantang."