I have a cinnabar mole between my eyebrows, which is so brightly red that I am called a disaster to the country. When I was very young, everyone in the village hated me, so I was sent to a temple. There are several old monks in the temple. He refused to let me become a monk, saying that I was not done with the world of mortal life. He also said that if I did not encounter any disaster after I turned eighteen, I could become a monk. Just a tribulation, what is it?