My mother died when I was in the sixth grade. I thought about where the dead would go after their death. Would they become ghosts? The mystery stayed with me and I never got the right answer. After retiring from the military and because of my job, I was at mortuaries and hospitals quite often, so seeing the birth, old age, sickness, death, and the sorrow and happiness of separation and gathering was a norm to me. I was often deeply moved and asked myself the question: what's the purpose of life here when people rush from one thing to another, day and night?
Because my health was poor, I studied and exercised the Dao's method of transforming one into an immortal. Because of this, I got to know a Buddhist. While chatting about life, he suggested that if I was interested in learning about Buddhism, I should take refuge under a noble master. But due to my job, I wasn't aggressive enough looking and just participated in some charity institutions. Getting use to the way in which I grew up in the countryside, I was tired of the lifestyle in Taipei after ten years. In October 1990, I quit my job and found another one back in my hometown. My new job required less hours, so I had spare time to learn more about Buddhism. I also memorized the Great Compassion Mantra. I remembered one time which was right after I memorized the Great Compassion Mantra. Usually, I recited the Great Compassion Mantra while relaxing in my car, but that day I felt very edgy so I decided to leave my car and take a walk. All of a sudden, a big truck hit my car. If I had been in the car, the consequences would have been unthinkable. From this experience, my confidence strengthened.
One morning in mid October, 1991, my brother got into an accident and injured his leg. I went to visit him in the hospital. In order to repair the wound, they had to take flesh from other parts of the body to place it around the wound. The flesh was so much like pork that I could no longer eat meat. The incident also let me made up my mind to leave the home life. Part of the reason was also because of my second brother died in an auto accident back in 1988. He dies instantly on the expressway. I felt that life was very unpredictable and it could be my turn next.
I got to know a disciple of the Master from work. He gave me“Source of Wisdom" and suggested that I might leave the home life under the Master. So I went to The Dharma Realm Buddhist Books Distribution Society and bought home all the tapes by the Master. My heart was filled with Dharma joy. Since then, I frequently participated in Dharma Assemblies and other activities. I remember that at the time of the 1992 Water, Land, and Air Dharma Assembly in the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas, because of my own karma, my visa was not approved. The Master also said that time was the last time he would accept left-home disciples. I started to have false thoughts and wanted to leave for good and look for another master. It was on that very same night that I had a dream and in it, the Master compassionaly told me not to hurry. So I calmed down and didn't leave till I fulfilled my wish and left home on January 8, 1993.