So she goes and visits the Forest Monk in his lair, by the beach – with breakfast goodies. His lair is next to a tomb – a very wealthy Chinese guy died recently. When he surfaces from his meditation, he lights a candle and drips melting wax on her knee, at the same time he recants a prayer.
Lo and behold, it is a miracle. The knee is cured; everyone is ecstatic.
Now I can see that maybe there’s a monetary angle here, you know, like a tourist visit to the equivalent of a candle light Lourdes, or something.
Any contribution will go towards building a temple in the monk’s home town, some 1,200 kilometres away.