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The Celestial Window of the Western Pure Land Opens, Revealing the Blissful Sacred Realm for all to Behold

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(This is the text of an article published in the Asian Journal on Oct. 6, 2004.)

Elder laywoman Quan-Fang Lu who was a disciple of Great Dharma King Yangwo Yisinubu1, was from Chengdu, Sichuan. She and her husband, layman Guang-Ming Wang, had been Buddhists since the 1950’s. When they took refuge in Buddhism, they received an initiation and Dharma transmission from the Great Dharma King. In the 1950’s, they were working in Tibet. Because of their underlying karmic conditions, they received the guidance of an outstanding Rinpoche of Tibetan esoteric Buddhism. That Rinpoche told them that Great Dharma King Yangwo Yisinubu possessed the best and highest Buddha Dharma. After going through many hardships, they brought their son to the Great Dharma King. The Great Dharma King was not even seven years old at the time. The three of them formally acknowledged the Great Dharma King as their Master. Laywoman Quan-Fang Lu and her husband Guang-Ming Wang then resolutely decided to have their son stay by the side of the Great Dharma King in order to receive his training and Dharma teachings.

They have been very pious and respectful toward the Great Dharma King, and they have diligently practiced the Dharma that the Great Dharma King transmitted to them. Over the past years, certain people have spread rumors and made false accusations against the Great Dharma King. Laywoman Quan-Fang Lu and her husband Guang-Ming Wang were filled with righteous indignation at this. They vigorously berated the contemptible conduct of those rascals who spread rumors, fabricated lies, and deceived people.

Based upon layman Guang-Ming Wang’s own pious heart and upon the Great Dharma King’s realization, which is like that of a Buddha, in November of 2003, layman Guang-Ming Wang passed on to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. At his cremation, layman Guang-Ming Wang left behind 11 sarira firm relics.

In the middle of August, 2004, laywoman Quan-Fang Lu told her son Min Wang that she would soon pass away. Min Wang telephoned the Great Dharma King a few times, beseeching the Great Dharma King to cause his loving mother to stay alive longer. When Min Wang’s mother found out about these calls, she admonished her son, “Those who learn Buddhism and cultivate themselves must understand that the law of cause and effect never fails. My karmic connection with this world is about to end. My karmic connection with the Dharma is now complete. The Dharma King Master will help me go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.”


As expected, at around noon on September 9th, the crown of elder laywoman Lu’s head suddenly opened. The crown of her head became as soft as cotton. At that time, a colorful auspicious light filled the room. Amitabha Buddha came to escort her away. Beautifully set off by a huge white Buddha light, the pure gold bowl of Amitabha Buddha slowly descended. The red lotus flowers in the bowl were bright-colored. Two photographs were hurriedly taken of this extremely rare and holy sight. Heavenly music could be heard. Imitating the Buddha, elder laywoman Lu assumed the “auspicious recumbent posture.” Amid the Buddha light, she passed on to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.
The next day, her body was placed in the Buddha worshipping hall of Bao Guang Temple in Xindu, which is one of the four great Chan (Zen) temples in China. Right after her body was placed there, an image of the Great Dharma King suddenly emitted bright light. A colorful Buddha light went round and round the Great Dharma King’s image. A fragrant scent wafted through the air.

Photo showed lotus light on the top of laywoman Lu’s house


News of such phenomena began to spread. More and more people came to chant mantras and sutras for the benefit of laywoman Lu, respectfully see her off to the next realm, and observe the ceremony. Day and night, the chanting of Amitabha Buddha’s name did not stop. On the evening of September 10th, eminent Tibetan Rinpoches and Lamas who were all disciples of the Great Dharma King arrived at the temple after having traveled a great distance. They came to perform Buddhist rites. On the evening of September 11th, the machine used to chant the name of Amitabha Buddha suddenly emitted the shocking sound of the Great Dharma King chanting the name of Amitabha Buddha. The Great Dharma King was in the United States. The monastics and laypersons in attendance were all extremely moved.


At around noon on September 12th, a holy sight appeared for the first time in history! A painting of Amitabha Buddha hangs in the Buddha worshipping hall of the temple. In front of Amitabha Buddha’s chest, a heavenly window to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss suddenly opened. This heavenly window directly displayed the sights of the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss! People were seething with excitement. They were so pleasantly surprised they could hardly control themselves. Through that heavenly window to a Buddha land that appeared in front of the painting of Amitabha Buddha, all of those who had the requisite karmic affinity saw Amitabha Buddha. They even saw the protuberance on top of Amitabha Buddha’s head. They saw Kuan YinBodhisattva wearing white clothes and holding willow tree branches. They alssaw Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva. In that heavenly window, elder laywoman Lu was reciting the name of Amitabha Buddha. Her lips were constantly moving, her
eyes blinked, and her head swayed. She looked the same as when she recited Amitabha Buddha’s name when she was alive.


The image of Great Dharma King Yangwo Yisinubu appeared in that heavenly window. He was wearing a red Dharma robe and a Dharma crown. When he appeared, people excitedly shouted words such as, “Master, I see you!” “Great Dharma King Master, by following you we do not fear even death!” “Great
Dharma King, my whole family wants to take refuge in you! We want to learn the true Buddha Dharma from you!” People were awestruck by these holy scenes. They could not control their emotions. The sounds of people marveling, shouting, and kowtowing could be heard.

During the cremation of laywoman Lu, holy sights continually appeared. Lotus flowers emerged. Images of the Dharma King, the Three Holy Ones of the Western Paradise (Amitabha Buddha, Kuan Yin Bodhisattva, and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva), and Maitreya Bodhisattva all appeared. Vajra
Dharma protecting deities and dragon-spirit Dharma protecting deities stood in a circle on both sides of her. Fire phoenix flew to and fro inside the cremation furnace. Beautiful scenes of pagodas and towers from the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss repeatedly appeared. People before the cremation furnace were filled with Dharma joy and began prostrating. They were so moved they began to
cry. The sound of joyous laughter filled the temple.After the cremation was completed, people collected 49 sarira firm relics from the bone ashes of laywoman Quan-Fang Lu.

49 solid relics from the ashes of the remains of Layman Lu Quanfang after his cremation

1.Here and below the words Great Dharma King Yangwo Yisinubu, Great Dharma King, or Dharma King Master refers to H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III Wan Ko Yeshe Norbu Holiest Tathagata.

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A Beautiful Love Story Carved in the Dunhuang Grotto China

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Prince Sunwoo ventured into the sea in search of treasures

In the ancient Dunhuang Grottoes of China, a mesmerizing love story unfolds, delicately captured in murals that have withstood the test of time. Let us immerse ourselves in this enchanting tale of kindness, courage, and wisdom.

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Polo, a joyous occasion marked the birth of a prince named Sunwoo. Born to the noble king and queen after twelve years of fervent prayers, the young prince brought immense happiness to the royal family.

As Sunwoo grew, so did his wisdom and kindness. His presence was a beacon of light, radiating love and compassion. However, alongside him was a stepbrother, an evil friend, whose heart harbored jealousy and resentment towards the virtuous prince.

The tale takes an unexpected turn when Sunwoo, driven by a desire to alleviate the suffering of his people, embarks on a perilous journey to seek treasures from the sea. His selflessness touches the hearts of many, but it also ignites the envy of his malevolent stepbrother.

Prince Sunwoo accompanied by 500 volunteers to search for treasur

Guided by an elderly instructor and accompanied by 500 volunteers, Sunwoo reaches Haizhou Jumbo Island. As he ventures further, facing challenges and loss, he encounters the benevolent Dragon King, who grants him the priceless Ruyi pearl.

Prince Sunwoo and his team sailed across the ocean

Meanwhile, back in the Kingdom of Polo, Sunwoo’s absence is keenly felt. His parents, yearning for his return, send a white goose as a messenger. The devoted goose delivers a letter revealing the Prince’s dire circumstances.

As Sunwoo’s journey unfolds, his evil stepbrother, fearing Sunwoo’s increased popularity upon return, decides to sabotage him. The malicious act blinds Sunwoo, leaving him vulnerable and alone.

In his darkest hour, a compassionate cowherd boy comes to Sunwoo’s aid. Unaware of his royal identity, the boy rescues Sunwoo and becomes his loyal companion, leading him back to the kingdom.

The love story takes an unexpected twist when the blind Sunwoo, reduced to a beggar, meets a kind princess during his wanderings. The princess was very touched by Sunwoo’s music. Her genuine affection and determination to marry him, despite societal norms, lead to a grand wedding.

In a poignant moment, the princess, deeply in love, makes a solemn vow. She promises to restore Sunwoo’s sight if her love is true and vows to take away her own eyes if she ever betrays him. Miraculously, her unwavering love restores one of Sunwoo’s eyes.

The narrative weaves through twists and turns, revealing the complex interplay of good and evil, karma, and ultimate redemption. Sunwoo’s evil stepbrother, realizing the consequences of his actions, repents and reveals the hidden Ruyi pearl.

In a grand reunion, Sunwoo’s parents regain their sight, and the entire kingdom is bathed in prosperity. The murals in Dunhuang and Kaihua Temple immortalize this timeless love story, showcasing not only the artistic brilliance of ancient China but also the enduring power of kindness and virtue.

As we reflect on this captivating tale, may it inspire us to embrace compassion, navigate life’s challenges with wisdom, and believe in the transformative power of love and redemption. The Dunhuang Grottoes stand as a testament to the rich tapestry of human stories etched in history, inviting us to cherish the enduring lessons embedded in their ancient walls.

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The Relaxation of Thoughts

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The Relaxation of Thoughts

Translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu

Once, the Blessed One resided in Savatthi, at Jeta’s Grove in Anathapindika’s monastery. Addressing the assembly of monks, he spoke, “Monks!”

Respectfully, the monks replied, “Yes, Lord.”

The Blessed One shared guidance on cultivating a focused mind, highlighting five essential themes for monks to consider at the appropriate times.

Firstly, if unwholesome thoughts arise during meditation, connected to desire, aversion, or delusion, the monk should shift attention to a different theme associated with what is skillful. By doing so, the disturbing thoughts subside, allowing the monk to steady, settle, unify, and concentrate the mind.

If, despite this shift, unskillful thoughts persist, the monk should examine the drawbacks: recognizing them as unskillful, blameworthy, and causing stress. Through this scrutiny, the undesirable thoughts fade away, and the monk attains mental steadiness.

In the rare case that unwholesome thoughts persist, the monk should practice indifference, paying no mind to them. By disregarding these thoughts, the monk frees the mind from their influence and achieves concentration.

Should the unskillful thoughts persist even with indifference, the monk is advised to focus on relaxing thought-fabrication concerning those thoughts. This practice enables the abandonment of the troublesome thoughts and promotes mental stability.

In the event that unwholesome thoughts persist during the relaxation of thought-fabrication, the monk is encouraged to employ a more forceful approach. With teeth clenched and tongue pressed against the roof of the mouth, the monk should beat down, constrain, and crush the unskillful thoughts with awareness. This resolute effort results in the abandonment of disturbing thoughts and the attainment of mental concentration.

A monk who successfully applies these methods is recognized as having mastery over thought sequences. Such a monk can choose to think or not think as desired, having severed craving and liberated themselves from the fetters. Through a deep understanding of conceit, they have reached the cessation of suffering and stress.

Upon hearing these teachings, the monks were gratified, finding delight in the Blessed One’s words.

The Relaxation of Thoughts

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The Debate of King Milinda – Nagasena Bhikkhu Sutra

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The twelfth among the Eighteen Arhats is recognized as Nagasena in Sanskrit, meaning “Dragon Army.” Often referred to as “Bhikshu Nagasena,” he was a Buddhist theoretical philosopher who received full ordination at the age of twenty and eventually attained the state of Arhat. Bhikshu Nagasena journeyed to the ancient kingdom of Shakyadesha in northwestern India to engage with King Milinda. Responding to the king’s inquiries, Nagasena eloquently expounded on the impermanence of life, the law of karma, and various facets of Buddhist practice, employing metaphors to convey profound insights. This discourse is encapsulated in the “Nagasena Bhikshu Sutra,” representing a comprehensive exposition of fundamental Buddhist teachings.

Below are excerpts from conversations between Nagasena and King Milinda, where the king poses questions and Nagasena responds with profound wisdom and intelligence.

First Question

Once, King Milinda intentionally sought to challenge Bhikkhu Nagasena and questioned him, saying, “You did not live in the same era as the Buddha, and you never met Siddhartha Gautama. How can you be sure that the Buddha actually existed?”

Wise Bhikkhu Nagasena responded by asking, “Great King, how did you inherit your throne?”

“It was passed down to me by my father,” replied the king.

“And from whom did your father receive the throne?” Nagasena inquired.

“From his father, my grandfather.”

“And your grandfather’s throne, from whom did he receive it?”

“From his forefather, my great-grandfather!”

Nagasena continued, “If we trace this lineage generation by generation, do you believe that there was an original founder of your kingdom?”

King Milinda replied with certainty, “Certainly, I believe so!”

“Have you ever seen this founder?” Nagasena asked.

“No, I haven’t.”

“How can you believe in someone you haven’t seen?” Nagasena questioned further.

The king explained, “Our founding monarch established laws, systems, and regulations, all of which are recorded in history. Though I haven’t seen him, I believe in his existence because there are historical records.”

Smiling, Bhikshu Nagasena nodded and said, “In the same way, we believe that the Buddha indeed existed. In Buddhism, there is the Triple Gem of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha, along with scriptures, Vinaya (monastic rules), and Abhidharma (philosophical teachings). The Buddha’s ethical guidelines and historical events are not fabrications; they are as real as your founding monarch in historical terms!”

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Second Question:

Unable to find fault with Bhikkhu Nagasena in the first question, King Milinda, using his wit, posed another challenging query. He asked, “Buddhists often speak of the ultimate happiness being the realization of Nirvana, attaining a state beyond birth, death, and cessation. Bhikshu Nagasena, have you attained Nirvana?”

Bhikshu Nagasena humbly replied, “I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t.”

King Milinda, feeling triumphant, questioned, “If you haven’t experienced it yourself, how do you know about the state of Nirvana?”

If this question were posed to you, how would you respond?

Rather than directly answering, Bhikshu Nagasena turned the question back to King Milinda, asking, “Great King, if I were to take a large knife and cut off your arm right now, would it be painful?”

King Milinda’s expression changed, and he said, “Certainly, it would be painful! How could having one’s arm cut off not be painful?”

Nagasena pressed on, “But your arm has never been cut off before, so how do you know it would be painful?”

The king replied, “I have seen others experience the pain of having their arms cut off, so I know it would be painful!”

Smiling, Bhikshu Nagasena respectfully remarked, “Great King, just as you can understand the pain of losing an arm by witnessing others, I, too, have seen the joy of those who have realized Nirvana. Hence, I am certain about the sublime nature of the Nirvana state!”

Third Question:

King Milinda, persisting in his skepticism, attempted a third inquiry, asking, “Monastics are supposed to embrace compassion. How do you forgive your enemies?”

Bhikshu Nagasena smiled and replied, “Great King, if you had a festering wound on your leg, would you chop off your entire leg?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” answered the king.

Nagasena continued, “So, what would you do?”

“I would carefully clean it, apply medication, and with time, the wound would heal,” explained the king.

Bhikshu Nagasena stated, “Exactly! Enemies and wrongdoers are like festering wounds. If not taken care of and treated, they will spread and worsen. Therefore, one must use the water of dharma to cleanse them, encouraging them to abandon wrongdoing and turn towards righteousness. This principle is similar to how you, Great King, nurture and care for the wound on your leg!”

Fourth Question:

King Milinda nodded in acknowledgment but remained unconvinced. After contemplating, he posed another question, “You often advise people to accumulate merits for the next life. Since you haven’t experienced death, how do you know there is life after death?”

Bhikshu Nagasena responded with a simile, “It’s similar to a mandarin orange. When the fruit ripens and falls to the ground, the flesh rots away. However, the seed remains buried in the soil. When the time is right, it sprouts, grows, and becomes a robust mandarin orange tree. The human body is just a temporary aggregation of the four elements. When the illusion shatters, the body dies. Yet, the karmic consciousness continues the cycle of birth and death. It is like the seed of the mandarin orange, persistently reincarnating in the six realms, not just once but countless times, with an endless cycle of rebirths.”

Fifth Question:

Despite King Milinda’s lingering dissatisfaction, he presented a fifth question, each one more challenging than the last. However, Bhikshu Nagasena, wise and composed, continued to respond with a smile.

King Milinda asked, “Do monastics love their own bodies?”

Bhikshu Nagasena replied, “The body is merely a temporary confluence of the four elements and five aggregates. Monastics do not have attachment to it.”

King Milinda, feeling confident, cleverly countered, “Oh! You claim not to love your body, but monastics still dress, eat, and sleep. Isn’t that a way of protecting the physical form? If you say you don’t love it, isn’t that a contradiction?”

Bhikshu Nagasena smiled and offered a different perspective, “Great King, if you had a boil on your body, would you love it?”

“A boil? Such a dirty and unpleasant thing! Who would like it?” exclaimed the king.

“If you dislike it, why bother cleaning it, applying medication, and taking constant care to prevent it from worsening? Checking on it every day to see if it’s improving. If you claim not to like the boil, isn’t that contradictory behavior?” Nagasena questioned.

King Milinda, somewhat defiantly, argued, “I do it for the health of my body!”

Bhikshu Nagasena chuckled and said, “Exactly! Monastics may not love this body, but for the purpose of cultivating the spiritual path, they still have to care for this illusory form.”

Sixth Question:

King Milinda, undeterred by previous responses, continued with his inquiries, asking, “Can Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, know the causes and effects of the past, present, and future?”

“Buddha possesses great supernatural powers, and indeed, he can know the past, present, and future!” answered Nagasena.

“If that’s the case, why doesn’t he teach all of you those supernatural powers? Then, disciples could instantly know the past, present, and future karmic obstacles, and everyone would attain enlightenment quickly. Why go through gradual training?” questioned the king.

The clever Nagasena, handling the question with ease, asked in return, “Great King, if you were a physician, wouldn’t you know about various medicinal herbs?”

“Of course! A physician needs to know the properties of different herbs and their healing abilities,” replied the king.

“Since a physician knows about numerous medicinal herbs, can he prescribe all of them to a single patient?” Nagasena asked.

King Milinda, dismissing the idea, responded, “Certainly not! Treating an illness requires targeted medications, gradual adjustments, and specific remedies tailored to the patient’s condition. Haphazard prescriptions won’t cure the patient; it needs careful consideration!”

Seizing the opportunity, Nagasena continued, “Likewise, the Buddha imparts the Dharma based on individual capacities, tailoring the teachings to each disciple’s unique qualities. Gradual instruction is necessary, adapting to the disciples’ diverse capacities, to guide them step by step on the path to enlightenment. Otherwise, trying to rush the process might lead to unintended consequences!”

The Debate of King Milinda – Nagasena Bhikkhu Sutra

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THE WISDOM OF QUEEN TENDERHEARTED[LUST]

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66, 251 THE WISDOM OF QUEEN TENDERHEARTED[LUST]

Once upon a time, the Enlightenment Being was born into a rich high-class family in Kasi, in northern India. He grew to young manhood and completed his education. Then he gave up ordinary desires and left the everyday world. He became a holy man and went to live by himself in the Himalayan forests. He meditated for a long time, developed high mental powers, and was filled with inner happiness.

Having run out of salt, one day he came down to the city of Benares. He spent the night in the royal garden. In the morning he washed himself, tied his tangled hair knot on top of his head, and dressed in a black antelope skin. He folded up the robe made of red bark, which he usually wore. Then he went to the city to collect almsfood.

When he arrived at the palace gate, King Brahmadatta was walking back and forth on his terrace. When he saw the humble looking holy man, he thought. There is such a thing as perfect calm, this man must have found it!” He had his servants bring him into the palace.

The holy man was seated on a luxurious couch and was fed the very best foods. He thanked the king. The king said, “You are welcome to live in my royal garden permanently. I will provide the ‘Four Necessities’ — food, clothing, shelter and medicine. In so doing I may gain merit leading to rebirth in a heaven world.”

The holy man accepted this kind offer. He spent the next sixteen years living in the royal garden of Benares. During that time he taught all in the king’s family, and received the Four Necessities from the king.

One day King Brahmadatta decided he must go to a frontier area and put down a revolt. Before leaving he ordered his queen to care for the needs of the holy man. Her name was Queen Tenderhearted.

She prepared food every day for the holy man. Then one day he was late in arriving for his meal. While waiting, Queen Tenderhearted refreshed herself in a perfumed bath, dressed in fine clothes and jewellery, and lay down on the couch.

Meanwhile the Enlightenment Being had been meditating in a particularly joyful mental state. When he realised what time it was, he used the power of his mental purity to fly through the air to the palace.

When Queen Tenderhearted heard the rustling sound made by his bark robe, she rose up suddenly from her couch. In so doing, her blouse accidentally slipped down for a moment — and the holy man glimpsed her from the window as he entered. He was surprised by the unusual sight of the queen’s great beauty.

Desire, which had been subdued but not erased, rose within him. It was just like a cobra rises, spreading his hood, from the basket in which it is kept. His desire lost its purity. He was wounded, like a crow with a broken wing.

The holy man could not eat his food. He took it back to his temple dwelling in the royal garden, and put it under his bed. His mind was enslaved by the sight of the beauty of Queen Tenderhearted. His heart was burning with desire. He remained on his bed, without eating or drinking, for the next seven days.

Finally the king arrived home again. He circled the city and then went directly to see the holy man in the garden temple. Seeing him lying in bed, he thought he was sick. He cleaned out the temple and sat down next to him. He began massaging his feet, and asked, “Reverend sir, what happened to you? Are you sick?”

The holy man replied, “Oh great king, my sickness is that I am caught in the chains of desire.” “What is it you desire?” asked the king. “Queen Tenderhearted, my lord.” “Your reverence,” said the king, “I will give Tenderhearted to you. Come with me.”

When they arrived at the palace, King Brahmadatta had his queen dressed in her finest clothing and jewellery. Then he secretly told her to help the unfortunate holy man regain his purity. She replied. “I know what to do, my lord, I will save him.” Then the king gave her away and she left the palace with the holy man.

After they passed through the main gate she said, “We must have a house to live in. Go back and ask the king for one.” He returned and asked the king for a house. The king gave them a tiny run-down hut that people used as an outhouse.

The holy man took the queen to their new home, but she refused to go inside. He asked her why. She said, “Because it’s filthy! Go back to the king and get a shovel and basket.” He obeyed and when he returned she ordered him to do all the cleaning. He even had to plaster the walls and floor with fresh cow dung!

Then she commanded him to go to the palace and get her a bed. Then a chair. Then a lamp, bed linen, a cooking pot, a water pot. She ordered him to get all these things one at a time, and he obeyed dutifully. She sent him to get water for her bath and many other things. He set out the water for her bath and then made up the bed. Finally they sat down next to each other on the bed. Suddenly she grabbed him by the whiskers, shook him back and forth, pulled him towards her and said, “Don’t you remember that you are a holy man and a priest?”

Only then was he shocked out of his mad infatuation and made to realise who he was. Having regained his self-awareness, he thought, “Oh what a pitiful state I have fallen into. I have been blinded by my desire into becoming a slave. Beginning with only the sight of a woman, this mad craving could lead me into a hell world. My body was burning, as if I’d been shot in the heart with an arrow of desire. But there was no bleeding wound! Not seeing her body as it really was, my own foolishness caused all my suffering!”

Then he spoke out loudly, “On this very day I will return the wise Queen Tenderhearted to the noble King Brahmadatta. Then I will fly back to my forest home!”

After taking her back, he said to the king, “I don’t want your queen anymore. Before I had her, she was my one desire. After I got her, one desire led to another endlessly, leading only to hell.”

The wise Queen Tenderhearted, by using her intelligence and knowledge of life, had given a great gift to the holy man. Rather than taking advantage of his weakness, she had restored his purity.

In perfect calm the Enlightenment Being rose into the air, preached to the king, and then magically flew to the Himalayan forests. He never again returned to the ordinary world. After meditating for years in peace and joy, he died and was reborn in a high heaven world.

The moral is: Desire enslaves, wisdom liberates.

INTERPRETER’S INTRODUCTION – BUDDHIST TALES FOR YOUNG AND OLD, VOLUME 1, STORIES 1-50

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The transformative story of Angulimala

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A Tale of Compassion and Transformation

The Angulimala Sutta, a captivating narrative from Buddhist scriptures, recounts the remarkable transformation of a blood-thirsty murderer into a compassionate monk under the profound influence of the Buddha. Angulimala, notorious for his brutal killings and a garland of severed fingers, terrorized the realm of King Pasenadi. The tale unfolds during a time when the Buddha, with unwavering compassion, confronted the darkness that shrouded Angulimala’s soul.

Angulimala’s notoriety as a ruthless killer, leaving villages and towns in a state of fear, paints a grim picture of his violent nature. His garland of fingers serves as a gruesome testament to the lives he had taken, making him a symbol of terror and malevolence.

Undeterred by Angulimala’s fearsome reputation, the Buddha ventured into the region where the murderer roamed freely. Despite warnings from locals about the dangers posed by Angulimala, the Buddha calmly continued his journey, determined to confront the source of darkness.

As the Buddha walked towards Angulimala’s lair, the air thick with tension, he encountered the menacing killer. Rather than responding with fear, the Buddha skillfully engaged Angulimala in a dialogue that would alter the course of his life. The Buddha’s words, laden with wisdom and compassion, began to unravel the tightly woven fabric of Angulimala’s violent identity.

In a pivotal moment, as Angulimala sought to chase down the Buddha with murderous intent, the Buddha employed a feat of psychic power. Despite running at full speed, Angulimala found himself unable to catch up with the Buddha walking at a normal pace. This display of supernatural ability left Angulimala astonished and created a space for the transformative dialogue that followed.

Angulimala urgently called out, “Stop, contemplative! Stop!” The Buddha calmly replied, “I have stopped, Angulimala. You stop.”

Perplexed, Angulimala asked, “While walking, contemplative, you say, ‘I have stopped.’ But when I have stopped, you say I haven’t. I ask you the meaning of this: How have you stopped? How haven’t I?”

The Buddha responded, “I have stopped, Angulimala, once and for all, having cast off violence toward all living beings. You, though, are unrestrained toward beings. That’s how I’ve stopped and you haven’t.”

Baffled by the Buddha’s profound words, Angulimala sought clarity on the apparent contradiction. The Buddha’s response not only clarified the cessation of violence within his own heart but also illuminated the unrestrained nature of Angulimala’s actions. This insightful exchange marked the beginning of a transformative journey within Angulimala, planting the seeds of change in his consciousness.

With a heart now inclined towards virtue, Angulimala, in an impromptu moment, requested ordination from the Buddha. The Buddha, recognizing the sincerity of Angulimala’s transformation, granted his request, welcoming him into the community of monks adorned with saffron robes and shaven heads.

Even as Angulimala embraced the monastic life, local villagers, fearing his past atrocities, sought protection from King Pasenadi. The king, in response, assembled an army and approached the monastery. Despite the villagers’ pleas to “stamp him out,” the Buddha’s wisdom paved the way for an unexpected resolution.

When questioned by the Buddha about how he would treat Angulimala if he had truly renounced violence, King Pasenadi underwent a profound transformation. The Buddha’s teachings on discernment and compassion prompted the king to reconsider his stance. Witnessing Angulimala’s monkhood, the king shifted from disbelief to acceptance, vowing to support him on his path to redemption.

The Angulimala Sutta not only narrates the personal transformation of a notorious murderer but also highlights the transformative power of compassion and wisdom. The Buddha’s fearlessness, compassion, and skillful means shattered the shackles of violence that bound Angulimala. Moreover, the sutta portrays the ripple effect of transformation, as even King Pasenadi undergoes a change of heart. This timeless tale serves as an enduring testament to the potential for redemption, forgiveness, and the profound impact of the Buddha’s teachings on even the most deeply entrenched patterns of suffering.

The transformative story of Angulimala

Link:https://peacelilysite.com/2023/11/15/the-transformative-story-of-angulimala/

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The Whatnot Tree [Prudence]

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The Whatnot Tree [Prudence]

Once upon a time there was a caravan leader. He went from country to country selling various goods. His caravans usually had at least 500 bullock carts.

On one of these trips his path led through a very thick forest. Before entering it, he called together all the members of the caravan. He warned them, “My friends, when you go through this forest be careful to avoid the poisonous trees, poisonous fruits, poisonous leaves, poisonous flowers and even poisonous honeycombs.

“Therefore, whatever you have not eaten before — whether a fruit, leaf, flower or anything else — must not be eaten without asking me first.” They all said respectfully, “Yes, sir.”

There was a village in the forest. Just outside the village stood a tree called a ‘whatnot tree’. Its trunk, branches, leaves, flowers and fruits look very similar to a mango tree. Even the colour, shape, smell and taste are almost exactly the same as a mango tree. But unlike a mango, the whatnot fruit is a deadly poison!

Some went ahead of the caravan and came upon the whatnot tree. They were all hungry, and the whatnot fruits looked like delicious ripe mangoes. Some started eating the fruits immediately, without thinking at all. They devoured them before anyone could say a word.

Others remembered the leader’s warning, but they thought this was just a different variety of mango tree. They thought they were lucky to find ripe mangoes right next to a village. So they decided to eat some of the fruits before they were all gone.

There were also some who were wiser than the rest. They decided it would be safer to obey the warning of the caravan leader. Although they didn’t know it, he just happened to be the Enlightenment Being.

When the leader arrived at the tree, the ones who had been careful and not eaten asked, “Sir, what is this tree? Is it safe to eat these fruits?”

After investigating thoughtfully he replied, “No, no. This may look like a mango tree, but it isn’t. It is a poisonous whatnot tree. Don’t even touch it!”

The ones who had already eaten the whatnot fruit were terrified. The caravan leader told them to make themselves vomit as soon as possible. They did this, and then were given four sweet foods to eat – raisins, cane sugar paste, sweet yogurt and bee’s honey. In this way their taste buds were refreshed after throwing up the poisonous whatnot fruit.

Unfortunately, the greediest and most foolish ones could not be saved. They were the ones who had started eating the poisonous fruits immediately, without thinking at all. It was too late for them. The poison had already started doing its work, and it killed them.

In the past, when caravans had come to the whatnot tree, the people had eaten its poisonous fruits and died in their sleep during the night. The next morning the local villagers had come to the campsite. They had grabbed the dead bodies by the legs, dragged them to a secret hiding place, and buried them. Then they had taken for themselves all the merchandise and bullock carts of the caravan.

They expected to do the same thing this time. At dawn the next morning the villagers ran towards the whatnot tree. They said to each other, “The bullocks will be mine!” “I want the carts and wagons!” “I will take the loads of merchandise!”

But when they got to the whatnot tree they saw that most of the people in the caravan were alive and well. In surprise, they asked them, “How did you know this was not a mango tree?” They answered, “We did not know, but our leader had warned us ahead of time, and when he saw it he knew.”

Then the villagers asked the caravan leader, “Oh wise one, how did you know this was not a mango tree?”

He replied, “I knew it for two reasons. First, this tree is easy to climb. And second, it is right next to a village. If the fruits on such a tree remain unpicked, they cannot be safe to eat!”

Everyone was amazed that such lifesaving wisdom was based on such simple common sense. The caravan continued on its way safely.

The moral is: The wise are led by common sense; fools follow only hunger.

The Whatnot Tree [Prudence]

INTERPRETER’S INTRODUCTION – BUDDHIST TALES FOR YOUNG AND OLD, VOLUME 1, STORIES 1-50

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The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer

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The Most Perfect Continuous Mural in the Dunhuang Mogao Caves

“The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King” is the main theme of the murals in Cave 257 of the Mogao Caves. It unfolds in a long horizontal scroll, narrating many stories from the past life of the founder of Buddhism, Siddhartha Gautama.

Legend has it that long ago, on the banks of the Ganges River in India, there lived a beautiful and kind nine-colored deer king (the previous incarnation of Siddhartha Gautama)…

One day, as the nine-colored deer king was leisurely strolling by the river, he suddenly heard a pitiful cry from the water. Without hesitation, the brave nine-colored deer leaped into the river, risking its own safety, and rescued the drowning person. The saved individual, overwhelmed with gratitude for a second chance at life, repeatedly bowed in thanks to the nine-colored deer.

The nine-colored deer king said, “No need for thanks; just go on your way. My only request is that you do not reveal my whereabouts to anyone.” The drowning person solemnly swore, “Kind benefactor, rest assured. If I ever betray this promise, may my body be covered in sores and my mouth emit a foul odor.” With that, the person departed.

Before long, the queen of that country dreamt of a deer—one with nine colors and silver-like antlers. She told the king about her dream and requested that he order the capture of such a deer. She had a strong desire to use its colorful hide for clothing and its antlers for earrings. Consequently, the king issued a proclamation and offered a substantial reward.

Upon seeing the proclamation, the person who had been saved reported to the king, leading soldiers to the mountain to hunt down the nine-colored deer.

When the nine-colored deer was surrounded by the king’s troops… it spotted the person it had rescued from drowning, tears of sorrow welled up in its eyes…

The nine-colored deer leaped in front of the king and recounted the story of how it had saved the person from drowning and how that person had broken his promise. The king and the soldiers were deeply moved by the deer’s account. The king ordered the soldiers to clear a path, allowing the nine-colored deer to regain its freedom. He also issued a decree: “From now on, people are not allowed to shoot deer.”

As for the person who had broken his promise, in an instant, sores covered his body, and a foul odor emanated from his mouth. From that moment on, he was despised and reviled by the people.

The story of the nine-colored deer is vividly portrayed in Cave 257 of the Dunhuang Grottoes, which is what we now see as “The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King.” While the mural is not particularly large in size, it holds significant importance in Chinese art history.

This artwork takes the form of a horizontal scroll with the story unfolding from both ends and converging in the middle. It consists of multiple scenes depicting various stages of the story, such as its origin, development, climax, and conclusion, all seamlessly connected to create a cohesive narrative.

“The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King” is composed of nine panels, illustrating five key plot points: the person drowning, the nine-colored deer rescuing the drowning person, the drowning person expressing gratitude to the deer, the queen’s desire to capture the deer, the informant revealing the deer’s whereabouts to the king, and the confrontation between the king and the deer.

The story progresses from both ends of the mural towards the center, placing the pivotal conversation between the king and the deer in the middle. This unique composition style captures the essence of continuous horizontal scroll art from the Wei and Jin dynasties, showcasing the distinctive historical aesthetics of the era.

In the artwork, the depiction of mountains, rocks, and rivers occupies a significant portion. The rendering of the landscape primarily serves to fill the space and delineate the composition, providing a brief description of the specific environment, thereby enhancing the visual impact of the artwork and its storytelling function.

“The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King” places the climax of the story—the moment when the nine-colored deer recounts the events—at the center of the composition. At the same time, both nine-colored deer on the left and right sides turn their bodies toward the center, serving as visual guides.

This is precisely the turning point in the storyline of the nine-colored deer, where the drowning person’s affliction receives its retribution. It places the Buddhist concept of rewarding goodness and punishing evil at the visual forefront, narrating the sequence of events step by step to gradually reveal the story’s progression to the viewer.

The entire process is rhythmic, marked by the ebb and flow of the narrative, skillfully aligning the chronological order with the spatial arrangement, showcasing the artist’s unique conceptualization of the composition.

In terms of color usage, “The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King” appears to be very vibrant, but in reality, it uses a limited color palette, consisting of only six colors. The earthy red color dominates the entire painting, which is a prominent color characteristic of the Wei, Jin, Northern and Southern Dynasties period.

Complementing this are touches of stone blue and stone green, along with the harmonious blending of black, white, and gray. This blending softens the strong contrast between earthy red and stone green and blue, achieving a harmonious contrast of warm and cool tones. At the same time, it also accentuates the brightness of contrasting colors.

The introduction of Buddhism had a significant impact on the development of portraiture in China, introducing a set of strict conventions for Buddhist iconography. During the Northern Wei dynasty, the Dunhuang murals began to emphasize body proportions and adopted more attention to three-dimensionality after incorporating color shading techniques.

In “The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King,” most of the figures on the canvas have slender bodies, with their clothing belts fluttering in the wind. Their gestures and movements exude a graceful dance-like elegance, evoking the style of figures that “float like wandering dragons and are delicate as startled swans.”

In the murals of the Northern Wei period in Dunhuang, Jataka stories are an important theme. Jataka stories refer to the countless events and experiences in the past lives of Siddhartha Gautama, who would later become the founder of Buddhism. In history, there are numerous Jataka stories related to Siddhartha Gautama.

Within Buddhist art themes, there are many Jataka story paintings, and “The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King” is just one of them. Story paintings are used to promote the Buddhist concept of karmic retribution and to praise the spirit of self-sacrifice displayed by the Nine-Colored Deer King.

In reality, all Jataka paintings ultimately convey one message: that by performing good deeds, selflessly giving, and enduring hardships, one can achieve positive outcomes, whereas engaging in wrongful actions will lead to self-destruction.

The Story of the Nine-Colored Deer King

Link:https://peacelilysite.com/2023/10/02/the-story-of-the-nine-colored-deer/

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Lessons from Orchids: Finding Serenity Amidst Life’s Challenges

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In the tranquil solitude of a monastery, an old monk devoted his time to cultivating a pot of delicate orchids. Each day, he lavished care upon these tender blooms, diligently tending to their needs by watering and weeding them with unwavering dedication.

As a result of the old monk’s meticulous attention, the orchids flourished under his care, displaying an elegant and breathtaking beauty that mirrored his own inner peace.

One day, the old monk found himself with a commitment that required him to leave the monastery to meet with friends. In his absence, he entrusted the nurturing of the cherished orchids to a young monk. He handed over the responsibility, emphasizing the importance of their care.

With a sense of honor and respect for the elder monk’s teachings, the young monk embraced his duty wholeheartedly. He approached the task just as the old monk had, showing genuine care and tenderness towards the orchids. Under his watchful eye, the orchids continued to thrive and bloom.

However, fate took an unexpected turn. On a day when the young monk had diligently watered the orchids and positioned them on a windowsill to soak in the sunlight, a sudden and fierce rainstorm struck. Powerful winds knocked the orchids from their perch, causing them to shatter upon impact.

Upon his return, the young monk was met with the heartbreaking sight of the shattered remnants of the once-beautiful orchids. He was overwhelmed with sorrow, dreading the old monk’s reaction and fearing his reprimand for failing in his entrusted duty.

Several days later, the old monk returned to the monastery. The young monk gathered the courage to confess the unfortunate incident, ready to face whatever consequence may arise from his actions.

Surprisingly, the old monk responded with silence. This unexpected reaction left the young monk puzzled and uncertain. After a moment, the old monk’s serene countenance broke into a calm smile, and he uttered words that carried profound wisdom, “I don’t cultivate orchids to get angry.”

In that simple and sincere statement, the old monk revealed a profound truth about his serene attitude towards life. The cultivation of the orchids was not about breeding frustration or anger; rather, it represented a deeper pursuit—the nurturing of one’s character and inner qualities. The orchids, though precious, were symbolic of the journey to refine one’s life and embrace noble virtues.

Life, much like a bustling marketplace, presents us with an array of experiences, people, and emotions. Some individuals exhibit unwavering positivity and joy, while others grapple with restlessness and anxiety. Our perspectives differ, our thought processes vary, and as a consequence, our approaches to problem-solving diverge greatly.

So, how can we navigate the sea of life’s challenges and find solace amidst the chaos? The answer lies in the simple yet profound art of detachment. By relinquishing our attachments and embracing life’s imperfections, we can begin to comprehend the transient nature of all things. Just as clouds swiftly drift across the sky, life’s moments are fleeting and subject to the universal cycle of existence.

The key lies in cultivating a mindset of detachment and releasing the grip of selfish desires. In doing so, we can expand our hearts, broaden our perspectives, and uncover a sense of tranquility that transcends the storms of life. Through this journey of self-discovery, we can learn from the wisdom of the orchids and the serenity of the old monk—finding beauty not just in the blooms, but in the growth of our own souls.

Lessons from Orchids: Finding Serenity Amidst Life’s Challenges

Link:https://peacelilysite.com/2023/08/29/lessons-from-orchids-finding-serenity-amidst-lifes-challenges/

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51. King Goodness the Great [Perseverance]

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51. King Goodness the Great [Perseverance]

Once upon a time, in Benares in northern India, the Enlightenment Being was born into the royal family. When he became king he was called Goodness the Great. He had earned this title by trying to do good all the time, even when the results might not benefit him. For example, he spent much of the royal treasury on the building and running of six houses of charity. In these houses good and aid were given freely to all the poor and needy who came along, even to unknown travellers. Soon King Goodness the Great became famous for his patience, loving-kindness and compassion. It was said that he loved all beings just like a father loves his young children.

Of course King Goodness observed the holy days by not eating. And naturally he practiced the ‘Five Training Steps’, giving up the five unwholesome actions. These are: destroying life, taking what is not given, doing wrong in sexual ways, speaking falsely, and losing one’s mind from alcohol. So his gentle kindness became more and more pure.

Since he wished to harm no one, King Goodness the Great even refused to imprison or injure wrongdoers. Knowing this, one of his highest ministers tried to take advantage of him. He cooked up a scheme to cheat some of the women in the royal harem. Afterwards it became known by all and was reported to the king.

He called the bad minister before him and said, ‘I have investigated and found that you have done a criminal act. Word of it has spread and you have dishonoured yourself here in Benares. So it would be better for you to go and live somewhere else. You may take all your wealth and your family. Go wherever you like and live happily there. Learn from this lesson.’

Then the minister took his family and al his belongings to the city of Kosala. Since he was very clever indeed, he worked his way up and became a minister of the king. In time he became the most trusted adviser to the King of Kosala. One day he said, ‘My lord, I came here from Benares. The city of Benares is like a beehive where the bees have no stingers! The ruling king is very tender and weak. With only a very small army you can easily conquer the city and make it yours.’

The king doubted this, so he said, “You are my minister, but you talk like a spy who is leading me into a trap!’ He replied “No my lord. If you don’t believe me, send your best spies to examine what I say. I am not lying. When robbers are brought to the King of Benares, he gives them money, advises them not to take what is not given, and then lets them go free,”

The king decided to find out if this was true. So he sent some robbers to raid a remote border village belonging to Benares. The villagers caught the looters and brought them to King Goodness the Great. He asked them, “Why do you want to do this type of crime?”

The robbers answered, “Your worship, we are poor people. There is no way to live without money. As your kingdom has plenty of workers, there is no work for us to do. So we had to loot the country in order to survive.” Hearing this, the king gave them gifts of money, advised them to change their ways, and let them go free.

When the King of Kosala was told of this, he sent another gang of bandits to the streets of Benares itself. They too looted the shops and even killed some of the people. When they were captured and brought to king Goodness, he treated them just the same as the first robbers.

Learning of this, the King of Kosala began marching his troops and elephants towards Benares.

In those days the King of Benares had a mighty army which included very brave elephants. There were many ordinary soldiers, and also some that were as big as giants. It was known that they were capable of conquering all India.

The giant soldiers told King Goodness about the small invading army from Kosala. They asked permission to attack and kill them all.

But King Goodness the Great would not send them into battle. He said, “My children, do not fight just so I may remain king. If we destroy the lives of others we also destroy our own peace of mind. Why should we kill others? Let them have the kingdom if they want it so badly. I do not wish to fight.”

The royal ministers said, “Our Lord, we will fight them ourselves. Don’t worry yourself. Only give us the order.” But again he prevented them.

Meanwhile the King of Kosala sent him a warning, telling him to give up the kingdom or fight. King Goodness the Great sent this reply: “I do not want you to fight with me, and you do not want me to fight with you. If you want the country, you can have it. Why should we kill people just to decide the name of the king? What does it matter even the name of the country itself?”

Hearing this, the ministers came forward and pleaded, “Our Lord, let us go out with our mighty army. We will beat them with our weapons and capture them all. We are much stronger than they are. We would not have to kill any of them. And besides, if we surrender the city, the enemy army would surely kill us all!”

But King Goodness would not be moved. He refused to cause harm to anyone. He replied, “Even if you do not wish to kill, by fighting many will be injured. By accident some may die. No one knows the future – whether our attackers will kill us or not. But we do know whether our present actions are right or wrong. Therefore I will not harm, or cause others to harm, any living being!”

Then King Goodness ordered the city gates be opened up for the invaders. He took his ministers to the top floor of the palace and advised them, “Say nothing and try to remain calm.”

The King of Kosala entered the city of Benares and saw that no one was against him. So he and his soldiers entered and went up to the top floor. They capture the innocent King Goodness the Great. The soldiers tied the hands of the defeated king and all of his ministers.

Then they were taken to the cemetery outside the city. They were buried up to their necks, standing straight up, with only their heads above ground. But even while the dirt was being trampled down around his neck, the Great Being remained without anger in his mind and said nothing.

Their discipline and obedience to King Goodness were so great that not a single minister spoke a word against anyone. But the King of Kosala had no mercy. He said roughly, “Come night time, let the jackals do as they please!”

And so it came to pass that, at midnight, a large band of jackals wandered into the cemetery. They could smell a feast of human flesh waiting for them.

Seeing them coming, King Goodness and his ministers shouted all at once and scared the jackals away. Twice more this happened. Then the clever jackals realised, “These men must have been put here for us to kill and eat.” No longer afraid, they ignored the shouts. The jackal king walked right up to the face of King Goodness.

The king offered his throat to the beast. But before he could bite into him, the king grabbed the jackal’s chin with his teeth. No harming him, King Goodness gripped him tightly so the jackal king howled in fear. This frightened his followers and they all ran away.

Meanwhile the jackal king thrashed back and forth, trying madly to free himself from the might jaws of the human king. In so doing, he loosened the dirt packed around the king’s neck and shoulders. Then King Goodness released the screaming jackal. He was able to wiggle himself free from the loosened earth and pull himself up onto the ground. Then he freed all his frightened ministers.

Nearby there was a dead body. It just so happened that it was lying on the border of the territories claimed by two rival demons. They were arguing over the division of the body, insulting each other in ways that only demons can.

Then one demon said to the other, “Why should we continue quarrelling instead of eating? Right over there is King Goodness the Great of Benares. He is famous in all worlds for his righteousness. He will divide the dead body for us.

They dragged the body to the king and asked him to divide it between them fairly. He said, ‘My friends, I would be glad to divide this for you. But I am filthy and dirty, I must clean myself first.”

The two demons used their magic powers to bring scented water, perfume, clothing, ornaments and flowers from the king’s own palace in Benares. He bathed, perfumed himself, dressed, and covered himself with ornaments and flower garlands.

The demons asked King Goodness if there was anything else they could do. He replied that he was hungry. So, again by their magic powers, the demons brought the most delicious flavoured rice in a golden bowl and perfumed drinking water in a golden cup — also from the royal palace in Benders.

When he was satisfied, king Goodness asked them to bring him the sword of state from the pillow of the King of Kosala, who was sleeping in the palace in Benares. With magic that too was easily done. Then the king used the sword to cut the dead boy into two halves, right down the spine. He washed the sword of state and strapped it to his side.

The hungry demons happily gobbled up the fairly divided dead body. Then they gratefully said to King Goodness, “Now that our bellies are full, is there anything else we can do to please you?”

He replied, “By your magic, set me in my own bedroom in the palace next to the King of Kosala. In addition, put all these my ministers back in their homes.” Without a word, the demons did exactly as the king had asked.

At that moment the King of Kosala was fast asleep in the royal bedchamber. King Goodness the Great gently touched the belly of the sleeping king with the sword of state. The king awoke in great surprise. In the dim lamplight he was frightened to see King Goodness leaning over him with sword in hand. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he was not having a nightmare!”

Then he asked the great king, “My lord how did you come here in spite of all my guards? You were buried up to your neck in the cemetery — how is it you are spotlessly clean, sweet smelling, dressed in your own royal robes, and decorated with fine jewellery and the loveliest flowers?”

King Goodness told him the story of his escape from the band of jackals. He told of the two demons that came to him to settle their quarrel. And he told how they gratefully helped him with their magic powers.

On hearing this, the King of Kosala was overcome by his own shame. He bowed his head to King Goodness the Great and cried, “Oh great king, the stupid ferocious demons, who live by eating the flesh and drinking the blood of dead bodies — they recognised your supreme goodness. But I, who was lucky enough to be born as an intelligent and civilised human being — I have been too foolish to see how wonderful your pure goodness is.

“I promise never again to plot against you, my lord —- you who have gained such perfect harmlessness. And I promise to serve you forever as the truest of friends. Please forgive me, great king.” Then, as if he were a servant, the King of Kosala laid King Goodness the Great down on the royal bed, while he himself lay on a small couch.

The next day the King of Kosala called all his soldiers into the palace courtyard. There he publicly praised the king of Benares and asked his forgiveness once again. He gave back the kingdom and promised that he would always protect King Goodness. Then he punished his adviser, the criminal minister, and returned to Kosala with all his troops and elephants.

King Goodness the Great was sitting majestically on his golden throne, with its legs like those of a gazelle. He was shaded from the sun by the pure white royal umbrella. He taught his loyal subjects saying, “People of Benares wholesomeness begins with giving up the five unwholesome actions once and for all. The highest qualities of the good person, whether ruler or subject, are loving-kindness and compassion. Filled with these qualities, one cannot harm another —- no matter what the reason or the cost. No matter how dangerous the threat, one must persevere until the greatness of the good heart wins in the end.”

Throughout the rest of his reign, the people of Benares lived peacefully and happily. King Goodness the Great continued performing wholesome works. Eventually he died and was reborn as he deserved.

The moral is: Refusing to harm others, the good heart wins over all.

51. King Goodness the Great [Perseverance]

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