Moral Stories – Peace LiLy

On a pitch-black night, a wandering ascetic on a journey to seek the Buddha arrived in a remote village. The dark streets were bustling with villagers coming and going.

The ascetic walked into a narrow alley and noticed a faint yellow light shining from deep within the quiet alleyway. A villager remarked, “The blind man is coming.”

“Blind man?” The ascetic was puzzled. He asked another villager beside him, “Is the person carrying the lamp really blind?”

The answer was affirmative. The ascetic couldn’t understand.

A blind man, who has no concept of day and night, who cannot see mountains or rivers, or the vibrant world of peach blossoms and green willows—he doesn’t even know what light looks like. Isn’t it ridiculous for him to carry a lamp?

The lamp gradually drew closer, and the faint yellow light moved slowly from the depths of the alley to the ascetic’s feet.

Still perplexed, the ascetic asked, “May I ask, are you truly blind?”

The blind man carrying the lamp replied, “Yes, I have lived in darkness ever since I entered this world.”

The ascetic asked, “Since you can’t see anything, why are you carrying a lamp?”

The blind man said, “Is it night now? I heard that in the dark, without the light of a lamp, no one can see anything, just like me. So I lit a lamp.”

The ascetic, beginning to understand, said, “Oh, so you are carrying the lamp to light the way for others?”

But the blind man replied, “No, it’s for myself.”

“For yourself?” The ascetic was stunned.

The blind man slowly explained, “Have you ever been bumped into by other travelers because of the darkness?”

The ascetic said, “Yes, just a moment ago, I wasn’t paying attention and was bumped by two people.”

The blind man then said thoughtfully, “But I haven’t been. Though I am blind and cannot see anything, by carrying this lamp, I not only light the way for others but also allow them to see me. This way, they won’t bump into me because they can’t see.”

Hearing this, the ascetic suddenly realized.

He looked up and sighed, “I’ve been traveling far and wide to find the Buddha, but little did I know that the Buddha was right beside me all along.”

It turns out that Buddha nature is like a lamp. As long as I light it, even if I cannot see the Buddha, the Buddha will be able to see me.

The story is simple, yet it seems to ignite a light within the darkest corners of our hearts.

The Merchant’s Compassion: A Tale of Kindness and Divine Protection

In the past, there was a merchant from Anhui Province named Wang Zhiren. He was over forty years old and, though successful in business with some savings, his only regret was that he had no son.

One day, while out on a business trip, he was walking alone by the riverside when he suddenly saw a young woman, dressed as a village wife, holding a baby and jumping into the river. He was shocked and wanted to jump in to rescue them, but he lamented that he couldn’t swim and was unable to save them. In that critical moment, he looked up and saw several fishing boats in the distance on the river. He raised his hand and shouted for help, but when his first few calls went unanswered, he ran and shouted that he would offer twenty taels of gold to anyone who saved them.

Only then did the fishermen rush over, and they finally pulled the young woman and the baby out of the water. Wang Zhiren handed over the twenty taels of gold to the fishermen and then asked the young woman why she had jumped into the river with the baby. The woman tearfully explained, “My husband works as a laborer elsewhere, and we kept a pig at home, planning to sell it to pay the rent. Yesterday, a pig trader came by, and I sold the pig, but after he left, I discovered that the money I received was all counterfeit. My husband has a very violent temper. If he finds out, he’ll certainly beat me severely. We are so poor that we can barely survive, so I decided to drown myself and my baby in the river.”

Hearing this, Wang Zhiren was filled with compassion. He asked how much the pig had been worth and gave her twice that amount in real silver. The young woman, encountering such a kind and compassionate person, was overwhelmed with indescribable joy and gratitude. She expressed her heartfelt thanks and blessings to Wang Zhiren and, to ensure she could repay his kindness in the future, she carefully asked for his name, birthplace, and residence. She then returned home with her baby, feeling consoled.

When she arrived home, her husband had already returned. The young woman recounted in detail how she had received counterfeit money for the pig, her fear of being beaten, her attempted suicide with the baby, and how a kind man had saved them and given her real silver.

Her husband was deeply moved upon hearing about Wang Zhiren’s compassion and decided to accompany his wife to Wang’s lodging to express their gratitude.

When Wang Zhiren, still in bed, heard them knocking at the door, he got up and went outside. As he stepped out, there was a sudden loud crash from inside the room, startling all three of them. They turned to see that the wall of the room had collapsed due to damage from several days of heavy rain, and the bricks, tiles, and beams had fallen, crushing the bed where Wang had been sleeping.

Wang Zhiren exclaimed, “Oh my! That was so dangerous! If you two hadn’t knocked on my door and called me out, I would have been crushed to death by the falling wall and bricks!”

The couple replied in unison, “This is the will of Heaven. A kind-hearted person like you, Mr. Wang, should not suffer such a calamity.”

Later, Wang Zhiren’s wife gave birth to several sons, and Wang Zhiren lived to the ripe old age of ninety-six, passing away peacefully without illness.