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2014年8月24日 星期日

[BuddhaStories] Evil returns to evil doers



[Buddhist Stories] Evil returns to evil doers
     A Long time ago, the Buddha was in Srovasti. One day, Buddha went into town to beg for alms. A brahmin saw the Buddha. The brahmin began to insult the Buddha and threw a fit full of dirt toward the Buddha. At the moment the brahmin threw dirt, a gust of wind turned the dirt back to himself.
     Buddha then said in prose, " If there is no hatred in one’s heart, then even if the person was criticized or blamed, the person’s heart would remain peaceful and calm. If one’s heart is polluted, even if the person scolds others, just as the dirt blown by the wind, the evildoing would return to him or herself. "
The Brahmin became deeply remorseful and said, “ I am too foolish to distinguish good and evil. I should not have criticized and insult the Buddha.” The Brahmin really admired Buddha’s noble ethic and left  happily.







蘇東波與佛印 The stories of Su Dongpo and Foyin: Part 1


The stories of Su Dongpo and Foyin


Su Dongpo: Great Master, What do you think I sit like?
         Foyin: Like a respected Buddha. 


Su Dongpo: But I think you sit like a pile of shit! 
 Foyin: Oh, really?


Su Dongpo: You said I look like a Buddha, but I described you like shit, aren't you upset?
 Foyin: Actually I should be happy, why should I be upset. 


Foyin:  Because I am a buddha, thus who I see is also a buddha. If I am shit, I see others as shit. 


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蘇東波與佛印 The stories of Su Dongpo and Foyin: Part 2


The stories of Su Dongpo and Foyin


One day Su Dongpo write a poem to demonstrate his understanding of the buddha's teachings. 


Extremely satisfied with himself, he sent someone to present the poem to Foyin. 


Foyin: You think the eight winds cannot move you? Such FART!


So Dongpo: How dar you say my words are just farts! I'm going to get you this time!


Foyin: So Dongpo! You said the eight winds could not move you?   
          But a simple FART word blew you over the river?