Verse 11 Living in a luxurious building or a narrow stable makes no difference to me.
/Buddha
When King Jingfan heard that his son had attained enlightenment, he was now accompanied by his disciples and was walking towards the country of Kapila, and the old king was really overjoyed. He immediately ordered the entire royal city to be decorated with bunting ribbons and beat drums to convey the news. He himself was impatiently waiting in the palace to meet his son.
The king received news that the Buddha had entered the outer city after a long journey and was now walking towards the inner city. He couldn't wait any longer, so he hurriedly got into the carriage and came to the inner city gate with the call of the ministers, Brahmins and high-ranking officials of the Shakyamuni tribe. As soon as he got there, he couldn't wait to get out of the car, holding his hands on crutches and waiting eagerly. In the cold wind, he was shivering from the cold.
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The Buddha continued to walk forward along the main road. Although there is a faint sunshine outside, because it is winter, the biting cold besieges the earth. Outside the inner city, a group of Shudra caste women stood on both sides of the road, clasped their hands together, wearing thin tops, sticking their heads out of the tattered straw hut, silently looking at the Buddha. The rich man was wrapped in warm robes and stood on the balcony upstairs, looking at the Buddha. I saw the Buddha walking peacefully in front of the disciples in the biting cold wind.
At this time, an old crazy woman was squinting at the road with a pair of dim eyes. She saw a yellow light. Suddenly, she felt that the yellow brilliance was overwhelming.
"Old mother." The Buddha shouted and approached the lonely woman.
Hearing this cry from heaven, the woman suddenly raised her head. She struggled to close her paralyzed hands on either side.
"Oh! Oh my God." She groaned, looked at the Buddha's face, and her whole body trembled involuntarily. Finally, she finally managed to merge her hands that had just moved closer together.
The Buddha said to the ministers who came to greet him:
"Krudea, she is the famous prostitute Subao in the Acropolis of Capiro in the past. Now she has become an old and frail madwoman."
"Is there no one who can help her anymore?"
"World-Honored One, no."
"World-Honored One, as far as I know, many people have proposed to her, including the Shakyamuni nobles. Like her
Such a woman does not deserve sympathy."
"Why do you say that, Crudea?"
"World-Honored One, this woman is really annoying. She exudes a stench. Citizens threw stones at her and drove her away. I think it was the king's officials who knew you were coming, so they drove her out of the inner city. World-Honored One, the citizens do not sympathize with her because she used to be in a lowly profession."
"Crudea, what lowly profession did she have?"
"World-Honored One. She receives all the men who come to her."
"Who forced her to pursue such a career?"
"Shakyamuni."
"Crudea, think about it, whose behavior is lower, this woman or the Shakyamuni tribe?"
"World-Honored One, I never thought like that. But now I think this woman is pitiful enough."
Su Bao trembled like a sieve. She climbed a few steps forward, but fell weakly in front of the Buddha.
"Old mother, wake up, I will help you. Auntie, you speak. Can you still recognize me?"
"World-Honored One, I can recognize You. Seven or eight years ago, you called my aunt and told me that you were on a mission to find the truth in order to destroy the suffering of people like me."
"Keruya, in such a pitiful situation, she still speaks so orderly, Krudea, are you here by car?"
"Yes. World-Honored One, I came by car."
"In that case, please help her into the car, bring her to my father, and tell my father that it is the greatest honor to give me the greatest honor to help these helpless beings. Let her get good treatment and give her the right clothes. Please tell my father that only after doing these things can the country of Kapila become a suitable place for the Buddha. I'll wait here. Kluya, take this poor woman back to the city and take care of her needs. Please let me know when these things are done. Then I will step into the city of Capira."
"World-Honored One, your father is anxiously waiting for you at the city gate. He was accompanied by the nobles of the Shakya tribe and the Brahmins. They are all eagerly looking forward to welcoming you. If I bring this bad woman to them, they will definitely be furious with me, and they will definitely insult you. World-Honored One, it is best to continue moving forward and not stay here. I will accompany you and this woman in the car."
"No, Crudea, you and this woman will go first, and I'll be there later."
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The King of Clean Rice stared intently at the rushing carriage. As soon as the carriage stopped in front of him, the old king, who couldn't wait, ran over on crutches.
"What's going on? Why hasn't my son come yet?" The king asked urgently.
"Your Majesty, he stopped halfway."
"Why? Tell me, Crudea, tell me why."
The Shakyamuni nobles and Brahmins gathered around at once, and they all rushed to the carriage. Although they were dressed in warm robes, they were shivering from the cold. Crudeja says:
"Your Majesty, let's take a look at the carriage first."
The king looked into the carriage and said,
"Aiqing, I really don't understand, I saw a stinky old woman sitting in the car. Crudea, are you crazy? Why did you bring this old woman who was supposed to be sent to the morgue here?"
"Your Majesty, your son Buddha is a strange person who has never heard of or seen him. This old woman is the famous prostitute Su Bao in the former Acropolis of Capiro. She is now old and sick, lying on the edge of a trench next to the road outside the city. Your Majesty, allow me to tell you the facts I must say."
"Tell me, Crudea, speak quickly."
"Your Majesty, at that time, the Buddha was walking this way with me, surrounded by disciples. Suddenly he found the woman and asked about her. When he saw the carriage I was riding in, he said to me, 'In this case, please help her into the carriage and bring her to my father's eyes, and tell my father that it is the greatest honor to give me the relief of these helpless beings. Let her get a good treatment and give her clothes that fit. Please tell my father that only after doing these things can the country of Kapila become a suitable place for the Buddha. I'll wait here. Crudea, take this poor woman back to the city and take care of her needs. Please let me know when these things are done. Then I will step into the city of Capira.' 」
As soon as Krudeya's words fell, the Shakya nobles, who had always been arrogant, became indignant.
At first they stood there quietly, but then they all shouted angrily at the king:
"Old king, are you insulting us in this way by inviting us here? We don't care if he is Siddhartha or the world-famous Buddha. Since seven generations of our family, we have not been insulted so lowly. Your Majesty, we can't bear it anymore. Please explain to Your Majesty that we endure the cold winter, waiting for him, shivering from the cold, and he looks down on us so much. What does that mean?"
A panic, the old king staggered to the side of the car, propped himself up on the frame, stared at the ground tightly, and muttered:
"Oh my God! It's really a big disaster. Son, why do you want to hurt your father's heart again?"
Crudea patiently persuaded on the side:
"Your Majesty, Shakyamuni nobles, don't get excited. The Buddha is famous all over the world, and he thinks differently than we think. He regards all beings as equal, and his feelings for this lonely woman and his father are equal. He treats all beings in the same way."
"Your Majesty, if he thinks that the father who raised him is equal to this unfortunate woman, then it is not difficult for us to imagine what kind of Buddha fruit he has attained." The nobles of the Shakyamuni tribe retorted.
"Noblemen, don't imagine the Buddha so lightly. When He comes to you, you will evaluate His greatness for yourselves, and you should not have any misunderstandings. What is important now is to give this woman proper recuperation so that she can live well. According to the Buddha's will, Your Majesty, please allow me to take her to the best doctor in the city, Shanja. When the Buddha learned that she had received the best treatment and proper food and clothing, he would enter the city very happily. I think, nobles, the Buddha sent this woman first to teach us that we should help the helpless, and he didn't want to insult us. Your Majesty, please allow me to send her to Dr. Shanjia!"
Before the king could speak, the patriarch of the Shakya tribe, Shikodana, spoke first:
"Shanja was dedicated to the noble Shakyamuni, and he only received members of the nobility. It is best to send this lowly woman to her hometown grave, so as not to insult our Shakyamuni people."
"Listen to the voice, I know who is saying these words." Su Bao, who was lying in the car, said.
"It is Shakodana. It was the arrogant Shakyamuni 25 years ago. Do you remember that in my attic, you hugged me with both hands and kissed me on the lips? It's just that now, my lips are festering from the wound and smelling. At that time, you begged me to marry you. There is no one in the eyes of Shikodana. At that time, I"
"Shut up! , do you want to insult me too?" The king interrupted her at once.
"No, Your Majesty, you didn't ask for that. You were very stable at that age, just like you are now."
The king and Shikodana looked at each other and quickly looked away. Then the king lifted up his head and said to Crudea:
"Aiqing, take her to see Shanjia immediately and provide her with proper treatment and decent clothes. Alas! The only way to relieve my pain is to die. I went back to the palace. Tell my dear son, all hope is lost, and I go back to the palace to grieve for him."
A burst of ice and snow came overwhelmingly, beating the glacier-covered Himalayas and embracing the towering sky
Green pine and thick sandalwood trees. The roaring wind roared with a trembling roar. After a while, the entire earth was covered with a thick layer of snow.
When Crudea returned from Dr. Shanja, he happened to encounter a hailstorm. The coachman drove the car with difficulty, and the wheels sank deep into the snow. They rushed through the city gates in the vast night.
After a lot of effort, they finally came to the place where the Buddha rested. However, they could not see the shadow of the Buddha and a monk.
"Coachman, what should we do? There is no shadow of the Buddha anywhere, there is a vast white area everywhere."
The coachman thought that if everyone went looking for the Buddha and left the carriage in the snow, then the horses in the harness would freeze to death.
Crudeja says:
"Coachman, you drive the carriage back first. If in such a storm, I will also find the Buddha and his disciples. If something goes wrong with him, it will be bad. Go back and tell the king that the Buddha is taking shelter from the snow in a safe place outside the city. I think the king must be frightened now."
Before the coachman could answer, Crudea ran towards the family's residence, staggering through the snow. The biting cold wind blew him out of breath. The night deepened, and the cold made his hands and feet inflexible. He knew that there were slums of untouchables nearby, but he had never been to the place where these poor people lived.
Wherever there is a light, Crudea will run towards it. In every such place, there are four or five monks, but the shadow of the Buddha is not visible.
Crudea was frozen so much that he couldn't hold on any longer and was about to collapse. Suddenly, he found that next to the slum, there was a two-story courtyard with lights on the upper floor. He thought that the Buddha must have lived there comfortably. He hurriedly ran over, climbed over the old fence wall, came to the gate, and knocked on the closed door one by one. But no one opened the door. He wanted to shout, but he just couldn't open his mouth. At this moment, he heard a voice not far away:
"Crudea, who are you looking for?"
At this time, the wind had weakened, and the sound was clearly coming from outside. Krudea knew that only the Buddha could call his name. He was excited, stepped out of the yard, raised his head, and looked upstairs, but all the windows were tightly closed.
"Crudea, come here."
The sound came from the stable. Crudea immediately ran in that direction. Once again he heard the voice of the Buddha:
"Crudea, I'm speaking to you, follow the voice. There is straw here to warm up."
In the darkness, Crudea followed the sound and climbed over the railing of the stable to the Buddha. The Buddha sat on a pile of straw and said:
"Crudea, if you feel stiff and inflexible, rub your face with your hands and move your body, which will speed up the blood circulation. And then you feel a little better."
Crudea warmed up for a while, and then spoke:
"World-Honored One, this is the stable where the horses live."
"I know, what does it matter?"
"It's tattered and dirty. It also has a stench."
"Crudea, you mean that it is better to live in this stable than to stand in the ice and snow?"
"World-Honored One, that's not what I meant. The building over there must be much more comfortable and warm, and you should live in that person's house."
"Crudea, the doors and windows are closed, so what should I do?"
"World-Honored One, knock on the door, you can knock it open."
"I heard you knock on the door, is the door open?"
Crudea stopped making a sound.
"Crudea, it makes no difference to me to live in a luxurious building or a cramped stable. In order to avoid the cold, although it is not an expensive bedding, there is a straw for warming the body. Crewe, think about straw, don't think about bedding. Don't compare two different things, be content with what you have."
"World-Honored One, there is a bad smell here."
"This smell is not as terrible as the smell of a corpse after death, be content."
"Horse manure and horse urine are everywhere here."
"But, you should be satisfied, it's not as dirty and hateful as human feces."
After a while, Crudea said again:
"World-Honored One, I am very happy to have convinced You. But your family members are very disappointed."
"Who is he, Crudea?"
"It's your uncle, your father's brother."
"Why are they bothering me?"
"You shouldn't stop halfway, and you shouldn't send a dirty woman. They think it's a great insult to them."
"How could this be an insult to them? Crudea, am I wrong again to return their past treasures?"
