“Oh
Master, can you save our lives?”
A
woman and her five young children cried
“What
can I do for you?”
– “It
is just simple, please, please don’t ring the morning bell”
Or we all have to go to hell...
The
Monk did not wake his novice to ring the bell as usual
He
was praying quietly when his neighbor, a butcher shouted
in anger…
" I rely on your morning bell to wake up and kill pigs to sell to the market
It is too late now, what can I do today!!!”
It is too late now, what can I do today!!!”
The Monk told the Butcher his dream last night
"A
mother and five babies came to me and cried
And asked me to skip the bell to save their lives…"
“That’s
nonsense!” the butcher said and went away…
He came home and saw his wife smile
“We
are lucky, the pig had five babies. How nice!
It
is so good that you didn’t kill her today…”
His
wife looked at him in surprise
To
see him so terrified...
The Butcher told his wife the story
The
Monk told him this morning
The
couple was filled with regrets
They
had caused so many deaths...
The
Butcher came to the pagoda to bare his heart to the Monk
He
stuck his knife in the soil and raised his voice
“I
never kill again for all my life”
His
knife rested in peace
From
Mother Land
It
has bloody leaves
That look like knives
That look like knives
It
is the Cordyline...
Once upon a time ....
Once upon a time ....
By
LANTOURGUIDE
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