Hesitant, nicknamed Sweet Lotus, and Sacred Tiller studied together with Old Dragon Happy. One day the Sacred Farmer closed the doors and, leaning on the table, dozed off. And at noon, opening the doors, the Indecisive One came in and said:
- The Old Dragon has died!
The Sacred Farmer grabbed his staff from his sleep and jumped up, but suddenly let go of the staff and, smiling, said:
- Oh Heaven! He knew how ignorant, rude and dissolute I was, so he left me and died. Alas! The teacher died without revealing his crazy words to me.
His speech was heard by the Filling Mound, who expressed his condolences and remarked:
“Noble men from all over the Celestial Empire come to him who has embodied the path. Now even the one who has found only a hair of the autumn web, less than one out of ten thousand shares of the path, understands that the deceased took with him his crazy words, and even more so those who embodied the path understand this. They look at him - formless; listen to him - silent. People who talk about him call him dark-dark. But to judge the path in this way means to deny the path.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru