Posted on: June 4, 2022 Posted by: admin Comments: 0


Come back… On the way back, if you meet someone wearing a left clog on your right foot and a right clog on your left foot, that person is an incarnation of Buddha. Take care and make offerings to that Buddha as taught in the Sutras…

Once upon a time, there was a guy who read the Sutras, heard about Buddha very much, and determined to find him to meet him. The guy wrapped the melon and left. After experiencing countless mountains, rivers, pits, dangers and obstacles… he still had not met the Buddha like the figure in the Sutra described: “Buddha’s body is golden in color, one foot six feet tall, full of 32 good generals, 80 radiant beauty.”

One day, on a hillside, the young man happened to meet an old man with white hair and beard, and his bones were superhuman. Glad he implored:

– Grandpa, do you know where Buddha is staying? Please just help me.

The old man smiled.

– Oh, where is there no Buddha.? On the last road, I may not have met you.

– Sir, on the way, I have met countless people, but they are all ordinary people… I have never seen anyone with a few good marks as described in the Sutras about Buddha.

The Buddha’s predecessor took care of his blind elderly parents

The old man laughed.

– You are so stupid! Don’t you know that the full body of 32 good generals and 80 beauties, the Indians have burned to ashes and split up to build the worshiping tower.?

– So, Buddha is dead?

– Now Buddha scattered everywhere. He also has a bad and ugly body like sentient beings. Do you still want to see Him?

– No matter what form, if it really is You, I am still extremely religious.

– Then let me give you a hint… Go back… On the way back, if you meet a person wearing a left clog on your right foot and a right clog on your left foot, that person is an incarnation of God. Buddha. Take care and make offerings to that Buddha as taught in the Sutras…

The young man hurried back, and during the long trip he did not meet any Buddha with the same shape as the old man described. Bored, he returned home. It was late, the mother still turned on the lamp and waited for her child. When she heard the doorbell, she was so happy, she jumped down and struggled to find a pair of clogs and then opened the door with a walking stick. The young man saw his mother emaciated, tears running down her wrinkled cheeks, flipped the left clog over her right foot, and turned her face to the left foot. He hugged his mother and choked.

– Oh.! My dear Buddha…

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