The story: the monk and the merchant speak of a humble people in which they all lived in harmony, despite the lack of resources, the locals were very friendly and had felt community.
Nearby, there was a monastery where a community of monks lived, always attentive to the needs of their neighbors, who grew wheat in the temple, and this year the harvest had been good.
- Therefore.
- The teacher asked one of the monks to collect a good supply of grain and take it by wagon to the village.
They shared the food with everyone, because they thought sharing abundance would bring them joy. The monk was very obedient and helpful. He followed the order very carefully.
With his own hands he collected several branches of wheat, placed them one by one in a cart, in the end there was a huge lot, but all a good monk thought was how happy the villagers would be. be when they saw it.
“The only charm of the past is the fact that it’s past. “-Oscar Wilde-
The next day, early in the morning, the monk got up to take the cart to the village, from the beginning he noticed that he weighed a lot, but he didn’t care, all he thought was that he had to. Bring as much food as possible.
In this way, he tied his cargo very well and chose the three strongest horses to help him in this task, then went to the village. It was three miles away. The morning was clear and the monk traveled with joy, thinking of the good he was doing.
I was delighted to imagine the look of all the people who needed food, they hadn’t had enough food for everyone in a long time, I was thinking about that when, all of a sudden, something scared the horses, not knowing when and how, the horses got out of hand.
The monk tried to maintain control, but it was impossible. The car was quickly eded and began rolling downhill. Unfortunately, a merchant passed through this place, which was also heading towards the village. Fate would forever unite the monk and the merchant.
It all happened very quickly. The monk did not know how he had hit the merchant’s car, when she looked at him lying on the ground and bloodied, only managed to run desperately to help him, it was in vain. By the time he arrived at the scene, the merchant was already dead.
From that moment on, it was as if the monk and the merchant had become one person, it was not long before the villagers came to help, finally handed them the wheat and returned to their monastery with a completely broken soul.
From that day on, he began to see the merchant’s face in everything he looked at, if he slept, he dreamed of it. When I got up, I couldn’t think of anything else, the image of the dead man was chasing him.
Then he decided to consult his master. The latter told him that he could not continue living like this, he had to make the decision to forget, the monk told him that it was impossible. He felt guilty about death. Maybe if I hadn’t filled the car so much, I could have stay in control.
The story of the monk and merchant tells that things went on like this for several months. The monk could not help but feel a deep sorrow. The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. When he saw the situation, the captain made a decision.
He took the monk and told him that he could not live like this, the monk repeated what he had already said, then the teacher advised him to kill himself, the monk was very surprised, but then he realized that perhaps it was the only way to do it. Out.
However, he did not have the courage to do so, the master reassured him. He himself could raise his sword against him and cut off his head. The monk, resigned, agreed.
He sharpened the sword. He then asked the monk to kneel and put his head on a stone, and he did. The master raised his arms and the monk began to tremble, he was sweating cold. I was so scared.
Soon the master raised his weapon against the sky, but stopped a few millimetres before cutting off the monk’s head.
The monk was paralyzed. At that moment, the teacher asked him, “During these last moments of your life, have you thought of the trader?” The monk said no. That he could only think of the sword that went through his neck.
Then the teacher said, “This means that your mind can turn away from this bad memory. If you’ve done it once, can you train your mind to do it more often?”