The following events were related to
me by cultivators who knew the Master Hsuan Hua in Manchuria. I have
noticed that many Westerners are curious, and some eager, about leaving
home to follow the life of a bhiksu or bhiksuni, and thought that the
ideas in this story, new to the West, might interest Western readers.
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When the Master Hsuan Hua was in Manchuria, he followed the Great
Master Ch’ang Jen. They went everywhere together, encouraging people to
make offerings of charity. Once they passes through a country village and,
just as they were about to enter the house of a Mr. Wong, he grabbed his
child and knelt before them in the doorway, pleading to them to save his
child’s life. His child had tuberculosis and coughed up blood, and his
stomach and head hurt.
The old Abbot Ch'ang Jen couldn't cure
sickness. "Ask Dharma Master Hsuan Hua," he said pointing,
"he can help you."
The Master said, "This man asks
you to help him and you ignore him and give me this trouble?" But the
Abbot insisted, so the Master agreed.
He asked Mr. Wong a strange question:
"Do you want your son to live or die?
If you want me to save his life, I can't do that. You must save him
yourself."
"Yes! I want him to live,"
said Mr. Wong, "But how can I save him? I don't have any
method."
"You have this method," he replied, "if you want him to
live, you must allow him to leave home. If your son leaves home, he will
live; if he does not, he will surely die. There are no two ways about
it."
The child was eleven years old at that
time. Mr. Wong's wife agreed and so the Master repeated his instructions.
"If you agree that your child will leave home, from this very day he
will not cough blood and hi stomach and head will get well."
"How do you feel?" they
asked the boy.
“Why, I feel better. I’m getting well,” he said.
As they were leaving, the Master said, “When he is completely
cured, send him to my temple. If you don’t he will surely die.
The child recovered and was soon completely cured. Half a month later the
Master returned to his temple and waited, but Mr. Wong did not bring his
son. He waited two or three months. One day as he was walking along the
outskirts of the Father's village, the child, sitting at home, knew. He
said, "My teacher came to our village today, but he did not stop at
our house. He is probably unhappy with us." From that day he
relapsed, and his sickness was even worse than before. After a week his
father went to the temple, but the Master wasn't in, and since none of the
other people knew about this situation, no one could help him.
When he got home, the boy said, "Father, I went with you to the
temple today! I saw every room in San Yuan Temple and I know who lives in
every room. I saw one room hung with P'ai Wei slips to cross over the
dead...."
“This is very strange." said his father, "Your mother says you
were here all the time. How could you have gone with me to the
temple?"
A few days later, the Master was again walking on the outskirts of the
village, on his way back to the temple, and the child knew: "Today my
teacher is going back to the temple. He's not stopping at our house.
Please follow his instructions and allow me to leave home. Go to see him
right away."
But the child's father replied, "Wait until tomorrow, I'll go
then."
"You don't have to go," said the boy. "Even if you were to
go this minute, it wouldn't make any difference."
That evening at dusk, the child sat up
in bed, "Father?" he said. "Light the lamp. Tell me if I am
sitting up correctly." His father lit the lamp and looked at this son
who was sitting serene and upright in the lotus position. He was dead.
No matter how hard his father and mother cried, he didn't come back to
life. They asked the Master if he could make their child live again. He
said, "The method wasn't mine, it was yours. I gave it to you and you
did didn't use it. There is nothing more I can do."
The child was born into the Wong
family, and his first name was Shen.
Why did the Master instruct
this child to leave home? Because he looked like a bhiksu, and in past
lives he had made vows to leave home in every life.
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