My mane is No
Anger, though I still get angry occasionally, my friend No
Ego hasn't been humble all the time, young novice No
Fool easily becomes obsessed with one foolish game
or other, and my master’s lay disciple No Smoke still isn't
able to quit smoke yet - it seems none of us are truly
worthy of our names. But there is an exception though:
the one who called No Talk never talks indeed, not since
he was born.
In the nearby Watery
Town there is a small restaurant. At the times when
we have too much to do in the town, we would have our meal
there, and the boss of the restaurant would prepare a vegetable
dishes for us.
Once when we went to have a lunch there, we noticed a cage
near the entrance, and in the cage there was a little puppy.
No Dust and No Fool were immediately attracted to this little
fella, and played with the puppy happily until the moment
they learned that the dog was to be slaughtered to make a
We all felt very sad about this and I went to persuade the
boss to release the poor little creature.
“No way,” said the boss. “My customer has already booked
“I’ll buy the dog, just let the dog go,” demanded a guest,
on overhearing our discussion about how to ask our master
to pay for the freedom of the dog.
The boss’s ego was hurt. “Forget it!” he shouted back at
the guest. “This is none of your business.”
A big quarrel exploded. Finally the guest left the restaurant
in fuming, the boss returned to kitchen in towering anger,
and we ran up the hill searching for help, while the poor
little dog was still trapped in the cage waiting for his
Soon, Master Wisdom
Forever came down to the restaurant with us. He did
not try to reason with the boss, instead stood in front
of the cage chanting
the sutras. No Dust and No Fool were never keen on
sutra chanting, but this time they chanted for hours in
the most serious manner. Seeing what we did, people were
all moved and begged the boss to free the dog. Eventually
the boss was moved too, agreeing to let his prisoner go
And this little dog was later named No Talk.
When I take my rest, I like to hold No Talk sitting on a
stone by the front gate, viewing the scene down the hill.
The visitors to the temple often come to ask me all sorts
of questions, some quite general, others rather specific.
I always do my best to answer, while No Talk keeps his dignified
silence as usual, pacing circles around us.
However if the abbot is there, the visitors would not bother
to waste their time on No Talk and me, but go straightway
to talk to the senior, and we two would keep sitting on the
stone viewing the scene down the hill.
Once a lay Buddhist enquired the abbot about how to improve
“Well, if you can see everybody around here, including the
young monk and the dog, not just me, the abbot, your cultivation
will be enhanced rapidly,” returned the abbot.
(You can visit Monk No Anger's personal blog to read his
original posts in Chinese at "http://787129669.qzone.qq.com")
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