There are many different species of plants in the Hatch
Hill, when gusts of autumn wind blow through the trees,
ripe wild fruits would fall off the branches. By then No
Ego and I would walk around the mountain to collect
the fresh fruits, wash them in streams, then lift up our
robe in front to hold as many as possible and bring back
to share with everyone in the monastery.
Among the wild fruits, those with a pink colour are especially
sweet and juicy. They are hard to find. When we did get one,
we would earnestly present it to our master and he would
accept the honour of giving the magic fruit away.
About three or four years ago, I found a pink fruit and
passed it to my master, and my master passed it to No
Dust, and No Dust passed it to his own mouth, and ate
it. That night, the boy suffered bad diarrhea, and ran a
high fever, which nearly killed him. Since there, this wonderful
bush tucker became "forbidden fruit" in our monastery.
Years later, a group of tourists visited our temple after
a bush walking. When I carried stools to them, I saw one
guy washing wild fruits in tap water, and among them, there
was a pink one. But before I could sound an urgent warning,
he had already stuffed it in his mouth and began to chew.
When the group learned the story about No Dust vs Forbidden
Fruit, big panic spread, and No Ego ran down to the town
to find Dr Sha, and Do Sha ran up to the temple to examine
But there was nothing wrong with the forbidden fruit eater.
By the time the group left the monastery, watching their
descending and receding backs, I wondered to myself whether
we were wrong about the pink fruits in the first place.
(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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