At the foot of mountain, there is a monk. One day, a person visited him for the purpose of having everything go well and making good fortune. The monk told him that if he wanted to be that smooth and lucky he’d better doing three things. “What are those things?”, the man urgently asked. The monk said that he must first treat parents as a filial son, then should be nice to his wife as a loyal husband, and would be good to be people around.
The person was confused but he still thanked that monk and prayed the Buddha Statue in the hall of that temple for a while by burning some incenses. Finally, he left.
On the way home, he had been thinking over those words from that monk. He did feel guilty that he didn’t go back home to see his parents who were very old enough. After marriage, he was all in his wife, nothing could break them away. It also deprived much of his time spent on parents. While the second thing demanding that he should be nice to wife really made him no clue. He thought he was really nice with wife. And the third thing was really hard, how come it be possible that being good with everyone? Let it go, the man thought that he just did the right thing and Buddha would bless him.
Many years later, he found no fortune and began to doubt his pray for Buddha. He believed that he must be fooled, there is no so called Blessing. He started to live his lifestyle by not asking for Buddha any more.
No one else knew what exactly that man was doing without any news from him. Since he kept himself doing things on his own and conceived that one day he would succeed. He worked very hard.
One day, he was told that his parents were sick. Then he went back home to see them. Once he entered the room, he realized his mother was not clear in mind, as in the symptom of mild senile dementia. And then he discovered his father was half paralyzed on the left body. He felt sorry and got hurt in heart.
He decided to take of them and went back to tell his wife about this decision. He traced nobody home, only the servant was doing branches cutting in the garden located in the back of house. The servant told him that Madam probably left for no particular reason. He suddenly knew that he had been working in the studio for almost one year. Day in and day out. He still remembered the vow that he made with her that nothing else could part them till the death ended it up.
He sat against the window in the bedroom. It was the place where he and his wife used to be admiring the beautiful scenery from the window. Now he got nothing but a letter left from her and it said: “Dear beloved, it is the time to say goodbye.” No more details, only the date which showed it was written two months ago.
He wept and knew that was all because of his crazy pursuit of substance. No one else was there to accompany him but that servant. He was the only who did not choose to leave since he owned the attachment for his master and the whole house.
The next day, he went back to the temple and planned to visit the monk and repent what he had committed. When he arrived at that place, there was nothing, only a barren land, leaving bushes and clusters. On that night, he dreamed of the monk and heard the voice:” Being an average person yet not to be mundane as the simple as of a tool of money making.” Master! The man was waken up in the darkness by his loud shouting while he was in the dream. Nobody was there.
He suddenly seemed to understand that he must do something for what he really wanted.