Buddhism Stories Novels & Stories

One day, Buddha had wandered here and found the master meditating in the temple. To test the master to see whether he had compassion, Buddha hatched a plan. A panicked little deer suddenly ran past the master. Not long after, a hunter came chasing after it but didn't see the deer, so he asked the master where the deer went. The master pointed in the direction the deer had escaped to and the hunter chased after it, killing it with an arrow. Hence, the master failed Buddha's test because he had been involved in the killing. When the deer died, the world shook and the road to the mountain collapsed. Since the road had crumbled, the way to the temple was blocked, making it difficult for pilgrims

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She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Although they have to take turns to go to heaven every day, the times when they meet are not many, but he believes that the world can be changed, and the brotherly love between them will never change. He was very interested in listening to the Queen of the Gods tell stories. The Queen of Gods often tells stories of a phoenix, nirvana, and the law of cause and effect... He listens but doesn't understand, but still likes to listen, always immersed in a smile that can contain all of her sorrows. The will of true training, like a phoenix, each time it plunges its head into the fire, is resurrected each time, its feathers are more beautiful, and the voice is clearer.

One shouted, "Enough, enough! I've heard this story about the monk feeding his flesh to the eagle 180 times! Are you done? Fine, we'll quit fighting!" The monk stood up and started to beam. "Verily, verily, you almsgivers have finally understood Buddha's pains that day... " The people realized that he was about to lecture again. They cried out in unison, "Enough, enough, we have understood! Amitabha, the Buddha is all merciful and compassionate... " The monk was overjoyed. "Good, good. Why don't I tell you another story? Once... " The crowd began to shout together, "Stop, stop! We know! Once, the Buddha met a person on a bridge... "

With a calm expression, he smiled again and said, "This sentence came from a story in the Buddhist scriptures. Buddha told a mortal under the Bodhi Tree who didn't know how to choose." "Buddha said that a tourist dying of thirst. Buddha pitied this person and placed a lake in front of him, but he didn't drink a drop of water. Because he thought that there was a lot of lake water. Since he couldn't drink it all at once, he simply didn't drink it. Buddha said that a person might encounter many beautiful things in his life, but it was enough as long as he carefully grasped one of them. There is much water, and he just needed to take a scoop of it."

Their eyes drooped with sleep but the bedtime story reading was a ritual we all looked forward to. I sat beside them, reading Ria's favourite story about a frog that travelled to the North Pole this time. Halfway through the story, the kids fell asleep. Smiling gently, I bent over and kissed them, whispering a Buddhist chant for peace. Waves of exhaustion flooded me. The day had been stressful. Stretching my arms above my head tiredly I rolled my hips. A sudden mild flutter in my stomach reminded me of my situation and my hands went to my belly as I winced. Then I straightened and turned and almost leaped out of my skin.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Really a heavy smoker. “Life is like the story of Arjuna's puppet in Indrakila Cave. Arjuna solemnly meditated then got the temptation from a giant. Because he was seriously meditating, Arjuna received a revelation from Begawan so he could defeat the giant Indrakila,” he explained at length.

“What is this part of the story? Mahabharata?” “Nope,” said Rajata, “As far as I know it is part of the Bhagavata Purana.” “What kind of story is that? How do you know?” Kalyana commented, “but, ah, even if I'm lied to, I can only just believe it!” Rajata chuckled. “I've been here many times, Na, and happened to have read about Prambanan,” he replied “So don't worry, I'm not lying!” Kalyana smiled, then returned to observe the carvings on the stone. “Did you get hurt when you took the photo here?”