At the time of Sakyamuni Buddha, Venerable King Venerable Thich Ca was sent to fight against Kapilavastu. Catching a group of young women belonging to the Buddha, military troops King Lyu rape attempted.
The young women resolutely refuse to preserve the virginity, the enemy was driven out to brutal beatings, until they collapsed to leave.
After regaining consciousness, the girls were in the same position to find a place to hide. While wandering between the moors, suddenly where they meet the nuns called the United sisters are begging about. She greeted her grandmother and all the suffering to ask her according to her family school.
Committed compassion, monks nun Sutra admire her as a disciple. Since then, the girls have been where they practice but often complain of misfortune. Bhikkhu nuns love affair, find ways to help her break the troubled. She said: "How many new accidents have you seen, just considered suffering? If you know my life well, what afflictions are you? "
"My dear children! When we have not left, we also have a pair of friends. According to our custom, every time we are close to birth, married girls are taken to their parents. Just like twice before, the third time, near the opening of the flower blossoming, our family: Husband wife wife children and people eaten in the house pull together on the roof of our parents. While traveling on a long, strenuous journey, across the plain away from the village, to the river, it was getting dark.
Rong meet the dragon water again, do not know how to cross the river, the family must find a temporary shelter for one night, waiting for morning water will pass. When I see the clean up, my stomach aches. A few moments later, I gave birth to my third son just like his two brothers. My husband and his entourage immediately find the tree to temporarily make the floor for our mother lay.
When we finished the four children we have a quiet place, warm, our husband with new friends to a mound near the rest. Incidentally, many poisonous serpents scooped him and crawled to swallow whole my husband and servants. Our mother is lying on the floor, under the kitchen fire, ducks do not dare to come near, in the morning on the occasion of the water close, we plan to wade back to the countryside no better or better.
I carried the first child to take over the other side of the river. I wade back to this side, the second child belt on the back, and the newborn is put in the cloth latch at the mouth and walk step by step under the water. When I reach the middle of the river, I hear the sound of my son screaming on the other side. Alas! A tiger grabbed it, then pulled it into the forest. In the scene of sudden pain we do not wake up, open mouth loud, the baby fell right into the water. I was scrambling to my feet, shivering at the bottom of the river, looking for the baby, forgetting the second child on my back that I accidentally killed it. Carpentry instead! In one day and night, all my family: husband, children, me, you are dead do not stop. I shed tears, swallowed hard to shake the shore to shore, exhausted too, I collapsed fainted, no longer know what.
At that time, there was a band of robbers passing through to meet me brought home and forced to wife. Soon after, the bandit leader was arrested and sentenced to death. I was also buried with my husband due to customs. After a few hours of land fill, there are other robbers to dig the grave to pick up your precious. Seeing that we are still in the limelight, they rescue me to take care of healthy and also forced us to name the political party as husband.
Eat together for a short time, we are pregnant. One night, before going to work dishonesty, my husband also told him to open the door to him quickly when an accident occurred. One day, he just got out of the house, I have stomach pain, a little later, I gave birth to a baby girl. At that time, my husband was rushed to the expedition. I am busy with my child so I can not open the door. My husband made an angry attempt to kill me. I'm just a newborn baby, hope he thinks blood flesh less offensive rage. After the disappointment: He was grumpy, only the child's face said: It is a death sentence. Then kill immediately. He put his sword on my neck, forced me to eat the baby is new to forgive.
A few days later, the bandits were sacked into the law net of death. I was also buried alive again near the jungle. A few minutes later, a tiger came in and killed the dead. Our bodies buried beneath my husband's body so it is not eaten by the tiger. With this incident, we reflect on our life in the birth of death, extremely miserable, so we do not regret the days of surplus life, decided to go to Buddhist practice. "
The young girls heard amazingly new words that: "Now she was practicing martyrs, can you tell us why did you encounter so terrible horror?"
Bhikshu nodded slowly: "My dear children! What is strange, that is retribution like many other results of money before the previous life only. Here you are:
In my previous life, one day, we have a husband with children. My husband also has children like me. Because of jealousy, especially of greed, I was afraid that my husband's inheritance should be shared with his wife, so the mother and son of my son would not receive much. . The killer brought to the door, examining how we always denied, and I swore again: "If I kill my husband, I will be extremely miserable, my whole family is broken, you I would be buried alive, dying, etc. If I had the courage to kill my husband's concubine, then one day I would be forced to eat my son. "
You see, a word came out, then a swear oath that immediately, an act of evil is not wrong results. Knowing the cause of the ball as the picture, the wine sound, you are no longer wondering what the accident of today's children as well as our old. Give any man, do not groan; Because no one happens without reason. I advise you to believe in karmic effect. " END=NAM MO SAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.22/5/2018.
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