A nun had studied the Buddhist sutra for many years, but she found there were many issues still confusing. She went to seek help from Zen master Huineng.
Master Huineng said, “To be honest, I am an illiterate, but if you can read it for me, probably I could understand it and explain it to you.”
The nun was surprised, very surprised, “Master, are you serious? How could one who cann’t read the words understand the meaning of the sutra?”
The Zen master replied, “Truth has nothing to do with text or words. Truth is like the bright moon in the heaven, or the flying bird in the sky, or flowers in the wild. Words are like fingers, with fingers, you can point where the room is, the bird or the flower is, but fingers themselves are not the moon, the bird or the flower. Besides, without finger, one can still see the moon, the bird and the flower. How do you think?”
A poor man came across an old friend who had become an immortal. The poor man complained his poverty and asked help from the immortal. The immortal touched a brick by the roadside, turned it to gold and gave the poor man as gift. However the poor man was not pleased. The immortal then gave the poor man a big gold lion which he thought should be enough for the whole life of the poor man. But the poor was still not satisfied.
“How much more do you want?” asked the immortal.
The poor replied, “I want your finger!”
Xing was short of stature. One day he ran into a robber. After stripping Xing of all his valuables, the robber thought of killing Xing to avoid possible future trouble. As the robber raised his sword, Xing said,
“People call me shorty Xing. If you chop off my head, wouldn’t it make me shorter?”
Having had of this, the robber burst into laughter, put down his sword and ran away.
Is Shenzhen safe? How safe is Shenzhen? I did have some bad experience before, and have heard more negative incidents.
However when robbery happens I think to stay calm as Xing did is smart strategy yet necessary.
A rich man had an idiotic son who still lived off his father when he was 30, but his father was 50 years old. One day, an astrologer predicted that the father would live to his 80, and the son to his 60. The son burst out crying upon that,
“My father is going to die at 80, who is going to feed me for the last two years of my life?”