So it was once heard by me. The victorious one was in the city of Shravasti, in the Jetavan garden, which Ananthapindad gave him. At that time and in that locality, five hundred merchants, about to go to sea for treasures, held advice.
“We must take,” they said, “some skillful and knowledgeable person as helmsman.”
So they took the helmsman of one gene, who took five spiritual vows, and under his command went to sea. When they reached the middle of the sea, the sea deity, turning into a rakshasa with an ugly body of dark blue color, with fangs sticking up, and a head spewing fire, approached the ship and said:
- Give me this ship. - And then she asked the merchants: - Is there anyone in the world more terrible than me? And genen answered this:
- Yes, and much worse than you.
“Who is this?” - asked the sea deity. And genen said:
- In this world, fools and spiritually ignorant people are doing innumerable deeds countlessly: they are killing, robbing, lousing, eaten by lust, lying, talking in vain, spewing blasphemy and slander, subject to passions, outbursts of anger and rage, perverse thoughts. All of them after death, when they are reborn in hell for living creatures, are guards of hell in all kinds of torments. Some are cut into pieces with a sharp weapon; some are crushed by chariots; some are pounded with a pestle in a mortar; some are ground with mills; some are forced to climb a mountain peppered with sharp swords; some are burned in a chariot of fire, boiled in boilers, boiled in a fetid slurry or subjected to other torment. So the one who has undergone such cruel torments for one hundred thousand years looks incomparably worse than you.
Hearing this, the sea deity immediately became invisible. And the ship sailed on. And the sea deity turned into an exhausted and exhausted man, as if consisting only of bones and lived, and, appearing in front of the ship, he said:
- Give me this ship. - And then she asked: - Is there anyone in the world who is thinner and haggard than me? In response to this, Genen said:
- There is thinner and haggard than you.
“Who is this?” asked the sea deity.
“Those fools and ignoramuses in spirit,” replied Genen, “who by their nature are greedy and greedy, stingy and alms do not do, after their death they are reborn in the world of prets. They are uphill, and their throats are thin as a needle. And so, with disheveled hair, blackened and emaciated, one hundred thousand years not even heard the word "water", much thinner and weaker than you.
And then the sea deity disappeared.
The ship sails further, and the sea deity, turning into the most perfect man in form and beauty, appeared again and demanded:
- Give me this ship! - Then she asked: - Merchants, are there people in the world of people who are as perfect in form and beauty as I am?
And genen answered:
- There are a hundred times more beautiful than you.
- Who is more beautiful than me? asked the sea deity.
“In this world,” said Genen, “a wise man, vigilant in all ten rules of moral conduct, sinning neither with his body, nor with speech, nor with thoughts, betrayed by the three jewels, sacrificing the collected wealth - such after his death is reborn in the high realm of the gods, gaining beautiful forms and amazing beauty. He is a hundred, a thousand times superior to you. Comparing you to him is the same as comparing a one-eyed monkey with a beautiful goddess.
Then the sea deity, scooping up a handful of water, asked the gene:
- Where is more water, in a handful or in the sea? Genen answered this:
“There is more water in a handful, less in the sea.”
“Are the words you said true?” - doubted the sea deity.
“These words are fair, and there is no lie in them,” replied Genen.
“How do you find out if this is true?” - insisted the sea deity.
“Although there is a lot of water in the sea,” said Genen, “but the time will inevitably come when it will dry.” When the kalpa is approaching destruction, two suns will rise in the sky and all the springs and ponds will dry. Three suns will rise, and all the rivers will dry. Four will rise, the suns, and all the rivers will dry up. Five suns will rise, and there will be less water in the oceans. Six suns will rise, and the water in the oceans will be less than two-thirds. When the seven suns rise, the water in the oceans will completely dry, Mount Meru will collapse and the flame will embrace it. If someone donates a handful of water to a Buddha from a pure, believing heart, or brings it to the monastic community or parents, or gives it to a needy poor or wild beast, then this good merit will not run out even with the end of the kalpa. Therefore, the statement is true that there is less water in the sea, and more in a handful.
Rejoiced marine deity according to genen. It offered him many jewels and also presented excellent jewels as a gift to the Buddha and the monastic community.
Genen and the merchants, having received plenty of jewels, turned the ship and safely returned to their country. There he was genes and five hundred merchants came to the Buddha and, having crouched at the feet of the Victorious, greeted him. Each one brought jewels in addition to those that the sea deity donated to Buddha and the monastic community. Then they knelt and, clasping their hands together, asked the Victorious:
- We also want to devote ourselves to the Teacher’s Teaching. In response to these requests, the Victorious said:
“You genes, come for good!”
And then the hair on their heads and faces shaved themselves, and they were dressed in a monastic dress.
The victorious taught the former gene, the proper Doctrine, after which he got rid of all passions and acquired arhatism. And here rejoiced numerous surrounding the story of the Victorious.
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