Written by: Living Buddha Lian-sheng, Sheng-yen
Lu
Translated by: Verona Ting
Edited by: Dance Smith
Proofread by: Jessie
Padmakumara Translation Team
Website: www.padmakumara.org
Chapter 1: Do Not Judge a Person By His Looks
When I walked past a "Dockers" brand exclusive retail
shop, a shirt on display caught my attention. The shirt's colour
was similar to that of my lama outfit, and it was made of a superb
material with a lustrous sheen.
I walked over to ask the salesgirl, "How much is this shirt?"
The salesgirl didn't answer me. She just gave me a quick glance
from head to toe and continued doing her own work arranging things.
I was undaunted and asked her again, "How much is this shirt?"
She furrowed her eyebrows and rolled her eyes, and then she feebly
muttered the figure, which was well within my expectations after
I converted it to US dollars: US $1,000.
I felt myself looking very nerdy that day. On top I wore a floral
print shirt that had only cost me US $6; below I wore a pair of
jeans and slippers. With my bald head and my shirt untucked, I looked
like a local nerd. I hadn't shaved my beard, either.
I also felt my complexion wasn't good. My face is etched with
more wrinkles now, and patches of black pigment have sprung up.
Non-nutritious food has made me look skinnier. I look like a delicate,
withered old man, with a poor and no-one-to-depend-on look.
I had asked for the price of the shirt looking as I did, so it
was no wonder that she ignored me. She thought I was a "street
friend", a homeless wanderer.
However, she shouldn't look down on me! Her judgement on things
that can be seen should be based on what is inside, not on what
clothes tell.
I've written many books - a number hardly anyone can reach.
I've cultivated and entered into the great radiance realm!
I am the founder of True Buddha School and I have more than four
million disciples!
Suddenly, I had this thought: I could ask one of my rich disciples
to buy the shop and fire the salesgirl! This thought gave me a chuckle.
What I intend to tell everybody is this:
"I have become a very ordinary, withered old man. My
appearance is that of a homeless person. All people can see is
a cowardly, bald old man with a trembling voice and stuttering
speech. The only way to understand him is to feel with your heart."