Foolish Sage And The Jackal
There was a widely known
saint, who lived in a faraway monastery. His name was Devdatta. People would
offer him gifts, food, clothes and money to seek his blessings. He accumulated
lots of wealth by selling gifts that he did not need for himself. He never
trusted anybody. So, he put all his money in a bag which he carried with him
wherever he went.
One day, an experienced
cheat, noticed that Devdatta carry his bag with him always, and the cheat
became sure that it certainly contained something valuable. So, the cheat began
planning to steal the bag from the saint. The cheat decided to charm him with
sweet words to accept him as disciple.
As planned, the cheat fell
on the saint's feet and said, "O Guruji, Please guide me to the right path
of life. I am fed-up with life, and want to seek peace."
Pleased with his sweet
words, the saint said “My son, I will surely help you. You are blessed because
you have come to me to seek peace at this young age".
The cheat said, “O Guruji,
please accept me as your disciple. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Hearing this, saint accepted him as his disciple and said to the cheat “being a
holy man I spend the night alone, as I have to meditate also. So, you will
sleep in a hut at the gate of the monastery."
But the cheat found that
the saint never separated the money-bag from himself. So, he thought “How can I
snatch the bag from him?” The cheat did everything to prove himself an obedient
disciple, but could not gain enough confidence for the saint to part with his
bag when he was around. As days passed
by, the cheat started getting frustrated and thought of killing saint with a
knife or feed him with poison to get the bag. After a moment he saw a young boy
visit the saint. That boy was the son of one of the saint's followers. The
visitor invited Devdatta to come to his village and perform the sacred thread
The saint accepted the
invitation and set out for the village taking the cheat with him. On the way,
they came across a river, where the saint thought of relieving himself. He
folded the bagful of money in his shawl. Saint asked his disciple to look after
it until he return. The moment the saint went out of his sight, the cheat
collected the bag and ran away.
With great trust in his
disciple, Devdatta decided to spend time by joining a crowd watching goats
fighting. As blood was running down their heads, a jackal came there to feast
on the blood the two goats were shedding. Devdatta thought that the jackal
would surely die, caught between the two warring goats. His surmise came true
and the jackal died, gored by the two goats. Brooding over the demise of the
jackal, Devdatta returned.
Devdatta panicked when he
did not find the disciple around, but found his shawl lying on the ground.
Shocked and anxious, he looked inside to find his bag of money but bag was
missing. At once he realized what had happened, and began to shout, "Oh,
You have robbed me." The saint return empty-handed to his monastery next
not be taken in by the sweet words of anybody.