A certain other monk also became very discouraged in his practice of meditation. The news of this was spread among the monks at the Jetavana monastery in Savatthi, and they discussed it one evening in the preaching hall. When the Buddha entered, he asked, “Oh monks, what were you talking about before i came ? The monks then told the Buddha about this monk. The Buddha said, “Oh monks, not only today, but even in the past, by not persevering with proper behavior such a monk became bound with anger from birth to birth. The monks then asked the Buddha to disclose the past story. And the Buddha then disclosed it in this way: Once upon a time in a place called Seri, there were two salesmen of p0ts and pans and hand – inade trinkets. They agreed to divide the town between them. They also said that after one had gone through his area, it was alright for the other to try and sell where the first had already been.
One day, while one of them was coming down a street, a poor little girl saw him and asked her grandmother to buy her a bracelet. The old grandmother replied, “How can we poor people buy bracelets?” The little girl said, “Since We don’t have any money, we can give our black sooty old plate. The old woman agreed to give it a try, So she invited the dealer inside.
The salesman saw that these people were very poor and innocent, so he didn’t want to waste his time with them. Even though the old woman pleaded with him, he said he had no bracelet that she could afford to buy. Then she asked, We have an old plate that is useless to us. Can we trade it for a bracelet? The man took it and, while examining it, happened to scratch the bottom of it. To his surprise , he saw that underneath the black soot, it was a golden plate ! But he didn’t let on that he had noticed it. Instead he decided to deceive these poor people so he could get the plate for next to nothing. He said, “This is not worth even one b ala There’s no value in this. I don t want it !” He left, thinking he would return later when they would accept even less for ha plate.
Meanwhile the other salesman, after finishing in his part of town, followed after the first as they had agreed. He ended up at the same house. Again the poor little girl begged her grandmother to trade the old plate for a bracelet. The woman saw that this was a nice tender looking merchant and thought, He’s a good man, not like the rough – talking first salesman. So she invited him in and offered to trade the same black sooty old plate for one bracelet. When he examined it, he too saw that it was pure gold under the grime. He said to the old woman, “All niy goods and all my money together are not Worth as much as this rich golden plate !”
Of course the woman was shocked at this discovery, but now she knew that he was indeed a good and honest fellow. So she said she would be glad to accept whatever he could trade for it, The salesman said, “ I’ll give you all my pots and pans and trinkets, plus all my money, if you will let me keep just eight coins and my balancing scale, with its cover to put the golden plate in.” They made the trade. He went down to the river, where he paid the eight coins to the ferryman to take him across.
By then the greedy salesman had returned, already adding up huge imaginary profits in his head. When he met the little girl and her grandmother again, he said he had changed his Inind and was willing to offer a few cents, but not one of his bracelets, for the useless black sooty old plate. The old woman then calmly told him of the trade she had just made with the honest salesman, and said, “Sir, you lied to us.” The greedy salesman was not ashamed of his lies, but he was saddened as he thought, “I’ve lost the golden plate that must be worth a hundred thousand. So he asked the Woman, “Which way did he go?” She told him the direction, He left all his things right there at her door and ran down to the river, thinking, “He robbed me ! He robbed me ! He won’t make a fool out of me !”
From the riverside he saw the honest salesman still crossing over on the ferryboat. He shouted to the ferryman, “Come back ! ” But the good merchant told him to keep on going to the other side, and that’s what he did. Seeing that he could do nothing, the greedy salesman exploded with rage. He jumped up and down , beating his chest, He became so filled with hatred towards the honest man, who had won the golden plate, that he made himself cough up blood. He had a heart attack and died on the not The Buddha then concluded this Jataka story by identifying the births.
“The foolish greedy salesman was Devadatta. The wise and good salesman was i who have today Buddha.
The moral: “Honesty is the best policy.”
Credit: STORIES OF THE ENLIGHTENMENT BEING JTAKAS 1 – 50
INTERPRETED BY KURUNEGODA PIYATISSA MAHA THERA
STORIES TOLD BY TODD ANDERSON