Kasyapa of the Buddhist faith said, “Xuwang, it is time for you to descend to the mortal realm and undergo the trials of life.”
“Yes, Master.”
That trial lasted ten lifetimes.
In the first life, he had not yet reached the age of thirteen when four hundred Buddhist disciples from the Western Heaven devoured him alive.
In the second life, before he turned thirteen, three hundred Buddhist disciples from the Western Heaven devoured him alive.
In the third life, again before he turned thirteen, fifty personal disciples from the Western Heaven devoured him.
In the fourth life, once more before he turned thirteen, twenty elders from the Western Heaven devoured him.
In the fifth life, he was born into a poor family. He spent his life doing good and accumulating virtue, never daring to deceive anyone or harbor the slightest evil thought. He barely survived until the age of twenty, when his own master, Kasyapa, skinned him and broke his bones.
In the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth lives, the first five lives repeated themselves.
Those who devoured my flesh and bones could all become Buddhas, yet I was devoured and killed nine times and still could not become a Buddha. What use is it to chant these scriptures? What use is it to kneel before the Buddha? What use is it to do good deeds?
If the Buddha will not save me, then let me save all the Buddhas of the Western Heaven instead.
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