法苑珠林 45.22

45.22

又僧祇律云。佛告諸比丘。過去世時有城名波羅柰。國名伽尸。時有一婆羅門。於曠野中造立義井。為放牧行者皆就井飲。并及洗浴。時日向暮。有群野干來趣井飲地殘水。有野干主不飲地水。便內頭罐中飲水。飲已戴罐高舉撲。破瓦罐。罐口猶貫其項。諸野干輩語野干主。若濕樹葉可用者。尚當護之。況復此罐利益行人。云何打破。野干主言。我作是樂。但當快心。那知他事。時有行人語婆羅門。汝罐已破。復更著之。猶如前法。為野干所破。乃至十四。諸野干輩數數諫之。猶不受語。時婆羅門便自念言。是誰破罐。當往伺之。正是野干。便作是念我福德井。而作留難。便作木罐。堅固難破。令頭易入難出。持著井邊。然捉杖屏處伺之。行人飲訖野干主如前入飲。飲訖撲地不能令破。時婆羅門捉杖打殺。空中有天。說此偈言。

Furthermore, the Mahāsaṃghika-vinaya says: The Buddha told the monks: In a past age, there was a city named Vārāṇasī in the country of Kāśi. At that time, there was a brāhmaṇa who set up a charitable well in the wilderness so that herdsmen and travelers could all come to the well to drink and also bathe. As the day drew toward evening, a pack of jackals came to the well to drink the remaining water on the ground. There was a jackal chieftain who would not drink the water on the ground; instead, he inserted his head into the jug to drink water. After drinking, he raised his head high with the jug on it and slammed it down, shattering the earthenware jug, though the rim of the jug still encircled his neck. The other jackals said to the jackal chieftain, 'Even a wet tree leaf that is useful should be preserved; how much more so this jug that benefits travelers! Why break it?' The jackal chieftain said, 'I find pleasure in this. As long as my heart is pleased, what do I care about others' affairs?' At that time, a traveler told the brāhmaṇa, 'Your jug has been broken.' He replaced it again, but just as before, it was broken by the jackal, up to fourteen times. The other jackals repeatedly admonished him, yet he still would not accept their words. Then the brāhmaṇa thought to himself, 'Who is breaking the jugs? I must go and watch.' Seeing that it was indeed a jackal, he thought: 'This is my well of meritorious virtue, yet it creates obstruction.' So he made a wooden jug that was sturdy and hard to break, designed so that the head could enter easily but be difficult to withdraw. He placed it beside the well and, holding a stick, hid in a concealed place to watch. When the travelers finished drinking, the jackal chieftain entered to drink as before. Having finished drinking, he slammed it against the ground, but could not break it. Then the brāhmaṇa struck and killed him with the stick. In mid-air, a deva spoke this verse: