a story without explanation

There is a temple known for hiding a rosary worn by Buddha. The place where the rosary is worshipped is known only to the old abbots and seven disciples in the temple. The seven disciples are very savvy, and the old abbot feels that it is possible to pass the cloak to any of them in the future. I don't want the bunch of rosary to suddenly disappear.

The old abbot asked seven disciples: "Whoever took the rosary, as long as I put it back, I will not pursue it, and the Buddha will not blame." The disciples shook their heads.

Seven days have passed, and the rosary still does not know where to go. The old abbot said: "As long as you admit it, whoever is the rosary?" But after seven days, no one admitted.

The old abbot was very disappointed: "Tomorrow, you will go down the mountain. Those who took the rosary, if they want to stay, they will stay." The next day, six disciples packed up the good things, and took a long sigh of relief and walked cleanly. It is. Only one disciple stayed.

The old abbot asked the disciple who left behind: "What about the rosary?" The disciple said, "I didn't take it." "Why should you carry the name of theft?" The disciple said: "In the past few days, we have had mutual suspicions, and some people stood up. Others can get liberated. Besides, the rosary is gone, and the Buddha is still there."

The old abbot smiled and took the rosary from his arms and put it on the disciples.

This story made me feel for a long time.

Not everything needs to be made clear. However, it is more important than to be clear: to be able to bear; to act; to be able to resolve; to be able to reverse; to change; to think about yourself, to think more about others, this is the law.

It is useless to understand your people, people who don't need explanations, people who don't understand, and explanations. This is not only a realm, but also a great wisdom.