{"collection":"Anguttara Nikaya","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/suttacentral_an10.89/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/suttacentral_an10.89","id":"suttacentral_an10.89","license":"CC0","rights_basis":"suttacentral_bilara_data_cc0","source":"suttacentral","source_url":"https://suttacentral.net/an10.89/en/sujato","summary":null,"tags":["Anguttara Nikaya","Early Buddhist Texts"],"text":"Then the mendicant Kok\u0101lika went up to the Buddha, bowed, sat down to one side, and said to him, \u201cSir, S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na have corrupt wishes. They\u2019ve fallen under the sway of corrupt wishes.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t say that, Kok\u0101lika! Don\u2019t say that, Kok\u0101lika! Have confidence in S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na, they\u2019re good monks.\u201d For a second time Kok\u0101lika said to the Buddha, \u201cDespite my faith and trust in the Buddha, S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na have corrupt wishes. They\u2019ve fallen under the sway of corrupt wishes.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t say that, Kok\u0101lika! Don\u2019t say that, Kok\u0101lika! Have confidence in S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na, they\u2019re good monks.\u201d For a third time Kok\u0101lika said to the Buddha, \u201cDespite my faith and trust in the Buddha, S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na have corrupt wishes. They\u2019ve fallen under the sway of corrupt wishes.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t say that, Kok\u0101lika! Don\u2019t say that, Kok\u0101lika! Have confidence in S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na, they\u2019re good monks.\u201d Then Kok\u0101lika rose from his seat, bowed, and respectfully circled the Buddha, keeping him on his right, before leaving. Not long after he left his body erupted with boils the size of mustard seeds. The boils grew to the size of mung beans, then chickpeas, then jujube seeds, then jujubes, then myrobalans, then unripe wood-apples, then ripe wood-apples. Finally they burst open, and pus and blood oozed out. He just laid down on banana leaves like a poisoned fish. Then Tudu the independent divinity went to Kok\u0101lika, and standing in the air he said to him, \u201cKok\u0101lika, have confidence in S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na, they\u2019re good monks.\u201d \u201cWho are you, reverend?\u201d \u201cI am Tudu the independent divinity.\u201d \u201cDidn\u2019t the Buddha declare you a non-returner? So what then are you doing back here? See how far you have strayed!\u201d Then Tudu addressed Kok\u0101lika in verse: \u201cA person is born with an axe in their mouth. A fool cuts themselves with it when they say bad words. When you praise someone worthy of criticism, or criticize someone worthy of praise, you choose a losing hand with your own mouth: you\u2019ll never find happiness that way. A losing hand at dice is a trivial thing, if all you lose is your money and all you own, even yourself. What\u2019s a really terrible hand is to hate the holy ones. For a hundred thousand times a hundred million times five hundred and thirty-six times <j>a thousand times ten million years a slanderer of noble ones goes to hell, having aimed bad words and thoughts at them.\u201d Then the mendicant Kok\u0101lika died of that illness. He was reborn in the Pink Lotus hell because of his resentment for S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na. Then, late at night, the glorious divinity Sahampati, lighting up the entire Jeta\u2019s Grove, went up to the Buddha, bowed, stood to one side, and said to him, \u201cSir, the mendicant Kok\u0101lika has passed away. He was reborn in the Pink Lotus hell because of his resentment for S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na.\u201d That is what the divinity Sahampati said. Then he bowed and respectfully circled the Buddha, keeping him on his right, before vanishing right there. Then, when the night had passed, the Buddha told the mendicants all that had happened. When he said this, one of the mendicants said to the Buddha, \u201cSir, how long is the lifespan in the Pink Lotus hell?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s long, mendicant. It\u2019s not easy to calculate how many years, how many hundreds or thousands or hundreds of thousands of years it lasts.\u201d \u201cBut sir, is it possible to give a simile?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s possible,\u201d said the Buddha. \u201cSuppose there was a Kosalan load of twenty packs of sesame seed. And at the end of every hundred years someone would remove a single seed from it. By this means the Kosalan load of twenty packs of sesame seed would run out faster than a single lifetime in the Abbuda hell. Now, twenty lifetimes in the Abbuda hell equal one lifetime in the Nirabbuda hell. Twenty lifetimes in the Nirabbuda hell equal one lifetime in the Ababa hell. Twenty lifetimes in the Ababa hell equal one lifetime in the A\u1e6da\u1e6da hell. Twenty lifetimes in the A\u1e6da\u1e6da hell equal one lifetime in the Ahaha hell. Twenty lifetimes in the Ahaha hell equal one lifetime in the Yellow Lotus hell. Twenty lifetimes in the Yellow Lotus hell equal one lifetime in the Fragrant Water Lily hell. Twenty lifetimes in the Fragrant Water Lily hell equal one lifetime in the Blue Water Lily hell. Twenty lifetimes in the Blue Water Lily hell equal one lifetime in the White Lotus hell. Twenty lifetimes in the White Lotus hell equal one lifetime in the Pink Lotus hell. The mendicant Kok\u0101lika has been reborn in the Pink Lotus hell because of his resentment for S\u0101riputta and Moggall\u0101na.\u201d That is what the Buddha said. Then the Holy One, the Teacher, went on to say: \u201cA person is born with an axe in their mouth. A fool cuts themselves with it when they say bad words. When you praise someone worthy of criticism, or criticize someone worthy of praise, you choose a losing hand with your own mouth: you\u2019ll never find happiness that way. A losing hand at dice is a trivial thing, if all you lose is your money and all you own, even yourself. What\u2019s a really terrible hand is to hate the holy ones. For a hundred thousand times a hundred million, times five hundred and thirty-six times <j>a thousand times ten million years a slanderer of noble ones goes to hell, having aimed bad words and thoughts at them.\u201d","title":"With Kok\u0101lika","tradition":"Anguttara Nikaya","translated_text":null,"word_count":919}