{"collection":"Khuddaka Nikaya","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/suttacentral_snp3.10/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/suttacentral_snp3.10","id":"suttacentral_snp3.10","license":"CC0","rights_basis":"suttacentral_bilara_data_cc0","source":"suttacentral","source_url":"https://suttacentral.net/snp3.10/en/sujato","summary":null,"tags":["Early Buddhist Texts","Khuddaka Nikaya"],"text":"So I have heard. At one time the Buddha was staying near S\u0101vatth\u012b in Jeta\u2019s Grove, An\u0101thapi\u1e47\u1e0dika\u2019s monastery. 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 When this was said, the Buddha said to Kok\u0101lika, \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 \u2026 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 For a third time, the Buddha said to Kok\u0101lika, \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. 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. A liar goes to hell, as does one who denies what they did. Both are equal in the hereafter, those men of base deeds. Whoever wrongs a man who has done no wrong, a pure man who has not a blemish, the evil backfires on the fool, like fine dust thrown upwind. One addicted to the way of greed, abuses others with their speech, faithless, miserly, uncharitable, stingy, addicted to backbiting. Foul-mouthed, divisive, ignoble, a baby-killer, wicked, wrongdoer, worst of men, cursed, base-born\u2014 quiet now, for you are bound for hell. You stir up dust, causing harm, when you, sinner, malign the good. Having done many bad deeds, you\u2019ll go to the pit for a long time. For no one\u2019s deeds are ever lost, they return to their owner. In the next life that stupid sinner sees suffering in themselves. They approach the place of impalement, with its iron spikes, sharp blades, and iron stakes. Then there is the food, which appropriately, is like a red-hot iron ball. For the speakers speak not sweetly, they don\u2019t hurry there, or find shelter. They lie upon a spread of coals, they enter a blazing mass of fire. Wrapping them in a net, they strike them there with iron hammers. They come to blinding darkness, which spreads about them like a fog. Next they enter a copper pot, a blazing mass of fire. There they roast for a long time, writhing in the masses of fire. Then the sinner roasts there in a mixture of pus and blood. No matter where they settle, everything they touch there hurts them. The sinner roasts in worm-infested water. There\u2019s not even a shore to go to, for all around are the same kind of pots. They enter the Sword-Leaf Forest, so sharp they cut their body to pieces. Having grabbed the tongue with a hook, they stab it, slashing back and forth. Then they approach the impassable Vetara\u1e47\u012b River, with its sharp blades, its razor blades. Dullards fall into it, the wicked who have done wicked deeds. There dogs all brown and spotted, and raven flocks, and greedy jackals devour them as they wail, while hawks and crows attack them. Hard, alas, is the life here that sinners endure. That\u2019s why for the rest of this life a person ought do their duty without fail. Experts have counted the loads of sesame as compared to the Pink Lotus hell. For there are five times ten thousand times ten million, plus another twelve hundred times ten million years\u2014 as painful as life is said to be in hell, that\u2019s how long one must dwell there. That\u2019s why, for those who are pure, well-behaved, <j>full of good qualities, one should always guard one\u2019s speech and mind.\u201d","title":"With Kok\u0101lika","tradition":"Khuddaka Nikaya","translated_text":null,"word_count":1177}