Indian folk stories: farmers and monks

formerly in kashmir, there was a cunning monk who received two groups of his disciples, who gathered in his yard to celebrate him.

they said that their master was a saint, a wise man, and a just man.

many believed in what the disciples had said, so they often came to visit monks for instruction.

however, every suggestion made by a monk must be given to him by the poor in all its forms.

so this liar gets richer every day.

once, a poor farmer came looking for a monk.

he bowed to a monk and began to cry with tears: "a good monk, help me! my daughter has become a beauty, but i don't know what to do.

no one will marry her, and who will want a daughter of the needy? help me to arrange her return.

please tell me what i'm going to do." the monk pretended to think, and then he said, "go back, my son.

everything will be arranged.

i'll pray for your daughter and come to your house tomorrow.

you must be ready to greet me." the next morning, the farmer had just woken up and looked outside the door and the monk had approached the door.

the family immediately started running around, and everyone wanted to receive the guests properly.

it's an unheard of honor for a poor man to come to their home in person! the farmer's youngest sons took the best fruit from the orchard for the monk.

the beautiful fachma made her own cold and sweet juice to relieve the guests.

as the monks sat on the carpets in the shade, eating and drinking, fachima, like a bird, travelled between the house and the orchard, trying to serve the monks well.

the monk was full of food and drink, and he was very fond of fachima as a cook and a waiter, and he intended to make her a slave to his family.

"let her serve me!" he said, "what else is there to do for poor girls?" however, as soon as the monk had mentioned it, the farmer put out two hands and said to him, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

i don't want it, she won't agree with it.

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

and then he pretended to be a prayer, and he said to the farmer, "listen, my son! i had a vision dream in which i could see where your daughter was going.

you have to nail a big, big box, put your daughter in a box, then put it in the river.

the waves of the sacred river will bring your daughter to happiness.

who found you, fachima, is her master and her master.

the farmers believed it, said some thanks and then gave it to himSome gifts were given to him in return for his ideas and he was finally sent home with respect and respect.

“Thank you, noble monk!” he said, “Tomorrow evening, I will do as you command, and will do everything.

When the monk returned, he slapped him and gathered his disciples together: "My children, the monk said, "I had a dream of prophecy.

Tomorrow evening, "a big wooden box will float along the river, with an evil ghost.

We have to get this box and bring it to me.

And We have locked ourselves in the house, and the evil spirits, and We have made them, with a spell, prayer, and whips, submissive women, to serve me, and do not harm anyone.

You must stand around the house, beat the drums and recite the scriptures aloud.

No matter how the devil shouts and struggles, it is not necessary to listen.

You shall read only the scriptures and ring the sacred turn and beat the holy drum.” At the same time, the farmer, who lacked the care of his heart, had no idea of any bad idea, and he had made everything right in the words of the monk.

He said goodbye to Fachima and placed her in a big, caged box, covered with a lid, locked his head and then pushed it into the river.

And the boxes flow down, and on the waves are swinging...

and at this time of sundown, the monks say to their disciples, "It's time! There's no one walking there at night and no one's gonna come to stop you from getting your suitcases.

But be careful, don't open the lid.

Otherwise, the devil will kill you all as soon as he comes out.

The disciples bowed to the monks and then went on their way.

They crossed the city to the forest road.

Here, the disciples stepped up their feet, but they did not let go of the box! Suddenly, they saw a young hunter coming out of the woods, with a couple of dogs, facing them.

This hunter's name is Michelle.

Michelle's dogs are big and powerful, like tigers.

"Hey, the monks are screaming, "Take your dog, you bad boy, or they'll tear us apart!" Michelle's hunter smiled and said, "Where are you going in such a hurry? It's late, and you're running around like a bunch of jackals on the woods.

Sit with me by the fire, tell me something new, and pray I'm lucky to hunt." "Hey, don't delay us! "There" drifted down a box in which there was a devil.

We must find the box next to the old bridge and send it to the master of magic.

Get your dog out of here! Don't delay us, you sinners! Michelle laughed and said.

But he was thinking, "What the hell's in the box? I have to look!"The river ran, except that he was not on the road, but on the way through the forest.

Michelle ran to the bank of the river -- look, there's a big box going down.

He listened carefully: there were some groans and wept softly in the box.

The hunter jumped into the water, grabbed the box and dragged it to shore.

He's got a fire here because it's all dark.

He's on the bright side of the burning trees and he's going to knock off the lock.

The groan in the box is quiet.

Michelle finally opened the lid and was surprised to step back: there was a beautiful girl in the box, a face like the new moon, flashing out the light.

Michelle pulled the girl out of the box, told him to sit near the fire and asked, "Who are you? Where are you from? How did you get in this box?" The girl replied, "My father was a farmer.

He put me in a box and left it in a river, at the behest of the holy monk.

I don't know anything else.

And all I hear is the monk saying, "Whoever finds me, he is the master of my destiny and my master." Young hunters are so happy.

Of course! Such beauty will not be found in the world.

At this point he remembered the monk, and he couldn't help but fight the bull: "You old liar, you came up with such a trick!" All right, you wait! He says there's a devil in the box.

He'll have a demon for him!" Michelle called his worst and most violent hound to his side, put it in a box, locked it and re-propelled it into the river.

And he himself sat next to Faquima and spoke to her with her, "Don't be afraid of me, beautiful girl! The monk tried to trick you into being his slave.

But it wasn't him who found you, it was me.

But I will not be your master, but a faithful good friend." Faquima answered him with a smile.

At that time, monks were waiting by the bridge.

They finally saw a box flow down.

They're all scared to death.

Looks like there's a devil in the box.

The monks began to pray with their tremors, knocked on the drums, threw out the rope, wrapped the case and dragged it to the bridge.

"The Ghost" roars in a box and struggles.

Let the disciples take up the case and send it to the monk so that he can bring such a terrible monster to his own hands! They took the case to the Grand Monk's room, put it on the carpet, and they listened to it, and the Evil Ghost calmed down in the box without shouting or moving.

The disciples intend to tell the Grand Monk what just happened, but the Great Monk will not listen.

"Get out of here!" he said, "Get out of here! Now I'll deal with the devil myself." Pass me the whip, but remember, whatever it may be, whatever it may be, and whatever it may be, do not pay heed.

You just read the scriptures and play the drumsGotta ring some.

It needs to be done.” The disciples bowed, walked out of the house, locked all the doors and windows from the outside, and proceeded to read the scripture as ordered by the monks.

The monk waited until the disciples were gone, and he was left alone, and ran to the side of the box with a whip.

"Now I'll tell you with this whip, what's the fate of the farmer's daughter? You'll stay in my house forever! I'll knock you all out!" However, he had just opened the hood and a terrible, violent dog had jumped out of the box and bit the monk.

The monk was scared to death, screamed and wandered around the house.

He jumped by the door, it was locked.

He started smashing the door and nobody opened it.

He called for help.

Nobody came.

The house was crackling, loud and loud, and lamented and roaring, but the monks were only reading their stories and beating their drums.

Because that's what the monk himself told me.

They prayed and prayed almost all night until they were tired and asleep.

When they woke up the next morning, they saw a window broken, and from the window, there was a footprint on the ground, as if it were a big dog running past, and the students looked inside from the window, and there was a wooden box in the centre of the house and a dead monk lying next to it.

The students look at me, and I look at you, and I conclude, "Look, the devil is stronger, and he beats our master.

There is no way.

They stood for a while, thought about it, and then left for another place.

The young hunter, Michelle, came to the poor farmer's house the same morning.

The beautiful woman, Fachima, was walking with him.

Michelle's big dogs are screaming with joy.

Jump around them, lick her hands.

The beauty, Fachma, smiled happily。