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then asked: ‚Are you a recluse?‛ ‚Yes, I am,‛ was the reply. Aggidatta then queried: ‚If
you are a recluse, where are the equipments of recluse; what are your utensils?‛ ‚O
Brahmin,‛ replied MahÈ MoggallÈna in a serious manner, ‚I possess the equipments of a
recluse; but thinking it is cumbersome to carry them separately while wandering around, I
take them along only inside me.‛ Aggidatta was much annoyed to see the Venerable MahÈ
MoggallÈna going about without the necessary equipments of a recluse.
Knowing the state of his mind, Venerable MahÈ MoggallÈna said: ‚O Aggidatta, don't be
angry with me, just point a place for me.‛ Aggidatta gave the terse reply: ‚There is no
place for you around here.‛ Indicating the pile of sand with his finger, MahÈ MoggallÈna
enquired with patience: ‚Who lives at that pile of sand?‛ ‚A dragon king,‛ was the reply.
‚Then allot it to me,‛ insisted Venerable MahÈ MoggallÈna. The hermit made the cautious
reply: ‚I dare not allot it to you. The dragon king is of violent, terrible nature.‛ MahÈ
MoggallÈna replied: ‚Let it be, never mind about it. You just allot it to me.‛ ‚If so, you
better judge for yourself whether the place is suitable for occupation or not,‛ retorted
Aggidatta.
Then the Venerable MahÈ MoggallÈna went towards the pile of sand and when the dragon
king, Ahichatta, caught sight of him, he thought to himself: ‚This recluse does not seem to
know my presence here. I will dispose of him by exhaling fumes.‛ With this thought, the
dragon king started emitting dense clouds of noxious vapour. Venerable MahÈ MoggallÈna
considered: ‚This dragon king has over estimated himself, thinking no one else can send
out fumes.‛ Therefore, he also started exhaling wave after wave of vapour, which, together
with that emitted by the dragon king, rose higher and higher up to the realm of the
BrahmÈs. The voluminous fumes exhaled by both of them caused great suffering to the
dragon king while Venerable MahÈ MoggallÈna remained unscathed.
Suffering from the effects of the fumes, the
nÈga
king became so furious that he sent out
a continuous stream of blazing flames. By developing the
jhÈna
of the fire-device (
Fourth
r|pavacara kriya
jhÈna
with fire-device as its object), MahÈ MoggallÈna also sent out, in
competition, more violent flames. The blazing fires produced by both of them went up as
far as the BrahmÈ realm; but none of them caused any harm to the Venerable MahÈ
MoggallÈna while the Naga king was subjected to great suffering. His whole body
appeared as though it were consumed in a blazing fire. At the sight of the massive
conflagration, the hermit teacher, Aggidatta, and his disciples wrongly concluded: ‚The
nÈga
king had set the recluse ablaze; he has been destroyed now completely, for not
listening to our advice. It serves him right.‛
Having overcome the
nÈga
king by subduing its haughtiness, Venerable MahÈ
MoggallÈna sat on the pile of sand, while the
nÈga
king kept itself coiled around the sand-
pile, with its hood spread over him like a terraced chamber crowned with a fine pinnacle.
To make immediate enquiries as to the fate of the recluse, the hermits went to the scene
of recent combat and saw the Venerable MahÈ MoggallÈna sitting becomingly on the peak
of the sand-pile. They could not help making obeisance to him with their clasped hands,
speaking highly of him in many ways, and asked him: ‚O recluse, have you not suffered
anything at the hands of the
nÈga
king?‛ Then MahÈ MoggallÈna replied: ‚Don't you see
the
nÈga
standing by with its hood spreading like a white umbrella over me?‛ The hermits
uttered in amazement: ‚O friends, this is a wonderful feat worthy of cheers by the snapping
of the fingers! The recluse has subdued a powerful
nÈga
such as this. It is marvellous
indeed!‛ They then rallied round MahÈ MoggallÈna in a group.
At that moment, the Buddha arrived there, MahÈ MoggallÈna rose from his seat and made
obeisance to Him. The hermits asked him: ‚Is this recluse more powerful than yourself?‛
‚This great recluse is replete with six glories; He is my master, I am merely His disciple,‛
was the reply.
The Buddha took His seat on the pile of sand. The hermits went around and with clasped
hands raised, spoke in high praise of the Buddha: ‚The recluse who subdued the
nÈga
king
is but a disciple, one wanders how mighty his master might be.‛ The Buddha then called
Aggidatta and asked him: ‚What kind of instructions do you give to your hermits and lay