There was once a Buddhist monk who loved peaches. He would sit beneath a tree at the bottom of a hill, eating peaches and tossing the pits over his shoulder. Unknowingly, one of the pits hit a small bird and killed it,
The bird was reborn as a wild pig. A few years later, when the pig was grown, it was rooting through the dirt at the top of that same hill. Unknowingly, the pig dislodged a stone which rolled down the hill and struck the monk as he sat with his peaches, killing him.
There was once a Buddhist monk who loved peaches. He would sit beneath a tree at the bottom of a hill, eating peaches and tossing the pits over his shoulder. Unknowingly, one of the pits hit a small bird and killed it,
The bird was reborn as a wild pig. A few years later, when the pig was grown, it was rooting through the dirt at the top of that same hill. Unknowingly, the pig dislodged a stone which rolled down the hill and struck the monk as he sat with his peaches, killing him.