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the statue of the god was standing outside the temple
door, facing inwards. "Oh," said the master, "you have
little faith; you can come back now." This the god duly
did, moving his form back to his place in the temple.
My friend, the Venerable Xing Zhong, gave up a good
government post and became a monk, but although he
followed a Chinese guru, he never received training in
the exoteric doctrines.
Now, my venerable friend had not heard the stories of
the power of Guan Gong, as not everyone in China
worships him. Coming to a Chinese patron's house, he
saw the god's image on the shrine, placed with the
Buddhas. Telling the people of the house that this was
wrong, he broke the image, trampling it under his feet,
proclaiming the uselessness of worshipping such a god.
Later, when my friend came to India, again he saw an
image of Guan Gong in a Chinese shrine, but this time
he dared not destroy it, as many people were there.
However, he complained to me about it, saying that the
people were not real Buddhists, and that the image
should be removed.
"Then tell me truly," I said, "have you destroyed other
figures of this protector?" He told me. At this I warned
him: "You are in danger." "You should now confess this
misdeed before the Buddha and this Dharma-protector."
Although he knew me well and had some regard for my
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