sn42.9:3.1 “But sir, how am I to do this?”
sn42.9:3.2 “Here, brahmin, go to the ascetic Gotama and say to him:
sn42.9:3.3 ‘Sir, don’t you in many ways praise kindness, protection, and sympathy for families?’
sn42.9:3.4 When he’s asked this, if he answers:
sn42.9:3.5 ‘Indeed I do, chief,’ say this to him:
sn42.9:3.6 ‘So what then are you doing, wandering together with this large Saṅgha of mendicants during a time of famine and scarcity, with crops blighted and turned to straw?
sn42.9:3.7 The Buddha is practicing to annihilate, collapse, and ruin families!’
sn42.9:3.8 When you put this dilemma to him, the Buddha won’t be able to either spit it out or swallow it down.”
sn42.9:3.9 “Yes, sir,” replied Asibandhaka’s son. He rose from his seat, bowed, and respectfully circled the Jain Ñātika, keeping him on his right. Then he went to the Buddha, bowed, sat down to one side, and said to him: