An old monk made a small patch in a mountain valley and planted some buckwheat. When they germinated, he said that he could eat much noddle that year. That time, his student monk said that it could not be sure. When harvesting and thrashing it, he said as follows; “It’s time to eat the noodle soon. Very good!” The student monk got a word in edgewise.
“It can not be sure.”
The noodle was squeezed out and put in the big vessel.
It smelled good. He asked his student monk as follows; “Do you think that it can not be sure?”
“Of course”
The old monk was very angry to hear that.
“The bowl of noodle is now before me. It is a real fact. Then, why do you croak?.”
The old monk stood up suddenly and swang the walking stick to beat the student monk. Unfortunately, the stick hitted on the bowl; which was turned upside down. The student monk shouted while running away.
“I said that it could not be sure. Am not I right ?”
The other monks laughed to see it clapping their hands.