The young monk lay on the ground for a long time after Jang-ja entered his house. After a while, the big door opened and a young, kindhearted bride came out with a basketful of rice.  She was Jang-ja’s last daughter-in-law.  “Monk! Take this rice and go away.  If my father-in-law learns you are still here, he will come out again.  Please, never come to this house again.”

Jang-ja’s entire family was indescribably wicked.  Only his last daughter-in-law, newly married, was good-natured.  When other family members were absent, she was always kind to the beggars.  The young monk thanked this good-natured daughter-in-law many times.

The monk said to her, “It is a wonder that there is a Buddhist in this wicked family.  Buddha bless you.  May you go to Nirvana after death.”

When the young monk returned to the temple, the chief priest was surprised at his appearance.  So the young monk told the whole story about how he had been treated at Jang-ja’s house that day.

“Oh! Is there such a wicked man in the world?”

“Yes, there is and his servants resemble their master.  But his last daughter-in-law is secretly kind.”

“Why, I have to go and see myself.  I want to know just how wicked he is.”

The angry chief monk was already seventy years old.  He was famous for his Buddhist priesthood all over the country, and he was called a living Buddha.

The next day, the chief monk turned up in front of Jang-ja’s house with a beggar’s bag.  After begging and beating the wooden bell with a clapper for a long time he received the same response as the young monk had the day before.

“Oh! Yesterday a young monk made noise and today a very old monk makes a fuss.”  Jang-ja called his servants and had them beat the chief monk.  He then poured laundry water over him as he had done to the other monks.

The head monk heaved a deep sigh and left Jang-ja’s house.  But scarcely had he walked a step or two, when there was a voice behind him.