Once upon a time, the Blessed One was staying near Sāvatthī, in Jeta’s Grove, at Anāthapiṇḍika’s monastery.
In those days, within the realm of King Pasenadi, there lived a notorious bandit named Angulimāla. He was fierce and merciless, taking lives without hesitation, showing no compassion for living beings. He destroyed villages, ruined towns, and left the countryside empty and desolate. After each killing, he would cut off a finger from his victim, stringing them together into a dreadful garland that he wore around his neck.
One morning, the Blessed One dressed, took up his robe and alms bowl, and entered Sāvatthī for his food. When he had finished his meal, he returned, put his lodging in order, and then set out along the very road that led to Angulimāla’s lair.
As he walked, some cowherds, shepherds, and farmers saw him. Alarmed, they called out:
“Don’t go that way, contemplative! On that road is Angulimāla, ruthless and violent, with no mercy in his heart. He destroys villages, devastates towns, and lays waste to the countryside. He murders again and again, wearing a garland of human fingers. Even groups of ten, twenty, thirty, or forty men have gone down that road, and none have returned. Please, turn back!”
But the Blessed One walked on in silence.
A second time they warned him. A third time they begged him. Still, without a word, the Blessed One kept walking forward.
From a distance, Angulimāla saw him coming and thought in amazement:
“How strange! How astonishing! Groups of ten, twenty, thirty, or forty men have not escaped me. Yet here comes this contemplative, walking alone, without fear, without a companion. Why shouldn’t I kill him too?”
So Angulimāla seized his sword and shield, slung his bow and quiver over his shoulder, and rushed after the Blessed One.
But the Blessed One, through the power of his mind, made it so that although Angulimāla ran with all his might, he could not catch up with him. The Blessed One continued to walk at his normal pace, calm and unhurried.
Startled, Angulimāla thought:
“This is incredible! In the past, I have chased and caught swift elephants, horses, chariots, even deer. Yet now, though I run with all my strength, I cannot overtake this contemplative who only walks calmly. How amazing!”
At last he stopped and shouted:
“Stop, contemplative! Stop!”
The Blessed One turned and said:
“I have stopped, Angulimāla. Now you stop too.”
Link: https://wisdomtea.org/2025/09/11/when-violence-came-to-peace/
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