One morning, Buddha wandered alone along the shore of a paradise pond. He stopped in thought and suddenly saw everything that was happening at the bottom of the Lotus Pond, which reached the very depths of the underworld. Down there, a great many sinners crowded. Buddha's gaze fell on one of them. His name was Kandata, and he was a terrible robber: he killed, robbed, set fire to, but still he found one good deed on his account. Once, in the thicket of the forest, he almost stepped on a tiny spider, but at the last moment he felt sorry for him and removed his leg. Buddha wanted to reward the robber for a good deed and save him from the abyss of hell. Seeing a paradise spider, Buddha “hung a beautiful silver thread from a green lotus leaf like jade” and dipped its end into the water. The cobweb began to go down until it reached the depths of the underworld, where Kandata, along with other sinners, suffered fierce torment in the Lake of Blood. Suddenly he raised his head and peered into the darkness. He saw a silver cobweb coming down from the sky toward him, gleaming with a thin ray, as if fearing, as if other sinners would notice it. Candata clapped his hands in joy. Grabbing at the cobweb, he began to climb up with all his might - for an experienced thief this was commonplace. But from the underworld to heaven far, and Candata was tired.Stopping to rest, he looked down. He rose so high that the Lake of Blood disappeared from his eyes, and the top of the terrible Needle Mountain was under his feet. He cried joyfully: “Saved! Saved! ”, But he immediately noticed that countless sinners had stuck around the cobweb and crawled after it higher and higher. Candata was frightened that the cobweb could break and he would fall into the netherworld again, and screamed that it was his cobweb and he would not allow anyone to climb it. And then the cobweb, so far unharmed, burst with a bang just where Kandata clung to it, and it flew down. Buddha saw everything that happened, from beginning to end. When Kandata sank to the very bottom of the Blood Lake, the Buddha with a sad face continued his walk.

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