On one occasion a monk went to a charnel ground and took the rags from a fresh corpse. The ghost was still dwelling in that body, and it said to the monk, “Sir, don’t take my wrap.” The monk took no notice and left. Then the corpse got up and followed behind that monk. The monk entered his dwelling and closed the door, and the corpse collapsed right there. He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing expulsion. But a monk shouldn’t take rags from a fresh corpse. If he does, he commits an offense of wrong conduct.”

On one occasion robe-cloth belonging to the Sangha was being distributed. A monk disregarded the draw and took the robe-cloth, intending to steal it. He became anxious … “You have committed an offense entailing expulsion.”

On one occasion when Venerable Ānanda was in a sauna, he thought the sarong of another monk was his own and put it on. The other monk said, “Ānanda, why did you put on my sarong?” “I thought it was my own.” They told the Buddha. “There’s no offense for one who perceives it as his own.”

On one occasion a number of monks were descending from the Vulture Peak when they saw the remains of a lion’s kill. They had it cooked and ate it. They became anxious … “There’s no offense when it’s the remains of a lion’s kill.”