At one time a brahmin invited the monks, saying, “Perfected sirs, please come.” They became anxious, thinking, “We’re not perfected ones, and yet this brahmin speaks to us as if we are. What should we do?” They told the Buddha. “There’s no offense when something is spoken in faith.” At one time a brahmin invited the monks, saying, “Perfected sirs, please be seated.” … “Perfected sirs, please eat.” … “Perfected sirs, please be satisfied.” … “Perfected sirs, please go.” They became anxious, thinking, “We’re not perfected ones, and yet this brahmin speaks to us as if we are. What should we do?” They told the Buddha. “There’s no offense when something is spoken in faith.”

At one time a monk claimed a superhuman quality to another monk, saying, “I’ve abandoned the corruptions.” He became anxious … “You’ve committed an offense entailing expulsion.” At one time a monk claimed a superhuman quality to another monk, saying, “I have these qualities.” He became anxious … “You’ve committed an offense entailing expulsion.”