And deeply moved, he said to Assaji: “If the teaching were nothing else but this you have at any rate overpassed suffering. That which many ages have not seen is revealed to us now.” And leaving Assaji, who pursued his way in peace, Sariputta hastened with winged feet to his friend and fellow-student Moggalana, and Moggalana seeing him cried out. “Your eyes are shining. Your colour is pure and clear. Have you then found deliverance from death?” “I have found it. I have found it.” And standing there breathless he told him of Assaji and his words, and on the great mind of Moggalana, strong in clear perception, flashed also the truth of the nonentity of the greedy _I_, and unable to delay, panting for the truth, they left the ascetic who taught them, and hurried to the wood where the Perfect One taught sitting among his disciples, and when he saw the two young Brahmans approach full of eagerness and awe, he said to those about him. “Welcome these two, for they shall be my greatest—the one unsurpassed for wisdom, the other for supernormal power.” And he himself welcomed them with joy, seeing that they would stand about him as bright stars about the moon. So when they had told him their case and heard his words, he said: “Come, monks, the Doctrine is well taught! Lead henceforward the pure life for the extinction of suffering,” and thus received them to be his own. And shortly after this he founded the Sangha, the Brotherhood formally, and drew up the first code for its governance. And the number of his followers grew and increased mightily, for not only the people but many of the noble youths of the Kingdom of Maghada joined themselves to this most noble young man, the Son of the Sakyas, so much so that some of the people were angry and said: “The ascetic Gotama is come to bring childlessness and widowhood and the decay of families,” and they made a verse that was repeated in the streets: “The great monk has come through the wood-ways: he sits on the hill, And whom will he steal from us next, for he takes whom he will?” And his disciples hearing this verse went to the Exalted One and repeated it, dwelling on the anger of some of the people. But the Perfect One smiled, for the young monks were angry. “Seven days will this excitement last, monks, and for that time only. But if they taunt you with that verse, reply with this: “The heroes, the Perfect Ones, lead by the Truth:— and who calls it amiss? If the Buddha persuades by the truth, will ye blame him for this?” And the disciples smiled also and were content, and in seven days it was forgotten, and still the great and lowly flocked to hear.