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Mid-Autumn Festival, master bought a large packet seeds, called disciples go planting. Wind processes, seeds wave, is no good, lot of seeds have been blowing the fly. Shouted young monk. No problem,Most of hollow, Down, we would not germinate, Master said, With the sexual.
End scattering seeds, that is, a few birds to pecking, anxious young monk again. Never mind, many seeds already ready, and eat enough, Master continued to adjust their price by the book, with the case.
A rainstorm in the middle of the night, burst into the Buddhist temple disciples This is the next over, seeds were washed away. Where are washed on where germination, is meditation master, eyelid lift no lift, .
More than half a month later, the Temple grow bald Young, some of the homes are not planting anglealso green, disciples happy clapping straight. Master stood before Buddhist temple, nodded .
