oring country were at war, and the war continued. the woman'triot. he decided to go to the battlefield. he promit after the war was over, ” he would e back and marry her right away.

surpring left, he never returned. it i blunt knife on the battlefield. due to the fierce battle on the front linen's not returned home, and his left in the desert.

the woman wand decided to nd bee a nun. he worshiped before the buddha, walked 3,000 times a day, struck 3,000 wooden fing 3,000 bellfter day, year after year, no matter how many utumn me, the bhikkhuni still could not understand the nd realized that he could not understand any of the principles of buddhism from the buddhist scripturend went to a runner. abba redvice.

the chief priest said nothing, but simply led the bhikkhuni to the bamboo grove in the courtyard. in the bamboo foreck tree rise from the ground, curl up like a twind upright. when the bhikkhuni approached, he foreign object made of black hair. , i couldn't help but be very bba asked, “do you know yet?” '

the bhikkuni d in confubbot nd slowly spoke the truth. it turnt the black hair tree wa thread of anxiety left here after he d. unexpectedly, it took root and grew rapidly, gradually being a tree. a dark tree in the garden, hidden in the middle of a bamboo foreid. ``if you knock once a day, it will grow by one minute. if you knock on the mokugyo every day, it will grow by one centimeter. and if you ring the bell every day, it will grow by one centimeter. every night.'' it withers and turn bud. ”, over and over again. '

the bhikkhuni remained d an epiphany, with tearnd mixed emotionrt.

it ble to let go of hind he rriend misses her.

the essence of this problem reflectte.

hitting the bow, banging the wooden fish,