An old monk, who gather around with a bunch of devout disciples. On this day, he asked his disciples per person to Nanshan play back a load of firewood. Disciples hurried line to the river, not far from the mountain, everyone stunned, I saw floods pour down from the mountains, in any case can never expect to cross the firewood. Without success, his disciples were a little dejected, with the exception of a young monk and master frankly relative. Teacher asked why, the young monk from her pulled out an apple and handed the master said, had not the river, firewood can not play, see the river there are apple trees, I dig into an apple tree, only to pick up. Later, the young monk became the inheritor of the master.
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