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Anonymous

A string of wooden beads

I always believe if everyone does a good deed, bit by bit, we can make a harmonious world.

A temple stood in the center of a huge lake, which was stretched to the horizon.   The scenery was so beautiful and peaceful. A great master and his twenty junior monks lived together and cultivated the wisdom of Buddha in harmony. Hearsay a precious string of wooden beads had been worn by Buddha, which was enshrined in the temple. They only had a small cockleboat to connect to the outside world, and no one could approach...

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