An old monk, surrounded by a group of devout disciples. On this day, he told his disciples to go to Nanshan to get a load of firewood. The disciples hurried to the river on the hillside, and everyone was dumbfounded. I saw the flood rushing down from the mountain, and I couldn't cross the river to collect firewood in any case. Without success, the disciples were a little depressed. There is only one young monk and master who are calm and stand opposite each other. When the master asked him why, the young monk took an apple out of his arms and handed it to the master, saying, "I can't cross the river to collect firewood. When I saw an apple tree by the river, I picked the only apple on it. " Later, the young monk became a descendant of the master.
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