There is a Buddhist monk lived seven, six individuals every day a large out of farming, which is the smallest of monks in temples chores and cooking.
Temple meet one day, one of the monks first complained that the little monk mucking out farming, there is no food to eat, it is not fair, he should go out and we must cultivate and earn his own food, other monks and nodded his contention.
Young monk had to follow them, then every other morning together out of work. To the evening, when they go home tired, Buddhist temple was dark, there is no longer a bright warm light meet them on the table or delicious meals are waiting for their consumption.
Suddenly they see your good care and should not be denied that the little monk quietly. They woke up to DAWU, consistent request small monk to his previous work.
Since then, the temple again recover past and Xiang harmonious atmosphere.
Chicken soup for the work of both the management of their wealth, each has its importance. The whole machine off a screws, perhaps it is no longer functioning.
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