Abba asked, “Do you know yet?” '
The bhikkuni shook his head in confusion.
The abbot sighed quietly and slowly spoke the truth. It turns out that the black hair tree was actually a thread of anxiety left here after he shaved his head. Unexpectedly, it took root and grew rapidly, gradually being a tree. A dark tree in the garden, hidden in the middle of a bamboo forest.
Abbe said. ``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 turns into a bud. ”, over and over again. '
The bhikkhuni remained silent, as if she had had an epiphany, with tears in her eyes and mixed emotions in her heart.
It seems like he was never able to let go of his attachment, and he still carries the past in his heart and misses her.
The essence of this problem reflects his mental state.
Hitting the bow, banging the wooden fish, and ringing the bell seemed to be expressions of sincerity to the Buddha, but in reality, each time he did it, he was filled with inner suffering and suffering. I ended up suffering from pain. Although he could not pletely let go of his past, he deliberately ignored it and did these things. As such, he is unable to truly let go of his past, and in fact his anxiety is constantly growing.
The black hair tree turns into hair every night because every night I dream of my girlfriend dying, I meet my girlfriend in my dreams, and I relieve my depression by being with my girlfriend in my dreams. be. When your wishes e true, the knots in your heart will be loosened and your worries will disappear.
The bhikkhuni realized all this and decided to leave the temple for a while to resolve the cause and effect relationship..."
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