But powerful ministers advised King Asoka not to do that. One time, King Asoka was eating the Amara fruit. Halfway through the meal, he held the fruit in his hand and sighed, and asked the ministers:

But powerful ministers advised King Asoka not to do that. One time, King Asoka was eating the Amara fruit. Halfway through the meal, he held the fruit in his hand and sighed, and asked the ministers: "Now, who is the master of Ambuzhou? "The ministers replied: "Only the king."

The king said: "No. I am not the master now. Only half of this fruit can obey my wishes. My wealth and honor are more unreliable than the light in front of the wind. I am the king with the highest status and the highest title in the world. When he is dying, he has no real power and is controlled by powerful ministers. The world no longer belongs to me. The only thing I have now is this fruit. Only half of it."

So King Asoka ordered his ministers to send half of the Amara fruit to Jituma to donate to the monks as a final offering. After the monks accepted King Ashoka's offering, they buried the fruit core in the soil and built Zaidubo.

The most likely thing Asoka ate when he was seriously ill was mangoes, and the remaining half of the food that he did not eat was sent to the chicken-headed monks as offerings. Phyllanthus emblica is really too shabby.

Today I thought of the holy fruit of Buddhism from "Pillow Grass". This wild horse can run far enough, but I always aim to go off topic when writing articles, so you can just make do with it.