མཽད་གལ་གྱི་བུས་སྨྲས་པ། བུ་མོ་དེ་ནི་མི་ཤེས་སོ། །བུ་མོས་སྨྲས་པ།
“Reverend Mahāmaudgalyāyana,” continued the girl, “if this world system of the trichiliocosm were, like an endless field, to be filled with sugarcane, or bamboo, or reeds, or rice, then even for a magically-endowed being like you it would take an eon to count the number of plants.
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