By Osamu Tezuka
The Eisner and Harvey WinnerIn this fourth quantity of the award-winning picture novel biography, Buddha slowly discovers that his future lies in a course now not available to him. With fellow ascetics Dhepa who has whole religion within the purifying caliber of painful actual ordeals, and Assaji, who can are expecting everyone's demise to the hour, Buddha travels in the course of the country of Magadha into the woodland of Uruvela, the place the center course and Enlightenment wait past a chain of death-defying trials.Awake below the Pippala tree...
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