The idol in the temple harbored deep resentment towards the great tree and the dodder vines clinging to it, which occupied the vast space before the shrine. He believed they had usurped his prominence and had long desired to be rid of them.
One day, the idol said to the vines, "As the saying goes, 'Fine grass does not grow under a great tree.' Look at this tree's trunk, now so thick it takes several men to encircle it, while your stems remain less than an inch wide. All this is because the tree's branches and leaves block your sunlight." The vines, already envious of the tree, could no longer contain their fury upon hearing this.
That night, they appeared in the dreams of nearby villagers, whispering, "Your misfortunes come not from the idol, but from the bog tree before the temple." Convinced, the villagers felled the great tree the next day. Having lost their support, the dodder vines withered day by day and soon perished alongside the tree.