Yimeng Huangliang

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn't a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn't large but it has everything. The temple isn't large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn't large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, "I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that's not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!"

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

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Fangzheng said, "Patron, you will regret it if you continue walking this slow."

"I'll regret it only if I walk fast! Cut the crap. Slow down!" Han Xiaoguo said.

Fangzheng shook his head helplessly and finally reached the backyard before arriving at the kitchen's entrance.

"Where's my rice! Wasn't there still some in the pot a while ago?" Han Xiaoguo pointed at the empty rice pot and bellowed.

Fangzheng sighed and said, "I told you that you would regret it. The remaining rice has been eaten by the dog."

"Dog? Where?" Han Xiaoguo burned with anger. He decided that he wanted to stew the dog for his meal!

Fangzheng looked behind Han Xiaoguo and said, "Behind you."

Han Xiaoguo jerked his head back and saw a silver wolf the size of a calf lying in a corner of the courtyard. It was looking at him with narrowed eyes, and the look in its eyes was as if it was looking at a retard!

The Monk that could not be Killed