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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When Letian returned, Fangzheng managed to identify what was in Letian's hands. He exclaimed, "Ginseng flowers?"

"Hehe, you have a good eye! Make a guess. How old do you think the ginseng is?" said Letian proudly.

Fangzheng shook his head. "You are stumping This Penniless Monk. This Penniless Monk knows that a ginseng's age can be determined from its leaves. You don't even have leaves, so what is there to see?"

"Haha! Abbot, it appears you really are clueless about ginseng. If not, you wouldn't be saying such amateurish words," said Letian with a laugh. He did not mind if Fangzheng would be displeased with what he said.

Fangzheng naturally did not feel unhappy. Instead, he asked, "Oh? Does it not depend on the leaves? This Penniless Monk has always heard that the leaves determine the grade."

Baller!