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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It was already too late for Jiang Zhou to stop Guan Xiangfeng with a shout.

"Master, don't worry. I'll stop him." Qiu Xiaoye widened her stride as she rushed to the door and when she looked up, she saw Red Boy holding a huge machete. He was almost about to cleave down at a resplendent chair that looked like jadeite. She subconsciously also shouted.

"This! What are you doing? Fan Qing, get them to stop shouting in a monastery," said Fan Qing.

Fan Qing nodded and immediately ran over.

Jiang Zhou felt assured with regards to Fan Qing. He was more mature in contrast, but…

"Stop!" Fan Qing's roar left Jiang Zhou completely dumbfounded. What was happening in the backyard? Why were his three disciples acting this way? However, his leg was still injured, preventing him from going forward to take a look. All he could do was try his best to stretch his neck to look in. Unfortunately, he saw nothing because of the angle wasn't right.

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