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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Monkey pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Master, are you sure you got a water vat and not a chimney?"

Lone Wolf smacked his lips and said, "How huge…"

Red Boy stroked his chin and, just as he was about to say something, he discovered four pairs of ferocious eyes on him. He swallowed the words he was about to say and thought to himself, "A bunch of bumpkins. These kinds of containers are considered better the smaller they are back in my world. Interspatial bags, interspatial rings, cosmos sleeves. A tiny thing can contain a mountain and a river… Only the poor would use something this large. It occupies so much space, and it's ugly."

However, having learned his lesson from the White Jade Cabbage, Red Boy decisively shut up. He smiled and praised it to prevent trouble.

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