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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"Yes! Cold Dew is split into three periods—wild geese come as guests, sparrows enter the sea and become molluscs, chrysanthemums show yellow flowers!" What surprised Fangzheng was that the first person to shout the answer out was Squirrel, who only knew eating.

The others widened their eyes, obviously showing that they had never memorized it. Fangzheng shook his head. "The three of you. Go and write that line 108 times. Every line missing equals one meal less."

The moment that was said, the trio widened their eyes as Lone Wolf hurriedly sat there and moved his paws, counting.

Monkey asked in puzzlement, "Senior Brother, what are you counting?"

"I'm counting to see how many meals I can skip without starving to death!"

A dark cloud instantly hung over Fangzheng, Red Boy, Monkey, and Squirrel. This darn dog!

"Master, we asked you about Lidong, but why are you talking about Cold Dew?" Squirrel asked.

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