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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The worker nodded. "There was a bag of nails near the gas tank. They were left behind from the carpentry work we were doing…" With that said, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. If the explosion had sent the nails flying, the surrounding crowd would have been in trouble! Thankfully, only one unlucky person was a victim. With this in mind, the worker subconsciously looked at Mo Qun.

Kang Rui, Sister Qing, and company also looked at Mo Qun.

He bellowed angrily. "What are you looking at me for? Ah… Ouch."

Sister Qing seemed to think of something as she asked, "Sir, do you mean that the nails were nearly sent flying out?"

The worker nodded and said, "Logically speaking, all the nails were together. So once the tank exploded, all the nails should have been sent flying together, so how come there were only three?"

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