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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"And then you still returned on a wheelchair?" Chen Yingying scoffed. It was clear what she meant—you got scammed!

Chen Danian frowned. "Yingying, don't say that. He's truly an erudite person! His medical skills are indescribable."

"Then are your legs alright?" Chen Yingying asked.

Chen Danian thought before shaking his head. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Yi said, "Uncle, there are many people these days who claim to be experts. They are everywhere. Even those fortune tellers on the streets claim to be descendants of Zhang <anno data-annotation-id="d74b45ba-60ee-4453-acd7-7acf1b62cb9b">Sanfeng</anno> to scam others. Didn't they mention it on television? There's no such thing as an erudite person these days. They are all conmen."

Chen Danian frowned. "I know very well whether Master is an erudite person or not. Speak no further. It's your big day today, so I won't be reprimanding the two of you."

Following Master Can Only Mean Starvation