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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Following that, another flick came down on his head. With a dull thud, Wu Zong cried out in pain again. He hurriedly got to his feet and began running.

However, what kind of speed could he possibly have? And what kind of speed did Fangzheng have? No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't be faster than a strolling Fangzheng. As Fangzheng flicked, Wu Zong ran and screamed in pain. His short hair wasn't able to cover much of his skin to begin with, and as such, his head was soon covered in bruises. At a glance, he looked like a humanoid toad with warts.

Wu Zong ran for about a kilometer before he couldn't continue anymore. The more he ran, the slower he became. Behind him, Fangzheng seemed to be completely unfazed. As he walked beside him, he would flick his head from time to time, causing Wu Zong to cry out incessantly.

Towards the end, he didn't even have the strength to scream. Whenever he was flicked by Fangzheng, he would grunt with a hoarse voice.

True Torture