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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In fact, all the way until Eighth Qiu was taken away by Old Jin, Qiu Baihong had been standing behind a haystack. She returned only after seeing that he was fine. At the same time, she deleted a number she had been prepared to call at any moment. On the phone's screen, Qiu Jinyu's number could be seen.

Upon seeing this, Fangzheng sighed once again. "Dreams. Life is like a dream. Even if it lasts a thousand years, the awakening will come one day."

With that said, Fangzheng slowly got up and came in front of Qiu Baihong as he looked into her eyes. "Patron, a dream is ultimately a dream. Since you have woken up, open your eyes and see for yourself. Look at what the world is like beyond the dreams. Is it really as terrible as you imagine?"

With that said, Fangzheng reorganized some memory fragments and played them before Qiu Baihong.

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