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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Another police car slowed down as one of its windows was lowered. A policeman narrowed his eyes as he shone his torchlight at the electric pole. Then he said angrily, "Are you sick? Your hands are on the outer side, right where the knot is. Can't you loosen it yourself and walk off? You even called the police? Why don't you just die!"

Fang Kui said bitterly, "I also wish to leave, but I don't dare to!"

"Why?" the policeman asked with a frown.

"The living Buddha told me to tie myself to the electric pole and await punishment. So I tied myself here and waited. Let's not talk about that. It's really cold. I've broken a few bones. Quick, save me," Fang Kui said.

"Living Buddha… Why don't you say it was Gautama? Old Zhou, I think this guy is nuts. Why don't we leave? There's someone being pursued awaiting our rescue. There's no need for us to waste time on this nut case."

Surrendering in Such a Manner