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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Fangzheng asked, "Then are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but it was a little stimulating. I'm just a little ecstatic and have the urge to dance," Salted Fish said.

Fangzheng was rendered completely speechless. This fellow became ecstatic from a bomb… Fangzheng had never heard of anyone getting a rush or getting inebriated from eating bombs. However, this fellow was clearly a little odd.

At this moment, Xiaoxun came over and asked curiously, "Master, how did you know the bomb was fake?"

Fangzheng returned with a question. "Who said that the bomb was fake?"

"Uh… Then… Don't tell me the bomb was real?" Xiaoxun covered her mouth nervously as she wore a look of disbelief.

"Then what happened to the bomb? Why didn't it explode?" Ong was equally dumbfounded.

Fangzheng gave a cunning smile. "Try guessing?"

Try Guessing