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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"It's pickled vegetables, right? Just from the smell alone, I can feel the sourness. Tell me, how sour are these pickled vegetables? How can they even stomach it? Heh," Salted Fish said with a look of disdain.

Red Boy understood what Salted Fish was doing. This was a classic case of grumpy self-consolation. Hence, he nodded and said, "Yes, it definitely doesn't taste good! There's no way it does. And if you eat too much sour food, it will only lead to tooth pain. Eldest Senior Brother already said that Master said it wouldn't be delicious."

"That's right. It's definitely not delicious. Why don't we sniff at it from a little closer?" Salted Fish gulped and asked.

Red Boy nodded. As the two fellows grumbled that it wasn't delicious, they approached the backyard.

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