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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A metal door slowly opened, and the creaking old doorknob produced a groan.

At the same time, a gust of cold wind blew in from the outside. The strong wind was mixed with snowflakes as it hit the four people's faces like blades. Tojo subconsciously touched his face, only to find it ice-cold.

"Snow?" asked Tojo subconsciously. However, when he placed his hand in front of him, his eyes instantly widened. It was not snow, but blood!

"Blood, it's blood! Where is this? Tojo, where is this?" the youngest Sakata exclaimed with a sobbing tone.

"Tojo, Sakata, Yamamoto, where… Where are we? This can't be hell, right?" Matsushita's voice was trembling. It was obvious that he was frightened.

Yamamoto said, "Our spirits and souls belong to Japan. Even if we die, we shouldn't have to enter the hell that belongs to the shinajin. We should be in Japan's heaven."

Shirō Ishii's Unit