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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Phelps snorted coldly. "Bullsh*t! Divine powers, Dharmic powers, whatever. It's nothing but a hoax from the Chinese. Send Kuis! That monk can't be that godly!"

Half an hour later, in the police station, a burly man appeared before the doll.

The bald man had a scar on his face, and he was wearing a ferocious expression. He gripped the metal bars with both hands and roared. "Kid, let's cut the nonsense! Tell me what I want to know, and I'll help you out. Otherwise, you'll die here."

The doll sitting in front of him lifted its head slightly and smiled at him in a gentle way. "You shouldn't have grabbed the bars."

At that moment, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a broken electric wire landed on the metal bars!

The unique fragrance of meat wafted again.

I'm Not Afraid!