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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With that said, Phelps ignored the dumbfounded receptionist and hung up the phone.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Mr. Phelps isn't around." The receptionist smiled professionally as she faced Fangzheng.

But when she blinked, the receptionist was stunned. Where was the monk in front of her?

At the same time, up the staircase, two figures—one big, one small—rapidly climbed up the stairs. Fangzheng asked, "Are you sure he's upstairs?"

Red Boy said, "Of course. I scanned the place with my divine perception. The person who just answered the call and spoke is on the 88th floor. There are only three rooms there. It will be easy to find him."

Fangzheng nodded. The two of them were not ordinary people. Although 88 floors were high, it was no different from flat ground for the two of them.

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