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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"Fionn, what's going on?" Erte immediately ran over and asked.

Fionn was the police officer in charge. Fionn said with a bitter smile, "Mr. Erte, can't you see? There's something very odd with this monk. The police stations that remanded him suffered from bad luck one after another. All of their officers were admitted to the hospital, and now, even a police station burned down. This fellow was originally going to be temporarily held in custody at our station, but the car suffered an accident midway. The police officers have been sent to the hospital, but he escaped unscathed.

"Wherever he passes, there will either be televisions exploding or a car going out of control. Although there were no deaths or injuries, the financial loss is sizable! Look, even the streetlights are exploding! The ground has cracked, a train has flattened cars, and a car drove right into city hall… This… is a devil of bad luck!"

Darn Baldy, B*tch