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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However, Fangzheng suddenly extended one hand and gave a thumbs up. "That knot was indeed pretty good."

The two soldiers also wore livid expressions as they quickly tied him up again. They used every means they had at their disposal. Finally, they tied several ropes around Fangzheng's body to ensure that he couldn't move. Only then did they say, "Sir, it's done!"

Looking at Fangzheng who was tied up like a dumpling, the colonel heaved a sigh of relief. "Very good. Take him away!"

"Yes, it's pretty good." Fangzheng nodded as well. Then, he raised his hand, and the rope snapped. Under everyone's gaze, he scratched his bald head. Only then did Fangzheng say in embarrassment, "Sorry, my head is a little itchy, so I have to scratch it. Why don't you tie me up again? I promise to be honest and not resist!"

The colonel's face darkened even more. "Do it again!"

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