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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On this day, Red Boy had his serving deducted. He lay pitifully in his cradle and counted the wooden patterns on the ceiling.

Monkey said, "Junior Brother, sleep early."

Red Boy rolled his eyes at Monkey. "Why don't you try sleeping when you're hungry?"

Monkey said, "Alright, do whatever you want. I'll sleep first."

Red Boy lay there in a daze as he slowly fell asleep.

Red Boy couldn't sleep, but Fangzheng slept soundly. He had been exhausted for days and hadn't taken a wink. Now, the moment he closed his eyes, he lost consciousness. He began snoring loudly and slept until the evening of the next day!

Fangzheng got up and looked around. It was only when the sky turned dark that he mumbled. "I thought I slept all night. So I only slept for a while. But why is my stomach hungry? Forget it. it should be fake. Back to sleep…"

With that said, Fangzheng got back into bed and continued sleeping.

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