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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Song Ming smiled bitterly. "It's reliable, but it's useless. We don't have any evidence to prove that Hiei Premium Tea is the result of man-made genetic modifications. They claimed that they were using the best breed of tea that had been nurtured for a hundred years. Furthermore, the Japanese are very trusted in Europe. The Europeans believe them."

Muddle Tang said, "That means that this competition is basically doomed. Therefore, you came to Mt. One Finger to seek the tea. You want to know if this Frost Bamboo tea can breathe in life for Chinese tea leaves?"

Song Ming nodded. "Yes, it's hope. I hope it doesn't turn into despair."

Tang Chen said, "I heard that Frost Bamboo tea was invested in by a Chinese company in Southeast Asia… Unfortunately, if we had known that there was such tea, we would have invested ourselves."

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