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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The others nodded as well. At the same time, they secretly gulped their saliva. They had gone up the mountain in the middle of the night and had yet to take a sip of water. They were already very thirsty, and with the desire for the tea, their eyes were almost popping out.

"That's not right! This flavor is even better than the one that Song Xian brewed!" Li Daguang exclaimed.

Nicholas said, "That's right. The taste is much better than the ones brewed by Song Xian!"

Fangzheng did not care what they said as he smiled faintly and poured them tea.

Upon hearing that, Fangzheng understood that these people had probably participated in the tea festival and were likely the judges.

On the way back, Salted Fish had said that the judges were foreigners.

It was not difficult to guess who the people in front of him was and what they were up to.

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