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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"In addition, what I want to tell you is that as far as I know, That Venerable Jingxin is already a few thousand years old, and that salted fish is considered an ancestor in the monastery. How old is he? Think about it yourself."

Li Daguang continued, "In the past, I thought they were bragging or people were spouting nonsense. But from the looks of it, this matter might be true. Besides, do you really think that a twenty-year-old young monk can possess such divine powers? You have also spoken to him before. Does he really look like a twenty-year-old monk? An accomplished monk is nothing more than that!"

"Are you saying that if we are on good terms with him, we might be able to live forever?" After Baird finished speaking, he was somewhat in disbelief.

Li Daguang shook his head and said, "I don't know, but what if?"

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