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, Fang Yunjing was a student after all. She was burdened with her studies, so she seldom had the chance to come to One Finger Monastery. The chances of them meeting were low.

Fangzheng was a little surprised to suddenly meet her today. He felt a little guilty, afraid that he would be recognized by someone he knew.

Just as Fangzheng was about to dodge, he heard the driver shout, "Take the correct seat. Don't take the wrong seat? That will save us trouble."

Fangzheng hurriedly took out the card he had hung on his neck and looked at the seat number: "Number 42!"

Fangzheng immediately felt relieved. With such a seat at the back, he could definitely distance himself from Fang Yunjing.

Red Boy heaved a sigh of relief as well. The two of them looked up to find their seats. The seats had their numbers on the racks above the seats. On the left were No. 1 and No. 2, followed by No. 3 and No. 4…

"What's your number?" Fang Yunjing asked kindly.

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