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The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

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.

Yimeng Huangliang · Urban
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Heart-to-Heart Talk between Master and Disciple

Translator: CKtalon

"It's because he is a respectable person," replied Fangzheng.

"Tch, who else in this world should be respected except your own self?" Red Boy disapproved of it before asking, "Master, do you know where the hospital is?"

Fangzheng had a blank look. That's right. Where was the hospital? That was truly a problem!

"Master, it looks like we need to sit down and think carefully about it. I caught a whiff of some of the pleasant smells the surrounding stores are giving off. Why don't we have a rest?" Red Boy looked at the large signboard hung across the street. It depicted a wok and a huge goose. Immediately, he began salivating.

Fangzheng shot a glance at the good-for-nothing child and shook his head, walking outside.

"Those stores require money. Your master is penniless. How can you be fed?" Fangzheng was speaking the truth. He had quite a bit of money, but it was all incense money, not something that could be spent. He was still poverty-stricken.

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