webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
1512 Chs

War Is Not The Goal

Translator: CKtalon

"But it's hard to think like that. I feel that against leopards and wolves, we should use a pole to beat them into submission. Only then will they not dare to invade us again," said her brother stubbornly.

"Remember, war is the final resort, but it does not mean you should seek peace at the expense of shaming your country. Now, His Majesty is seeking peace because he has victory on his side. The enemy does not dare disobey, because not agreeing to a truce will mean death! This is the strategy of subduing the other's military without engaging in battle, a superb strategy. In contrast, if we were to lead the armies north, it would not benefit us in any way. The Rouran could ride away on their horses at any time, while their land is barren and desolate. It would be useless for us to occupy it. And they would return the moment we abandoned it. It would only mean endless war and endless death.