Greetings, Ninth Uncle - Chapter 143: Sincerity (III)

Sometimes, as we go about with our lives, we all happen to think of one specific thought at least once.

One day, a tower appeared in the skies of all the major cities…

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!”

The invincible strongman who roams through the city by day and night, a supreme soldier king that moves across the urban landscape.