Martial Arts Worlds - Chapter 48: Smash!

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.

- Description from Novelupdates

When Lu Yuan woke up, he found himself ten years in the past.Lu Yuan then made the choice no one understood.He liquidated his family fortune, dumped billions into “worthless” relics, and earned the title of the biggest idiot heir alive.But no one knew that three months later, the Global Awakening would arrive. Humanity would evolve. Alien horrors would invade. And cash? Just colored paper.Armed with knowledge of the next decade, Lu Yuan began his insane preparations. He spent billions to claim treasures no one else valued: the ancient Bodhi Tree that granted billionfold talent; the complete Dao De Jing; a farmland where a landed meteorite held a celestial sword embryo.The world mocked him as a prodigal heir. The antique world whispered about a mysterious buyer.The world laughed at him until the Awakening came. Then they trembled. Lu Yuan was invincible across the earth.Beneath immortals, none can defeat me. Before immortals, I’ll trade life for life.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

Who could have guessed that the accidental discovery of a pitch-black USB drive would one day turn Chen Chen’s world upside down?