MTL - Reborn To The Start Of The Apocalypse To Farm - Chapter 158 Feel

Chen Nuo had transmigrated to the Primordial World and surprisingly opened a shop right next to Patriarch Bodhi’s Taoist temple.Unexpectedly, the first visitor wasn’t Patriarch Bodhi, but a monkey, who traded three strands of its fur for a plate of egg-fried rice, then its eyes emitted golden lights!From then on, there was no more Great Sage Equalling Heaven Sun Wukong, only the Godly Chef Sun Wukong!Buddhism was utterly baffled, what was this situation, where was my Journey to the West, where was the grand flourishing of Buddhism?Haotian was utterly baffled, “Fuck, where is everyone? How come there’s no one in the vast Heavenly Court?”The immortals: “Who’s still in Heavenly Court now? Of course, we’re all going to eat!”

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!”

He is the fearsome heir of an empire, wielding power throughout his life, indifferent and cold by nature, yet devoted to her wholeheartedly.“Summer Sutton, the only woman I will ever marry in this lifetime!” At the engagement party arranged by his family with another woman, he arrives with her and blatantly kicks the white lotus out of the picture.Everyone knows that Summer Sutton is the one Adrian Walyon holds dear to his heart; whatever she desires, there is nothing he cannot provide.At her mere longing for him, he flies thousands of kilometers overnight to be by her side.At her mention of missing the taste of home, he orders food to be prepared and immediately air-shipped to her.When she expresses her wish to reach for the stars, he reserves an aerial restaurant 108 floors high, making the starlight accessible.“What else do you want?” he asks earnestly, gazing at her.She tiptoes up, wrapping him in her arms, “Adrian Walyon, all I want is you!”

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.