The Dragon Prince's Wife is a Translator - 1297 Chapter 34 Mao Mao Love Story

Introduction One:When Jiang Shouzhong finally resolved to help his wife vanquish demons and uphold the righteous path of the human world, he saw nothing but piles of white bones. Standing atop the battlefield of Asuras, the demoness was none other than his former wife.——Introduction Two:Above the temple halls, beneath the rivers and lakes, where the world of humans and demons divide, along the righteous and evil paths, countless charismatic individuals weave lives full of fireworks, unable to exhaust the tales of snow, moon, wind, and flowers.Kings and generals, peddlers and pawnbrokers, scholars and swordsmen, fiends and phantoms, they are all but pages in a book—each of varying thickness, some with twists and turns, others dull and ordinary, filled with ups and downs, joy and sorrow, or a mix of good and evil, with causes and effects unending.And the book of Jiang Shouzhong's life is undoubtedly the most captivating of all.——

Upon transmigrating, Su Xing awakens in a highly advanced game-like martial world.This world is populated by extraordinary beings known as Awakeneds. Favored by Heaven, these Awakeneds can level up and increase their power by clearing dungeons and slaying monsters.Su Xing receives a hidden profession, a Cultivator. However, due to unknown reasons, he is unable to gain experience or level up like other Awakeneds.Unable to level up, he can only cultivate. But in this era of declining spiritual energy, where cultivators are nearly extinct, even acquiring spiritual energy is a luxury. After four years of university, Su Xing is still at the puny Qi Refining stage, struggling to even graduate.Fortunately, he awakens a golden finger, the “Life Simulator,” which allows him to simulate the future by paying energy. He can bring back the cultivation and items obtained in the simulation to the real world.

That lonesome night as he lays dying in the hospital, fearing of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed emotions.

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!”