Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

Xiao Ayu has monthly money, and she heard the little novice give her a detailed introduction, knowing that as long as she pays the sesame oil money, she can shake it.

It doesn't matter how much.

Xiao Ayu took out a large amount of copper coins from his pocket.

on the table.

The old monk who was sitting on the rocking chair next to him heard the sound of the copper plate and smiled.

"The heart of this little benefactor is sincere!" The old monk smiled very kindly. "The more money you pay for this sesame oil, the more sincere your heart will be. The Buddha will hear it, and good things will come naturally."

"Grandpa bald, but I don't have a lot of money." Xiao Ayu was a little embarrassed.

Hearing the title of bald-headed grandpa, Yuan Zhi almost couldn't keep the expression on his face.

Well, for the sake of you being a little baby, I don't care about you.

"It's okay, you have these, and that's enough."

Better than nothing.

The weather is hot, and those pilgrims are too lazy to climb the mountain. The income of their Puji Temple is very low recently.

The little novice originally wanted to ask Uncle Yuanzhi about the signing that day. Seeing that Uncle Yuanzhi was already obsessed with cheating money, no, he went to the back to find his master.

Liu Shi was praying to the Buddha in the main hall. She worried that Xiao Ayu would collide with the gods and Buddhas because she was too young, so she asked Xiao Ayu to wait outside the main hall.

But I didn't expect that Xiao Ayu had already gone to the lottery.

Under Yuanzhi's smiling eyes, Xiao Ayu took out one of the copper plates.

With a bang, he threw it into the merit box.

Yuanzhi: ?

On a? On a? !

Little Ayu didn't see Yuanzhi's expression, and went to hold the heavy lottery.

Yuan Zhi didn't even move, watching her shake it hard.

It took a long time to finally shake one out.

"Grandpa bald, look! Is it good? Is it good? I shook it for Daddy!"

It was Yuan Zhi's job to unblock the pilgrims who had donated the sesame oil money.

He picked up the signature and looked at it, oh, it's still a signature.

"Your father is fine." Yuan Zhi said angrily.

He threw the signature back and fiddled with it.

"Great, great." Little Ayu patted her little chest.

Then he chose another copper plate and threw it into the merit box.

Go hold the fork.

Yuanzhi: ? ?

Shake out a sign.

"This is for Grandma!"

Yuanzhi: "..."

Whispering.

Pick it up and take a look, um, luck is good, it's still on the sign.

"Your grandma is fine."

"Thank you bald grandpa!"

Then, Xiao Ayu chose the copper plate again, and Yuanzhi suddenly sounded the alarm.

"You want to ask for your family?"

"Mmmm, there are also grandma, grandpa, uncle, uncle, second uncle, second aunt..."

Xiao Ayu counted all the people in Lao Wang's family in one breath, and fiddled with a copper plate once, and at the end there was just one piece left.

Yuanzhi thought it was for himself.

But I heard Xiao Ayu say, "This is for brother Ayou."

Yuan Zhi only felt the veins jumping on his forehead.

play him?

If he hadn't seen that the child was too young, he would have suspected that the child was here to play with him on purpose.

Yuanzhi tried his best to squeeze out a bodhisattva-like smile.

"Generally, we just ask for a signature for the whole family, and we don't need to shake it every time."

Xiao Ayu thought about it and pushed the copper plate in front of her forward.

"Then, I'll donate it all!" That tone was heroic.

As if she gave not a pile of copper, but a pile of gold.

Yuan Zhi put the fortune box forward.

Little Ayu struggled to shake and shake.

Accidentally, with a flick of his hand, he shook out more than a dozen sticks.

Yuanzhi: ! ! !

Xiao Ayu's face was full of fear: "...I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Yuan Zhi lowered his head to pick up the sign.

Then he found that one was on the sign, two were on the sign, and three were on the sign, and there were more than a dozen in a row, all of which were on the sign.

Although there are many sign-ups for donating sesame oil, but——

Did he put so much on the sign?

Yuan Zhi suddenly raised his head, accidentally bumped into the table, and the pain caused gold stars in his eyes.

He didn't bother to knead any more, but picked up the lottery and looked at the rest of the lottery.

For the rest, there are the top, the middle, the top, the middle, the bottom, and the bottom, but there is no one on the top.

Yuanzhi looked at Xiao Ayu with more piety than when he saw Bodhisattva.

"Little donor, I think you have a relationship with Buddhism, do you want to recognize me as a master?"