Chapter 241： sign on a pile

Chapter 241

Little 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.

does not matter how many.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

is 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 how to make money, no, he went to the back to find his master.

Mrs Liu 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 he didn't expect Xiao Ayu to go to the lottery.

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

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.

Yuanzhi didn't move, watching her shake it hard.

It took a long time to finally shake one.

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

Resolving the lottery for the pilgrims who donated the sesame oil money is a job that Yuanzhi cannot shirk.

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

"Your father is fine." Yuan Zhi said in an angry voice.

He threw the signature back and fiddled with it.

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

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

Go to hold the lottery.

Yuanzhi: ? ?

Shake out a sign.

"This is for Grandma!"

Yuanzhi: "…"

is like a mouth.

Picked it up and took a look, um, luck is good, let's sign up.

"Your grandma is fine too."

"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?"

"Mmmmmm, 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.

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

Yuanzhi only felt the veins jumping on his forehead.

What about playing with 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 kind smile like a bodhisattva.

"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 him forward.

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

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

Yuanzhi put the fortune box forward.

Little Ayu struggled to shake and shake.

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

Yuanzhi: ! !

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

"It's fine." Yuan Zhi lowered his head to pick up the lottery.

Then he found that one was on the top, two were on the top, and three were on the top. There were more than a dozen in a row, all of them were on the top.

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

Did he put so much on the sign?

Yuanzhi raised his head sharply and accidentally bumped into the table, causing his eyes to see gold stars in pain.

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

The rest, there are top lottery, middle top lottery, middle lottery, middle lottery lottery, bottom lottery lottery, but there is no top lottery.

Yuanzhi looked at Xiao Ayu, and he was more pious than the Bodhisattva.

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

(end of this chapter)