Little Ah Yu had a monthly allowance. When she heard the little novice monk introduce it to her in detail, she knew that as long as she paid the money for the incense oil, she could shake the container.
It didn't cost much.
Little Ah Yu took out a large handful of copper coins from her bag.
Shn then placed them on the table.
The old monk, who was originally sitting on a rocking chair at the side, heard the sound of the copper coins and came over with a smile.
"This young benefactor's heart is sincere!" The old monk smiled very kindly. "The more money you pay for this incense oil, the more sincere your heart. Buddha will receive your sincerity and good things will come."
"Bald Grandpa, but I don't have much money." Little Ah Yu was a little embarrassed.
Hearing the title of Bald Grandpa, Yuan Zhi almost could not maintain the expression on his face.
Alright, on the account that you're a little child, I won't argue with you.
