The child obviously didn't expect that Yin Shuyi would say such a thing. He was stunned and didn't know how to respond. He looked at Yin Shuyi covering her mouth and laughing. She reached out and pinched his face and said with a smile: "What? Xiao Xiao?" Lord Buddha, is he in trouble?"
The child's face suddenly turned red, and the piece of flesh pinched by Yin Shuyi seemed to be on fire, causing his whole body to tremble slightly. He suddenly straightened his body and stared at it without blinking. Yin Shuyi, then he said slowly: "Just tell me, no matter what kind of wish you make, I will make it come true."
Yin Shuyi was amused by the presence of this old god: "Are you serious? If I ask you for gold and silver, will you also move it for me?"
The child lowered his head and clenched his fists, as if he was a little embarrassed, but also seemed to be thinking in his heart. After a while, he raised his head and said to Yin Shuyi in a somewhat discouraged voice: "I don't have the gold and silver mountains yet, how long can you wait?" Okay? I'll be able to have it when I'm an adult..."
"Hahaha!"
How could there be such a cute little guy
Yin Shuyi laughed so hard that tears came out. In her laughter, the child's head lowered, as if he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. After laughing enough, Yin Shuyi took the child's hand and said, "I want to What are you doing with gold and silver? I don’t want it, so don’t be embarrassed.”
"Then what do you want?" the child asked Yin Shuyi in a hurry, with a nervous look on her face, "I'm serious, I can give you whatever you want."
"You really can't give me what I want." Yin Shuyi shook her head with a smile, sighed softly, took the dumpling wrappers, lowered her head and continued to make dumplings.
The child stared at those white and slender hands and pinched them flexibly, and then pinched out a four-color flower dumpling. He had never seen such exquisite food, let alone such beautiful hands. He just stared blankly until the hands holding the four-color flower dumpling came to him.
"Little Buddha, this is my tribute to you," Yin Shuyi said with a smile, looking into the child's eyes like glass beads, and said, "Do you like it?"
"I like it," the child nodded hurriedly, but shook his head hurriedly, and said to Yin Shuyi firmly, "No reward for no merit, and you ask for nothing, then I can't accept your tribute."
"You are really..." Yin Shuyi shook her head with a smile, paused, and sighed softly, "Then I wish you a safe and smooth life."
The child raised his head and met Yin Shuyi's eyes. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I promise you."
…
"You little Buddha are really spiritual," Yin Shuyi looked at the white horse Khenpo and said softly, "If I had known that you were so spiritual, I would have made more wishes."
Khenpo Pema held Yin Shuyi's hand, met her eyes, and said softly: "Sister Yin can make wishes anytime, anywhere to me."
"Really?" Yin Shuyi curled her lips and gave a big smile. She leaned close to the ear of the white horse Khenpo and said softly, "Please, Buddha, give me a son."
Khenpo Pema's ears suddenly changed color, and his whole face turned red to the root of his neck.
"What? Buddha can't control this matter?" Yin Shuyi's fingertips gently caressed the red face close at hand, her eyes full of teasing, "It seems that I worshiped the wrong temple..."
"Sister Yin!" Khenpo Pema was ashamed and embarrassed, but he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart. Before Yin Shuyi could finish speaking, he had already pressed forward and leaned closer to the face beneath him, "This For the rest of your life, you can only enter my temple and worship my Buddha..."