"Nothing will work, nothing will work, I'm so anxious!"
Pigsy rubbed his belly in frustration, looked up at the Tripitaka Master sitting upright on the lotus platform, continuing to preach without looking to the side, and couldn't help but sigh heavily again.
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"Sister Yin wants me to make offerings on her behalf?"
Xu Milu was somewhat surprised.
Yin Wenjiao arrived early in the morning with a basket full of fruit. When Xu Milu opened it, she found that it wasn't fruit at all, but rather exquisitely made pastries, which were beautifully shaped and cute.
"Yes, I heard that my sister often makes offerings before the Buddha at Huasheng Temple. I made these fruits overnight and would like to ask my sister to deliver them to the Buddha for me."
Yin Wenjiao seemed afraid that Xu Milu would refuse, and said repeatedly, "Just put it up for worship, I won't trouble you at all, sister."
Xu Milu noticed her dark eyes, which clearly indicated she had worked through the night, and couldn't help but say:
"Did you stay up all night, Sister Yin? It's okay if the fruit comes a day later."
"Too late..."
Yin Wenjiao hesitated for a long time, her eyes flickering:
“This Water and Land Dharma Assembly is almost complete. I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough time, so I stayed up all night. It’s nothing serious. When you go to Huasheng Temple tonight, please put it in front of the Buddha for me.”
Xu Milu sensed something was amiss, but considerately refrained from pressing for details, simply smiling and saying:
"Alright, sister, which Bodhisattva are you offering this to? And what are you asking for?"
"I only pray that Buddha will bless the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, so that he may be safe and sound, have good fortune, be free from illness and disaster, be free from hardship and injury, and enjoy eternal peace."
Yin Wenjiao said earnestly, "People only know how to pray to gods and Buddhas, but if Buddha encounters difficulties, he can only rely on himself. Good sister, I hope you will remember this sentence and pray for me."
Xu Milu was somewhat moved by Yin Wenjiao's loving motherly heart.
Even though her son became a Buddha and attained enlightenment, Yin Wenjiao didn't think about herself, but rather about her son's safety and well-being.
When people look at the clay-sculpted golden Bodhisattva, they only see a statue. But Yin Wenjiao is looking at her son and praying for the Buddha's blessing on her son who has already become a Buddha.
"Okay, I'll definitely deliver the things for you."
Xu Milu let out a soft breath.
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