Chapter 960

The monks shook their heads and said, "I don't know it. I look at my face. I've never been here before." After all, the number of Buddhists has gradually decreased over the years, and they can still recognize the Pilgrims who come here occasionally.

"Have you ever been a pilgrim? What do you ask for when you kneel and kowtow She said curiously, also do not know what thought of, black eyes a turn, eyebrow a bend, smile of the way: "I go to see."

Seeing Tang Shi go to the front, the monks looked at each other, but they did not dare to go to see the excitement. Instead, they scattered.

After entering the hall, she knelt down on the futon and knocked her head on the ground, sobbing for a long time.

"Amitabha, benefactor, why do you cry?" The abbot, who was chanting sutras and meditating, asked the woman in a slow voice.

The woman cried for a while, then raised her head when she heard the sound. Her face was covered with tears, and her eyebrows were filled with sorrow and sadness. She looked at the abbot silently and wept.

The abbot did not speak, he looked at her quietly, until, after a long time, he heard her voice with weeping.

"Master, my child is missing. How can I find him..."

"I don't know if he's still alive?"

"I don't know where he is now?"

"I don't know if he's afraid and helpless?"

"Do you have clothes to wear and food to eat?"

"Is there anyone to protect you? Is everything safe... "

The abbot listened quietly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a small figure sitting on the side of the hall.

The woman's voice choked with endless sadness, tears fell silent, as if just want to pour out the heart of sadness, heart missing and worry.

"He was only two years old when he was lost. He didn't know anything. I searched for him for three years. When I met the Buddha, I went into the temple. I wanted to be good and help people. I only wanted to accumulate more fortune. My son could grow up safely. I only hope that a kind-hearted person can help him in his time of crisis. I only hope that in the future, mother and son can be reunited one day."

"Amitabha."

The abbot sighed a little and read a Buddha's salute in a slow voice. He looked at the woman who was in tears and said, "benefactor, you are destined to come to Wanfo temple. You may as well ask for a sign. Maybe the Buddha can guide you one or two."

Hearing this, the woman looked up at the solemn Golden Buddha statue in front of her and asked, "Buddha, can you tell me if my son is still alive? Where is my son now? "

"If you don't try, how can you know that Buddha can't tell you?"

The tender voice spread out, only to see that Tang Ning did not know when he had entered the hall, handed the signer to the woman, delicate pink face with serious, beautiful eyes with a touch of smart smile.

The woman looked at the child in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help being dazed. If her son was in front of her, she should be as big as the little monk in front of her?

Three years later, two-year-old children grow to five years old, do not know what kind of change? Now in front of her, can she recognize it?

"Here, here you are." Downing handed the sign again and looked at her with a smile.

The woman reached for it involuntarily. When the signer was in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes trembled gently, and a trace of tears dripped silently: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."