Chapter 960 I Can't Find It
The monks shook their heads: "I don't know, I look so nervous, I think I've never been here before!" After all, the number of people in the Buddhist sect has gradually decreased over the years, and they can still recognize the occasional pilgrims.
"Are you a pilgrim who has never been here before? Kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times to come here, what are you asking for?" She said curiously, but she didn't know what she thought of. She rolled her dark eyes, curved her eyebrows, and smiled. Said: "I'll go and see."
Seeing Master Tang going to the front, the monks looked at each other, but they didn't dare to go to watch the excitement, but dispersed separately.
The woman knelt three times and nine times all the way to the main hall. After entering the main hall, she knelt on the futon, knocked her head on the ground, and cried for a long time without getting up.
"Amitabha, benefactor, why are you crying?" the abbot, who was chanting and meditating, looked at the woman and asked slowly.
The woman cried for a while, and then raised her head when she heard the sound. Her face was full of tears, with unresolved sorrow and sadness between her brows, she silently looked at the abbot and shed tears.
The abbot didn't speak, just watched her quietly, until, after a long time, he heard her crying voice.
"Master, my child is missing, I can't find him no matter what..."
"I wonder if he's still alive?"
"I don't know where he is now?"
"I wonder if he is afraid of being helpless?"
"Do you have clothes to wear and food to eat?"
"Is there someone protecting you? Is everything safe..."
The abbot listened quietly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small figure sitting beside the hall and listening quietly.
The woman's choked voice was full of endless sadness, and her tears fell silently, as if she just wanted to express the sadness, thoughts and worries in her heart.
"He was only two years old when he was lost. He didn't understand anything. I searched for him for three years. I worshiped Buddha and entered temples when I met him. I was dedicated to doing good and helping others. I only wanted to accumulate merit. My son can grow up safely, I only hope that kind-hearted people can rescue him when he is in danger, I only hope that in the future, mother and child will be reunited one day..."
"Amitabha."
The abbot sighed softly, read a prayer to the Buddha slowly, looked at the woman who was weeping silently, and said: "The benefactor is destined to come to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, so you might as well ask for a lottery. Maybe the Buddha can guide you a little bit."
Hearing this, the woman looked up at the majestic golden Buddha statue in front of her, and asked in a daze: "Buddha, can you really tell me if my son is still alive? Where is my son now?"
"If you don't try, how do you know that the Buddha can't tell you?"
A childish voice came out, and I saw that Tang Ning had entered the hall at some point, holding a stick in his hand and handing it to the woman. There was seriousness on her delicate pink face, and a lively smile in her beautiful eyes. meaning.
The woman looked at the child in front of her, and couldn't help being dazed. If her son was in front of her, he should be as big as the little monk in front of her, right?
Three years have passed, and the two-year-old child has grown to be five years old. I don't know what it has become? Now that it appeared in front of her, would she still recognize it?
"Here, here you are." Tangning handed the lottery to her and looked at her with a smile.
The woman involuntarily reached out to pick it up. When she held the stick in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a teardrop fell silently: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."