Chapter 961
She was afraid that the sign that came out would say that her son was no longer there, that she was afraid that the sign that was shaken would be the next sign, that she was afraid of hearing any bad news...
"You are the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas who knelt down three times and knelt down nine times. Maybe the Buddha, for the sake of your sincerity, will tell you where your son is," Tangning said with a smile, her beautiful eyes flashing. Turning around, with a sly look, he said, "However, when you draw the lottery, you must report your son's time of day."
The woman listened to this, and then looked at the young monk's agile appearance in front of her, her heart moved, and she nodded: "Okay, I will shake a sign, if the Buddha can really guide me and find my son, I am willing to kneel again and again. Knock on the door of Ten Thousand Buddhas and donate half of your property as sesame oil money!"
The abbot was slightly stunned when he heard it, and couldn't help but look at the little monk beside him. He saw Master Tang's small face carved with jade, and his beautiful eyes were curved into crescent moons. When he saw him, he even winked at him. It seemed that his heart was slightly raised.
Among Buddhism, there are very few people with that ability. Even if he is the presiding abbot in the temple, he can only be regarded as having a little understanding of Ziwei Xing's divination and divination, and now this is...
Tangning stepped aside. In the hall, the woman whispered what she asked for. Just as Tangning asked, she said the date of her son's time, and then the woman held the lottery and shook it.
The sound of bamboo sticks lightly hitting the bamboo tubes came out crisply. When a bamboo stick was shaken to the ground, the woman also stopped shaking the sign and looked at the sign on the ground. Don't dare to pick it up.
When the woman was shaking the lottery, Tangning's hand stretched out behind her, and she was quietly counting the time according to what the woman said. The moment the bamboo stick was shaken to the ground, she frowned slightly, then lightly Lift lightly.
She glanced at the bamboo stick on the ground, stepped forward, and stretched out her fat and tender paws, picking up the sign on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the abbot raised his heart and whispered softly, "Amitabha." Just as he was about to get up to release the sign for the woman, he heard Tangning's tender voice.
"This lady, congratulations, congratulations, you waved one of the signatures," Tangning said with a smile, holding the signature in her small hand, she said in a pretentious manner, "I am familiar with the signature, so let me do it for you. Unsign it!"
When the woman heard this, she stared at him in a daze. In her opinion, the little monk in front of her was just a five-year-old boy. What did he understand?
Just as he was thinking, he heard the voice of the little monk.
"This is the noble son of the prince's palace, but he is now living in a foreign country. If you ask where to find Mingzhu, you need to go to the lower part of the southwest." Tangning said slowly, glanced at her, and said with a smile, "Madam, your son is still alive. Moreover, if you want to find him, the Buddha asked you to look for him in the lower part of the southwest, and you will find it naturally."
Hearing this, the woman was excited, crying and laughing: "The little master said that my son is still alive? And as long as you go to the southwest, you can find him? What's the reason for this low place? I haven't seen him for three years, Now that he is five years old, I am afraid that I will not recognize him on the street and will miss him forever..."
Over there, when the abbot heard Tangning's words, his eyelids twitched, he whispered to Amitabha, then closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.
He has been in the temple for so many years, and he never knew that there was such a signature... It actually pointed to the southwest direction, if he couldn't find it...