She was afraid that the lottery that was drawn out would say that her son was no longer there, she was afraid that the lottery that was drawn was signed, and she was afraid of hearing any bad news......

"You are the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas on three knees and nine knocks, maybe the Buddha will tell you for the sake of your sincerity, and you may not know where your son is." Tang Ning said with a smile, his beautiful eyes turned, and he crossed a sly color, and said, "However, when you shake the lot, you must report your son's time." ”

Hearing this, the woman looked at the smart appearance of the little monk in front of her, her heart moved, and she nodded: "Okay, I'll shake a lot, if the Buddha can really guide me and find my son, I am willing to kneel and knock on the door of ten thousand Buddhas again and again, and donate half of the family property as sesame oil money!" ”

The abbot was slightly stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at the little monk on the side, and saw that on Tang Shi's small face, a pair of beautiful eyes were bent into a crescent moon.

Among the Buddhists, there are very few people who have that ability. Even if he is the presiding abbot of the temple, he can only be regarded as knowing a little bit about Ziwei Xingshu's face divination, and now he is like this......

Tang Ning stepped aside, and in the main hall, the woman whispered what she wanted, and as Tang Ning requested, after saying the time of her son, the woman held the stick holder and shook it.

When a bamboo stick was shaken to the ground, the woman also stopped shaking the stick, looking at the signature on the ground, and did not dare to pick it up.

When the woman shook the lot, Tang Ning's hand behind her had quietly pinched and calculated according to the time and hour that the woman said, and at the moment when the bamboo stick shook the ground, her brows furrowed slightly, and then gently provoked.

She glanced at the bamboo sticks on the ground, stepped forward, and the fat little fleshy paws reached forward and picked up the one on the ground.

The abbot looked at this scene, his heart was slightly raised, and he whispered: "Amitabha." Just as he was about to get up and go to unsign the woman, he heard Tang Ning's immature voice coming.

"This lady, congratulations, you shook a stick." Tang Ning said with a smile, holding the signature in his little hand, and said in a decent manner: "I am familiar with the signature, let me unsign it for you!" ”

When the woman heard this, she looked at him in a daze, in her opinion, the little monk in front of her was just a five-year-old child, what did he know how to sign?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the voice of the little monk.

"I am a noble son of the palace, how can I live in another country, if you ask where to find the pearl, you need to go to the southwest low." Tang Ning said slowly, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Madam, your son is still alive, and if you want to find him, the Buddha asked you to look for it in the low place in the southwest direction, and you will naturally be able to find it." ”

Hearing this, the woman's heart was excited, crying and laughing: "The little master said that my son is still alive? And as long as you look in the southwest direction, you can find him? What is the explanation of this low place? I hadn't seen him for three years, and now he's five years old, and I'm afraid I won't recognize him on the street, and I'll miss him all my life......"

Over there, after the abbot heard Tang Ning's words, his eyelids jumped, and after muttering Amitabha, he lowered 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's still pointing to the southwest, if you can't find it......