The monks shook their heads: "I don't know, looking at the noodles are tight, I shouldn't have been here!" "After all, there have been fewer and fewer people in Buddhism over the years, and they can still recognize the occasional pilgrims.

"Are you a pilgrim who has never been here? Three kneeling and nine bowing came over with a big salute, what did you ask for? She said curiously, and she didn't know what she thought, her black eyes rolled, her eyebrows bent, and she said with a smile: "I'll take a look." ”

Seeing Tang Shi going to the front, the monks glanced at each other, but they didn't dare to go over to see the excitement, but dispersed separately.

The woman knelt three times and knelt all the way to the main hall, and when she entered the main hall, she knelt on the futon, knocked her head on the ground, and cried for a long time.

"Amitabha, female benefactor, why are you crying?" The abbot, who was chanting and meditating on the side, looked at the woman and asked in a soft voice.

The woman wept for a while, and then she raised her head. Her face was full of tears, with unsolvable sorrow and sorrow between her eyebrows, and she looked at the abbot silently with tears.

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

"Master, my child is gone, I can't find him......"

"I wonder if he's still alive?"

"I wonder where he is now?"

"I wonder if he's scared and helpless?"

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

"Is there anyone to protect you? Is it all safe ......?"

The abbot listened quietly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small figure sitting on the side and listening quietly.

The woman's choked voice was filled with endless sadness, and tears fell silently, as if she just wanted to pour out the sorrow in her heart, the thoughts and worries in her heart.

"He was only two years old when he was lost, he didn't understand anything, he didn't know anything, I looked for him for three years, he worshiped when he met the Buddha, he entered the temple when he met him, he was dedicated to goodness, he rescued others, he only wanted to accumulate more merits, my son could grow up safely, I only hope that there are kind-hearted people who can help him when he is in danger, and I only hope that in the future, one day I can be reunited with mother and child......"

"Amitabha."

The abbot sighed lightly, recited the Buddha's words slowly, looked at the woman who was crying silently, and said: "The female benefactor is destined to come to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, you might as well ask for a signature, perhaps, 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 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?"

The immature voice came out, and I saw that Tang Ning had already walked into the hall at some point, holding a stick holder in his hand and handing it to the woman, with seriousness on his delicate pink little face and a smart smile in his beautiful eyes.

The woman looked at the child in front of her and couldn't help but be stunned, if her son was in front of her, he should be as old as the little monk in front of her, right?

Three years have passed, and the two-year-old child has grown to five years old, and I don't know what has become of him? Now that she is in front of her, can she still recognize it?

"Here, here you go." Tang Ning handed the stick holder forward again and looked at her with a smile.

The woman involuntarily reached out to take it, and when she held the holder in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of tears dripped silently: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid of ......"