Chapter 950

"Thank you, master!"

Thousands of words in the heart, a cavity of gratitude to the end of only a sentence. He never thought that he would be so lucky. If he had not been helped by the master, he would have been building the foundation for many years. This kindness is as important to him as Mount Tai.

Clearly, he followed the master's side, nothing can help, but the master treat him so, how not to let him moved?

"Get up!"

Tang Ning motioned, looked at the mountain ladder, and said with a smile, "go faster, and you may be able to catch the dinner in the temple." As soon as the voice fell, he stepped up.

Qimufeng listened for a moment. When he came back to God, he saw that he had gone up the mountain ladder. He couldn't help smiling, so he quickly followed up.

When they came to the end of the mountain ladder, they were not surprised. They saw that the gate of Buddhism was wide open, and two rows of disciples stood inside from the gate to meet them.

"Amitabha, please come in."

The neat voice came from the disciples' mouths, and their eyes fell on them one by one. After they had looked at qimufeng, their eyes fell on the little child with a bald head just like them.

It is said that this one is benefactor Tang.

When Tang Ning saw the situation, he put his hands together and returned a Buddhist ceremony: "Amitabha."

Seeing this, the monks' brows and eyes were softened a little, and they liked him more. Such a small monk, not to mention, but also so clever, sensible and polite, anyone will like to see.

Tang Ning was welcomed in by them and went all the way to the hall. The praying wind behind him followed him quietly. He looked at the ten thousand Buddhists until he came to the hall in front of him. He saw the huge golden Buddha in the hall, which gave people a solemn and sacred feeling, which made people involuntarily close their hearts and eyebrows, and did not dare to lower their eyes wantonly.

Inside the hall, the host sitting on the futon and several old monks clasped hands, chanting scriptures in their mouths, and faintly, the sound of beating wooden fish came.

Tang Ning took a look and saw that among these monks, there was no old monk she was looking for, but the monk who called Kong was also among them.

She stepped forward, clasped her hands and saluted them: "Downing has seen the host, masters."

"Amitabha, benefactor Tang, you are here at last." When the host came in from Downing, he was looking at him. When he saw the purple ear nail between his ears, he showed a smile of relief.

Although I don't know why this benefactor Tang became a five-year-old child, he knows that the person in front of him is the one his uncle asked him to wait for. Although he had guessed for a long time, seeing him at this moment is like removing a big stone in his heart.

Others don't know, but he knows that the master uncle once said that there is a great calamity in the Ten Thousand Buddhas, and the one who can bring vitality and hope to their Buddhist disciples is a person who is predestined with Buddha and carries the light and holy power of Buddhism.

When benefactor Tang came in, he saw that the holy power of Buddha light permeated his body. It was not a light layer of Buddha light and holy power, but a dazzling light that seemed to bathe in the light of Buddha. When he looked at him, he was afraid to look directly at him, and even lowered his eyebrows with respect.

Wait for so long person, finally came, just, heart a little loose at the same time, but also slightly sigh.