Chapter 961

She was afraid that her son was no longer in the lottery. She was afraid that the swaying sign was a sign. She was afraid to hear any bad news

"You are the ten thousand Buddha Temple on your knees. Maybe the Buddha will tell you where your son is, for the sake of your sincerity." Tang Ning said with a smile. Her beautiful eyes turned and a sly look crossed her. She said, "however, when you shake your signature, you must report your son's time."

The woman listened to this, and then looked at the young monk's smart appearance. Her heart moved and she nodded: "OK, I'll shake my hand. If the Buddha can really guide me and find my son, I'll kneel down and knock down on tens of thousands of Buddhists and donate half of my family property as sesame oil money!"

The abbot was stunned and could not help looking at the little monk on the other side. He saw a pair of beautiful eyes bent into crescent teeth on the small face carved with powder and jade. Seeing him, he also winked at him, which made him feel a little bit touched.

Among the Buddhists, there are few people with that ability. Even if he is the abbot in charge of the temple, he can only be regarded as a superficial understanding of the divination of Ziwei's faces and faces. Now

Tang Ning retreated to one side. In the hall, the woman whispered her request, just as she had asked. After saying the eight characters of her son's hour, the woman shook her hand.

When a bamboo stick was shaken down on the ground, the woman stopped shaking the bamboo stick and looked at the sign on the ground, but she didn't dare to pick it up.

When the woman shook the bamboo stick, Tang Ning's hand behind her had quietly pressed the time she said. At the moment when the bamboo stick fell to the ground, she frowned slightly, and then gently raised it.

She took a look at the bamboo stick on the ground, walked forward, stretched out her tender claws and picked up the one on the ground.

The abbot looked at this scene, his heart slightly raised and whispered: "Amitabha." Just as he was about to get up and untie the woman's signature, he heard the tender voice of Downing.

"Congratulations, ma'am. You signed one." Tang Ning said with a smile, holding the autograph in his small hand, and having a model, he said: "I read the signature carefully, let me untie the signature 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 boy. What sign did he understand?

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

"He was originally a noble son of the royal family. However, he was exiled in a foreign land. If you ask where to find the Pearl, you need to go to the southwest." Tang Ning said in a slow voice, looked at her and said with a smile: "madam, your son is still alive. Moreover, if you want to find him, the Buddha asks you to go to the low place in the southwest direction, and you can find it naturally."

Hearing this, the woman was excited, crying and laughing: "Little Master said my son is still alive? And if you just go south-west, you can find him? What is the solution to this low place? I haven't seen him for three years. Now he's five years old. I'm afraid I can't recognize him in the street, so I'll miss him... "

Over there, after hearing Tang Ning's words, the Abbot's eyelids jumped and murmured Amitabha. Then he closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

He has been in the temple for so many years. He never knew that there was such a signature Actually, it points to the southwest. If you can't find