Medicinal Immortal

The monks shook their heads: "I don't know it, I don't know it, it seems that I have never been here!" After all, there are fewer Buddhists in these years, and they can still recognize the occasional pilgrims.

"Is it a pilgrim who has never been here? Three knees and nine bows and bows. What are you asking for?" She said curiously, but she didn't know what she thought of, her dark eyes rolled, her brows curled, and she smiled. Said: "I'll go and see."

Seeing Master Tang heading forward, the monks looked at each other, but didn't dare to go over and watch the excitement, but left each other.

The woman knelt and knelt all the way to the main hall. After entering the main hall, she knelt on the futon, knocked her head on the ground, weeping, not getting up for a long time.

"Amitabha Buddha, female benefactor, why are you crying?" The abbot who was chanting and meditating looked at the woman and asked slowly.

The woman cried for a while, then raised her head when she heard the sound. Her face was full of tears, her brows were filled with unresolvable sorrow and sorrow, and she silently looked at the abbot with tears.

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

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

"I don't know if he is still alive?"

"I don't know where he is now?"

"I wonder if he is afraid of helplessness?"

"Is there clothes to wear and food to eat?"

"Is anyone protecting? Is everything safe..."

The abbot listened quietly, and saw from the corner of his eyes, outside the hall, a small figure was sitting on the side and listening quietly.

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

"He was only two years old when he was lost. I didn't know anything, I didn't know anything. I searched for him for three years. I worshipped the Buddha and entered the temple. I am committed to being kind and saving others, just to accumulate more merit. My son can grow up safely. I only hope that someone with good intentions can help him when he is in danger. I only hope that in the future, one day I can reunite mother and child..."

"Amitabha."

The abbot sighed softly, chanted the Buddha's greeting slowly, looked at the woman who was crying silently, and said: "The female benefactor has come to Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple by fate, so you might as well ask for a lottery. Maybe the Buddha can guide you one or two."

Hearing this, the woman raised her head to look at the majestic golden Buddha statue directly in front, and asked in a daze: "Buddha, can you really tell me if my son is still alive? Where is my son today?"

"If you don't try, how can you know that the Buddha can't tell you?"

There was a tender voice, and Tangning had already walked into the hall for some unknown time. She held a lottery in her hand and handed it to the woman. Her delicate pink face was serious, and her beautiful eyes wore a smart smile. meaning.

The woman looked at the child in front of her and couldn't help being stunned. If her son was in front of her, there should be this little monk in front of her, right?

Three years later, when a two-year-old child grows up to five years old, I don’t know what it has become? Now in front of her, can she still recognize it?

"Come on, here you are." Tangning handed the lottery forward and looked at her with a smile.

The woman involuntarily stretched out her hand to pick it up. When the pick holder was held in her hand, her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes quivered slightly, and a trace of tears fell silently: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."