The monks shook their heads: "I don't know it, but I've never been here before when I look tight!" After all, there have been fewer and fewer Buddhists in the past few years. Sometimes, they can still recognize them if pilgrims come.

"Is it a pilgrim who has never been here? He knelt three times and kowtowed and delivered a big gift. What's the matter?" She said curiously, and didn't know what she thought of. Her black eyes turned, her eyebrows curled, and she said with a smile: "I'll go and take a look."

Seeing Master Tang heading forward, the monks looked at each other, but they didn't dare to go over to watch the fun, but dispersed.

The woman knelt three times and nine times, and came to the hall. After entering the hall, she knelt on the cushion, knocked her head on the ground, and cried whimperingly, unable to get up for a long time.

"Amitabha, female donor, why are you crying?" The abbot who was chanting scriptures and meditating beside him looked at the woman and asked slowly.

The woman cried for a while, and then raised her head after hearing the sound. Her face was covered with tears, and her eyebrows were filled with unresolved sorrow and sadness, and she looked at the abbot silently and shed tears.

The abbot didn't say anything, but looked at her quietly until after a long time, he heard her slightly crying voice coming out.

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

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

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

"I don't know if he is afraid of helplessness?"

"Are there any clothes to wear and food to eat?"

"Is there anyone to protect me? Is everything safe..."

The abbot listened quietly, and saw a glimpse of the corner of his eyes. Outside the hall, a small figure sat aside and listened quietly.

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

"He was only two years old when he was lost. He knew nothing and knew nothing. I have been looking for him for three years. He worshiped him when he met Buddha and went to the temple. He was dedicated to goodness and saved others. He only wanted to accumulate more blessings. My son could grow up safely. He only hoped that a kind-hearted person could save him when he was in danger. He only hoped that in the future, he would be able to reunite his mother and son one day..."

"Amitabha."

The abbot sighed lightly, recited the Buddha's greeting slowly, looked at the silent tears of the woman, and said, "The female donor is destined to come to Wanfo Temple, so you might as well ask for a previous sign. Maybe, the Buddha can guide you one or two."

Hearing this, the woman looked up at the solemn golden statue of Buddha directly 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 Buddha can't tell you?"

A tender voice came out, and Tang Ning had walked into the hall at some point, handing it to the woman with a sign in his hand. His delicate and pink face was serious and a lively smile in his beautiful eyes.

The woman looked at the child in front of her and couldn't help but feel dazed. If her son was in front of her, she would probably be as big 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. I don’t know what he has become? Now that she appears in front of her, can she still recognize her?

"Come on, I'll give it to you." Tang Ning handed the sign forward again and looked at her with a smile.
Chapter completed!