Chapter 961: I come to unsign

She was afraid that the sign that was rolled out said her son was gone, she was afraid that the sign that was rolled out was a sign, and she was afraid of hearing any bad news...
"You are the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas on three knees and nine knocks. Maybe the Buddha saw you so sincerely and would tell you where your son might be." Tangning said with a smile, with beautiful eyes. Turning, a touch of sly color was passed, and he said, "However, when you draw your lot, you must report your son's time."
The woman listened to this, and looked at the agile appearance of the little monk in front of her, her heart moved and nodded: "Okay, I will shook a lottery. If the Buddha can really guide me and find my son, I would kneel again and again. Knock on ten thousand Buddhist monks and donate half of your family property as sesame oil money!"
Hearing this, the abbot was slightly startled, and couldn't help looking at the little monk beside him. Seeing Master Tang's small jade face, a pair of beautiful eyes bent into crescents, he blinked at him when he saw him. Seeing that he slightly raised his mind.
Among Buddhism, there are not many people with that ability. Even if he is the presiding abbot of the temple, he can only know a little about Ziweixing's face and divination, and now he is like this...
Tangning stepped aside, and in the hall, the woman whispered what she asked for, just as Tangning asked. After she said her son's time, the woman shook the sign.
The sound of the bamboo sticks lightly hitting between the bamboo tubes came out clearly. When a bamboo stick was swayed to the ground, the woman also stopped the shaking motion and looked at the inscription on the ground. Dare to pick it up.
When the woman shook the lottery, Tangning's hand stretched out behind her was already quietly squeezing the eight-character time as the woman said. At the moment when the bamboo lottery shook to the ground, her brows wrinkled slightly and lightened again. Lightly provoke.
She glanced at the bamboo stick on the ground, stepped forward, and the tender little fleshy claws stretched forward and picked up the stick on the ground.
The abbot watched this scene, raised his heart slightly, and murmured, "Amitabha Buddha." Just as he was about to get up to resolve the visa for the woman, he heard Tangning's tender voice.
"Madam, congratulations, you shook one and signed it." Tangning said with a smile, holding the sign in her little hand, and said in a decent way: "I'm familiar with the signing, so let me do it. You unsigned!"
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. He knew what sign?
Just thinking about it, I heard the voice of the little monk.
"This is the noble son of the princely mansion, but he is living in a foreign country. If you ask where to find the pearl, you need to go to the lower southwest." Tangning said slowly, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Madam, your son is still alive. Moreover, if you want to find him, the Buddha tells you to go to the lower part of the southwest, and you will naturally find him.
Upon hearing this, the woman was excited, crying and laughing: "The little master said my son is still alive? And as long as you go to the southwest, you can find him? What's the answer to this low place? I haven't seen him in three years. Now that he is five years old, I'm afraid I won't recognize him on the street and will miss him for life..."
Over there, when the abbot heard Tang Ning's words, his eyelids twitched, he muttered Amitabha Buddha, and then closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.
He has been in the temple for so many years, and he never knew that such a signature was like this... actually pointed to the southwest, if you can't find...