She was afraid that the sign she had shaken out said that her son was gone, she was afraid that the sign she had shaken out was to give a sign, she was afraid that she would hear any bad news...

"You are the Wanfo Temple that kneels three times and kowtows nine times. Maybe the Buddha will tell you because of your sincerity, and you may be able to tell you where your son is." Tang Ning said with a smile, his beautiful eyes turned, and a cunning look flashed, and said, "But, when you shake the sign, you must report your son's horoscope."

When the woman heard this, she looked at the agile appearance of the little monk in front of her, and her heart moved and nodded: "Okay, I will shake a sign. If the Buddha can really guide me and find my son, I would like to kneel down and knock on the tens of thousands of Buddhists again and donate half of the property as money for indulgence and oil!"

The abbot was slightly stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at the little monk beside him. Seeing Mr. Tang's small face, his beautiful eyes were bent into crescent moons. When he saw him looking, he blinked at him, which made him feel a little raised.

There are not many people in Buddhism who have that ability. Even if he is the abbot of the temple, he can only understand the basics of the matter when it comes to the numbers of Ziweixing. Now this is the case...

Tang Ning retreated to the side, and in the hall, the woman whispered what she wanted. As Tang Ning asked, she said her son's horoscope, and the woman held the sign and shook it.

The sound of bamboo sticks gently hitting the bamboo tubes was heard clearly. When a bamboo stick was shaken to the ground, the woman stopped shook the sign and looked at the signature on the ground, but she didn't dare to pick it up.

When the woman was shook the sign, Tang Ning's hand stretched behind her was already quietly calculating the time characters that the woman said. At the moment when the bamboo stick fell to the ground, she frowned slightly and then gently raised it.

She glanced at the bamboo stick on the ground, walked forward, stretched her fat and tender claws forward, and picked up the signature on the ground.

The abbot looked at this scene and raised his heart slightly, muttering softly: "Amitabha." Just as he was about to get up to explain the woman, he heard Tang Ning's tender voice coming.

"Mrs. Congratulations. You shook one of them." Tang Ning said with a smile, holding the signature in his little hand and said in a pretty good manner: "I am familiar with the signature, so let me explain it for you!"

When the woman heard this, she stared at him in a daze. In her opinion, the little monk in front of her was just a five-year-old boy. What did he know how to solve the problem?

Just as I was thinking, I heard the voice of the little monk coming.

"I was originally a noble young man from the royal family, but I was wandering in a foreign land. If you ask Mingzhu where to look, you need to go to the lower southwest." Tang Ning said slowly, looked at her and said with a smile: "Madam, your son is still alive, and if you want to find him, the Buddha asked you to look for the lower southwest direction, and you will naturally find it."

Hearing this, the woman was excited, cried and laughed: "The little master said that my son is still alive? And as long as I look southwest, I can find him? What is the solution to this low point? I haven't seen him for three years, and now he is five years old. I'm afraid that I can't recognize him on the street, so I miss him..."

On the other side, after hearing Tang Ning's words, the abbot's eyelids twitched, and then murmured Amitabha Buddha, then lowered his eyes and lowered his head slightly.
Chapter completed!