龍舒增廣淨土文 8.37

8.37

In the villages of my hometown, there was an old man who, whenever anything occurred, would put his palms together to his forehead and recite Amitābha Buddha. His grandson was only two or three years old; following his mother to the open fields, he was suddenly lost, and the old man sought him everywhere without finding him. Several days later someone told him, saying: "He is on the other side of the creek." They indeed found him. They saw his footprints covering the riverbank; the creek was very deep, and they did not know by what means this child had crossed over to the other side, nor how he had remained unharmed for so long. People considered this to have been evoked by his grandfather's utmost sincerity toward Amitābha Buddha.