My grandmother began to read Buddha more than fifty years ago. That year, my uncle suffered from serious eye disease. He saw things very vaguely and lived every day as if he were in the dark. Grandma is sad and sad, and she takes her uncle around to seek medical treatment. Uncle takes medicine every day, but the effect is not satisfactory. A relative said that a temple thousands of miles away was very effective. He also said that many people who sought children, wealth and marriage in that temple burned incense and worshiped Buddha fulfilled their wishes.
Grandma was suspicious. That winter, she braved the bitter wind and snow to pray for Buddha, praying for Buddha to bless uncle's eyes to recover as soon as possible. After the beginning of spring, uncle's vision gradually improved. By late autumn, he was able to read on his desk. My uncle said that he ate the medicine every day and became a medicine jar. It's strange that his eyes are not good. Grandma said not only to thank the doctor, but also to thank Buddha for his blessin