Yan Qingrui answered Master Jingchen’s questions, but it can be said that they didn’t answer them. They were too ambiguous and too unrecognizable.

Yan Qingrui smiled and faced Master Jingchen's gaze, with a free expression and was not affected at all.

After looking at each other for five seconds, Master Jingchen slowly said: "Mountains, mountains, rivers and waters are the hometown!"

Yan Qingrui was really laughing this time. Master Jingchen could say the next sentence, she was indeed an insider.

Yan Qingrui no longer kept her in a silence and chanted the next two sentences:

Don't know how soft red is ten feet long,

There is a fragrance in the temple with scriptures!

Then, she said to Master Jingchen: "My wife, my mother copied so many scriptures back then. Today I will come. Can you recite them one by one?"

Master Jingchen's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he looked at Yan Qingrui in a flash. After a long time, he slowly shook his head.

Yan Qingrui was surprised. She was sure that what her mother left must be among those scriptures. Although it was difficult to find some clues from hundreds of scriptures, it was the direction after all.

But it seems that Master Jingchen actually disagrees?

Master Jingchen still looked at Yan Qingrui for a moment, and then looked at him again and again, but sighed: "Although he looks like alike, he doesn't look like him. Are you following your father?"

Yan Qingrui's heart was moved again.

She didn't look like Yan Hongyang at all, but Yan Wanshu's eyes and nose looked like Yan Hongyang.

Tears actually appeared in Master Jingchen's eyes. She stepped forward, looked at Yan Qingrui, and said sadly: "Child..."

Yan Qingrui was shocked and blurted out: "Master, did you give birth to me?"

Master Jingchen: “…”

Then, she, who was originally out of the world, rolled her eyes very much.

Yan Qingrui blurted out and felt a little embarrassed, knowing that she was making a big joke.

Master Jingchen is only twenty-seven or eight years old now. How can a woman of twenty-seven or eight years old give birth to a seventeen-year-old daughter?

Because she didn't look like Yan Hongyang or Su Ruolan, after she saw the letters left by Su Ruolan, this thought flashed in her heart. At this moment, Jingchen's questioning increased her previous suspicion. When Master Jingchen saw her crying when she saw her, she made a monk so lose his composure. That was definitely a true love that she suddenly had a sudden idea.

At this moment, she shook her head and said, "I'm joking. My mother is very nice to me, and she is definitely her own mother!"

Master Jingchen: “…”

Is it appropriate to joke with a monk at such a large scale?

However, at this moment, Master Jingchen obviously didn't care too much about these small details. She said, "Your mother copied 1,020 scriptures for Nanyin Temple back then. Do you want to read it?"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

A book copying maniac?

Even if the printing industry is not yet achieved at this time, you have to rely on hand-copying scriptures. But are you a little too fierce? One thousand and twenty books, you have to search for the clues you left behind in so many books that can bury people. You are just cheating on your daughter!

However, Yan Qingrui still said firmly: "I want to see!"

She came to find an answer, and wanted to know what Su Ruolan left for her. Maybe it was a shocking secret, maybe it was the cause of her death, maybe it was a very important thing. Since she became Yan Qingrui in this world, she could not give up in terms of family affection or morality.
Chapter completed!