The nun in his forties called the nun in his twenty-something to be his master's uncle. This generation is indeed a magical thing.

Although in Bodhi Temple, the monk Mingxin Mingkong called Xuyun, who also called Xuyun, was different. He was an old charlatan and definitely didn't look as young as him.

Yan Qingrui was a little surprised that she actually remembered that Xu Yun's talisman came. Next time she met him, she had to ask him carefully about the two-life combination of two souls. Which soul is the master and which soul is the auxiliary?

If Xuyun dares to say that her soul is now a supporter, she will immediately give up and go back to the 21st century.

As for whether you can go back or if you beat the charlatan into a pig's head, there will be a way.

Huixin asked the three of them to enter the courtyard gate. After closing the door, she said, "Please ask the two donors to go to the guest meditation temple to rest. Can this male donor rest in the empty room of the outer courtyard?"

Ming Shijiu had no objection. In fact, he didn't want to rest, and he had to protect Miss Yan.

Yan Qingrui had no objection either.

The abbot spoke, and his wisdom and attitude became much more kind. The Zen room was very simple. Fortunately, it was summer now, so it was much simpler.

Yan Qingrui saw paper and pen on the table. She immediately picked up the pen and wrote a few words, handed them to Huixin, and said, "Master Huixin, please hand over this word to the abbot!"

Huixin took it and saw only seven words on it: "Everywhere, there is a way back."

She said, "Uncle the abbot will have evening classes in a while. You can't disturb the evening classes. Pomni will take it to her first."

Yan Qingrui said: "I'm working hard!"

Xingyun covered the bed and said, "Miss, this place is too simple, I'm afraid it will be so uncomfortable!"

The old god Yan Qingrui smiled and said, "It's actually very good to sleep on a hard bed occasionally."

Just as the master and servant were about to rest, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Then, a person came in from the door, and it was the abbot, Master Jingchen.

Yan Qingrui saw her rushing steps and couldn't help but smile: "Why does Master Jingchen, who is quiet and uncensored, walk with wind and dust? Moreover, do you no longer care about evening classes?"

Master Jingchen came alone at this moment, with Jingqiu and Jing'an around her, and she was holding the note in her hand. Her originally quiet and peaceful eyes were very sharp at this moment. She glanced at Xingyun and said, "Can this female donor be convenient for me to let Pomni say a few words to your lady?"

Xingyun looked at Yan Qingrui, saw her nodding, and immediately left the door and closed the door from outside.

Master Jingchen did not speak, but looked at Yan Qingrui steadily.

Yan Qingrui felt relieved when she saw her expression, and she felt happy and relieved.

Her unreliable mother left a few clues to ask her to guess and look for them, but fortunately she was in the wrong direction.

If Master Jingchen did not understand what this sentence meant, he would not have come in such a hurry. Since she arrived, it means that she at least knew the clues.

At this moment, Master Jingchen didn't seem to hear Yan Qingrui's teasing. He stared at Yan Qingrui tightly. There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Donor Yan, what does this mean?"

Yan Qingrui said: "It's what the master thinks!"

Master Jingchen said: "Where did you get these seven words?"

Yan Qingrui said lightly: "Of course, I got it from where I should get it."
Chapter completed!