You don't know?
This answer was utterly unacceptable to the white-browed elder monk, and he could not tolerate it. Just what did he think the Scripture Library was? How could one not remember the days spent in such a sacred place? Did he stay there for several years and thus forget the time? How absurd.
"What do you mean by 'you don't know'?"
"I was immersed in the true meaning of the scriptures and neglected the passage of time, hence I do not remember."
With an honest and earnest tone, Feng Qing'an told the truth. However, on hearing his words, the old monk's snow-white eyebrows began to tremble with rage.
"Which scriptures did you read in the Scripture Library?"
"Well, that's hard to say!"
Feng Qing'an showed a troubled expression on his face.
"What's difficult about it?"
"Too many to tell all at once. It would probably take several days and nights."
"Several days and nights?"
