Big leaves did sound somewhat amazing; Chang Geng was about to give a few words of praise when the monk wrote with sincerity: "Big leaves are cheaper."

Chang Geng: "..."

He carefully looked at the monk's teacup. It was a high-quality cup and was very thoroughly cleaned. Unfortunately, as it had been used for too long, a few bumps were hard to avoid; the edge was chipped slightly.

Liao Ran: "Your Highness, please forgive the rundown condition of our temple."

The entire capital had left him with the impression of lavishness and grandiosity, as if everyone was wealthy. The city was packed with luxurious pastime activities; Westerners saying that the tiles on the street of Great Liang's capital were covered in gold was, in fact, not quite an exaggeration.

No one knew why, but all the people that Chang Geng knew were poor.

No need to mention Shen Yi, he was naturally born with a poor farmer's bitter melon face from generation to generation. Marshal Gu as well, although he possessed a massive manor, it was only an empty shell. In the early morning of the first day of the new year, he could not wait to take Chang Geng to the palace to find the Emperor and collect the ransom. Now there was also Liao Ran who used a damaged teacup.

Chang Geng said: "The Hu Guo Temple has many incenses and offerings, engulfed in smoke, but Master here is at peace with a humble way of living. A true dedication to Buddha's practice."

Liao Ran smiled and wrote: "This monk has traveled through the north and south, I have quickly gotten used to it, my deepest apology for I have disrespected nobility."

Chang Geng asked: "I heard people say that Master has also been to the Western countries by the Iron Dragon, was it to promote Buddha's teachings?"

Liao Ran: "I am inexperienced and still have much to learn. I don't dare to follow the footsteps of other highly educated masters from ancient times. I only traveled to see the world, to see the people."

Chang Geng took another sip of Ku Ding, but the more he took in, the more bitter it became; not a hint of sweetness could be found. He swallowed it down in disappointment:

"I grew up in a small town far out in the border; I have never set foot outside of that small piece of land before. Even after arriving at the capital, I do not leave the manor either. Could it be that I am too content with what I have and lack the will to strive forward?"

"But I feel that all joys or sorrows, anger or misery in this world are all the same in the end, even after watching other people, one still could not find their own destination."