Throughout the year, the old butler was actually used to Chang Geng running over to Hu Guo Temple after a few days. He did not mind much at first.

Unexpectedly, His Highness took after bad traits instead of good. After arriving at Hu Guo Temple, he followed Gu Yun's example and disappeared without bidding farewell.

He first instructed the guards, explained that he and Master Liao Ran would close the door to meditate in peace for a while, unrelated people must not disturb them. The guards, of course, did not dare to disturb and only stayed outside the door.

On the evening of the same day, Chang Geng took with him the two traitors and followed Master Liao Ran to travel to Jiangnan.

After a few days, the guards recognized the abnormality and went to look for them, but only a single letter could be found in the Zen Room.

The old butler wanted to cry. On the one hand, he had sent someone to notify the Emperor while the other sent a letter to Gu Yun at the same time.

The Emperor was very generous upon hearing the news. First of all, he did not care much for this younger brother who fell out of nowhere. Secondly, as he believed in Buddhism, he also placed a blind trust in Master Liao Ran. As he heard that Chang Geng was following him to travel, he could not help but feel admiration, hated that he was tied down by his common life, and that could not follow the master to enjoy his knowledge.

Gu Yun was far beyond reach at the time and could not be counted on. There was news that the Western Region was infected with countless desert bandits; every day, Gu Yun chased after them to who knew where. Even when the messenger arrived at Xi Liang Gate, if they wanted to find Marshal Gu immediately, they could only rely on luck.

Although Liao Ran was a monk, he rarely discussed scriptures and never talked about Dharma or Buddhist poems that were difficult to understand. Most of the time, he would talk about common knowledge. As a monk, he didn't seem to practice his religion very well; he appeared to be too immersed in the mortal world. He would even go as far as making comments about the current politics, but would always burn all of his notes after they finished talking.

Half a month later, in a small tea shop in Jiangnan, three adolescents sat with a monk around a table.

Jiangnan's farming season had already begun, but upon closer inspection, the fields did not have many people working. There were three old farmers with sun hats on watching the iron puppets that were working hard.