Jiang Nanshu had settled down in Yulin Temple.
She started to ingratiate herself with Zhou Yanxu, asking him many strange questions.
For example,
"Master Guiyuan, why did you abandon your family's wealth of hundreds of billions and run off to this impoverished place to become a monk? Did you have too much fine food and became idle?"
The two were sitting on wooden chairs, separated by a table with a set of tea apparatus on it.
Zhou Yanxu liked to drink tea during his free time.
Hearing Jiang Nanshu's question, he looked up and met her sincere eyes, expecting his answer.
There was not a hint of impatience or offense in Zhou Yanxu's voice, his face even smiling, "A fortune can't buy freedom; my happiness is more important than a vast family asset. As for wealth, it seems my body cannot enjoy much anyway, so I might as well come out and see the world while I can."
