Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

At this time, it was the Tibetan monk Kumārajīva who, having kidnapped Duan Yu of Dali, arrived in Suzhou.

It was March, with apricot blossoms lining the path and green willows drooping over the lake. The warm spring breeze caressed Duan Yu, making him feel truly intoxicated.

Duan Yu was overjoyed and spontaneously recited: "Waves ripple, willows sway, a lonely village amidst fragrant grasses, apricot blossoms fluttering in the setting sun."

Duan Yu was a handsome young man, dressed in a blue robe and wearing a hair crown. His face was still showing signs of childishness, and his eyes were very bright and lively.

Behind him stood the Tibetan National Preceptor Kumārajīva, who was about fifty years old, wearing a vermilion robe embroidered with gold lotus patterns, and holding a rosary of 108 beads made of ebony.

With a square head and large ears, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge, he exudes an air of authority without anger. His expression is radiant and spirited, with a subtle glint of light flowing within, and his eyes shine like bright jewels.

Seeing that he was still trying to appear cultured even when he was in dire straits, Kumārajīva couldn't help but sneer and mock him.

After exchanging a few words, Kumārajīva began asking the people of Suzhou for directions.

In his early years, he met Murong Bo in the Western Region. He only heard the other party say that his home was in Canhe Village in Yanziwu, Gusu, but he did not mention the exact location of Canhe Village.

Kumārajīva had assumed that Murong Bo, with his high martial arts skills and reputation, would be easy to find, but to his surprise, he had asked several people in Suzhou without any leads...

"Old man, do you know of the Canhe Manor in Gusu City? The manor owner is from the Murong clan. I have come here to find a friend."

"What village?"

"Canhe Village".

"What are you referring to?"

"Sanhe Village!!"

"What are you getting involved in?"

"Never mind, old man, I've disturbed you."

Just as Duan Yu was secretly laughing and Kumārajīva was having a headache, they suddenly heard someone mention Canhe Village in the distance.

"I heard that Murong Fu lives in Yanziwu, thirty miles west of the city. Let's go take a look!"

"Yes, we need to be careful in unfamiliar territory."

Kumārajīva possessed profound inner strength; though the two were not speaking loudly, he could hear them clearly.

Looking sideways, one could see a man with a dignified bearing, dressed in mourning clothes, while the other was short and thin, like a weasel that had been granted a title.

Duan Yu also heard it clearly. His Beiming Divine Skill absorbed the internal energy of many masters. Although he was not as good as Kumārajīva, he was still comparable to a first-rate martial arts master. It was just a pity that he did not know how to use it, otherwise he would not have been so easily captured by Kumārajīva.

"Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo, you're here too?!"

It turns out that this weasel was none other than Cui Baiquan, the Golden Abacus, who had been living incognito in the Zhennan Prince's Mansion for over a decade and had been acquainted with Duan Yu for many years.

He was also the person Murong Fu had mentioned before at the gate of the Prince's Mansion, someone with whom he had an old grudge against the Murong family.

The other one was his nephew, the Soul Chaser Guo Yanzhi.

The two wanted to avenge Ke Baisui's death. Although they were afraid of Murong Fu's reputation, they were still men of the martial world who valued loyalty over life and death, so they came anyway. Unexpectedly, they encountered Duan Yu and Kumārajīva here.

When Cui Baiquan saw that Duan Yu was being held hostage, he naturally wanted to help him, but he did not expect that Kumārajīva's martial arts skills were extremely high and that the two of them were not a match for each other.

Just then, a light boat glided across the green lake, and a girl in a green dress rowed and sang:

"Swallowing the wind and kissing the rain, burying the setting sun, I never wavered;

Despite braving mountains and seas and traversing snow-covered paths, despair never waned.

Plucking flowers and drinking wine, yet they only thwart the passionate madness of the world;

Even with these two eyes and a hundred or a thousand arms, one cannot defend against it;

The sky is vast, the snow is endless; with whom shall we sail together?

The sand rolls and the water ripples, laughing and swirling.

A fleeting moment of pleasure can cause a woman's love to grow—burying...

Duan Yu was surprised and suspicious. He saw a beautiful young girl. Despite the tense situation, he couldn't help but look over. He saw that the girl's arms were like green lotus roots, with white hidden beneath the green, and he was completely captivated.

And this song... judging from the rhythm and melody, it is clearly a song of vicissitudes and even some Buddhist philosophy, but now it is being sung by a girl of about ten years old, which is inexplicably strange, but it is indeed very nice to listen to.

Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi couldn't help but glance at it, but Kumārajīva ignored it and said:

"Since neither of you will tell me the location of Canhe Village, I will take my leave now."

But then the girl in the green pine tree asked, "Master, what brings you to the Canhe Manor?"

Seeing Abi's soft Wu dialect and her delicate face, Duan Yu was captivated once again.

Kumārajīva put his hands together and said, "This humble monk wishes to go to Canhe Village. Could you please give me some guidance, benefactor?"

"Ordinary people don't know about Canhezhuang. Where did the master chef hear about its reputation?"

"This humble monk and the venerable Murong Bo are old friends. I was deeply saddened when I heard of his passing many years ago. Now that I have set foot in the Central Plains, it is only natural that I must visit his grave to pay my respects, to fulfill our old promise. And I hope to meet Young Master Murong Qingfan."

Abi tilted her head and said, "Master, this is unfortunate. My young master has been away for a month..."

"Where has your esteemed young master gone, and when will he return?"

Abi hesitated, unsure whether to reveal the young master's whereabouts, but figured mentioning a country wouldn't hurt, so she said:

"My young master went to Dali on business. He should be back soon. After all, Madam misses him terribly, and my four elder brothers miss him too. Abi misses him..."

Realizing someone was in front of her, Abi was too embarrassed to finish her sentence, but Duan Yu, seeing Abi's expression, understood that Abi already had someone she loved, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"Since Master is a good friend of Master Murong, please have a cup of tea, or stay at the manor for a few days, would that be alright?"

Having found the clue, Kumārajīva was naturally satisfied. He clasped his hands together and asked, "Who is this lady, and how should I address her?"

"My name is Abi, and I am the little maid who plays the flute and cooks for the young master!"

Please stop calling me "female benefactor" and just call me Abi.

Are you all going? Then let's get on the boat!

Kumārajīva said, "Thank you for your trouble," and then flew onto the ship with Duan Yu.

Then Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi also boarded the ship one after another.

Abi owns a detached river-view apartment called "Qinyun Xiaozhu" provided by the Murong family, but she hardly lives there anymore. Ever since Murong Fu's personality changed, she has been living in Canhezhuang.

The Canhe Manor itself is located on an island more than ten miles away from the Qinyun Xiaozhu. The island is the private property of the Murong family. In the past six months, Murong Fu has built several villas outside the Canhe Manor. Now, the four major retainers all live in the villas, guarding the manor and protecting Wang Yuyan.

Abi figured that since this person was an old friend of the former patriarch, he was naturally a friend, not an enemy. However, she couldn't make a decision. She thought it best to take them to Qinyun Xiaozhu first, inform Brother Deng herself, and then decide what to do.

So he settled down and started paddling.

Duan Yu watched her sway her body as she calmly paddled in the water, and then he wanted to strike up a conversation with this beauty: "Miss Abi, what song were you singing just now? I've never heard it before."

"Song?

"Oh, you mean 'The Hard-to-Recite Sutra'? This is a song my young master Murong sings in his spare time, and I've learned it too. My singing isn't very good, please forgive me."

When Duan Yu heard Abi mention Young Master Murong again, he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

'It seems this young master Murong must be a true hero, otherwise how could he have captured the heart of such a delicate young woman?'

Under Murong Fu's tutelage, Abi also became much more clever and managed to find out Kumārajīva's true intentions along the way.

"Back then, Master Murong made an agreement with me that once I obtained the manual for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, I would let him look at it for a few days, and in return, I would be allowed to read books in the 'Returning Water Pavilion' in his mansion for a few days."

The original sword manual was burned by Master Kurong, but this young master Duan remembers the complete Six Meridians Divine Sword manual. Bringing others here is the same as bringing the sword manual.

To fulfill our old promise, this humble monk will cremate Young Master Duan at the grave of Elder Murong.