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

"I'm bothering you today only because I want Miss Abi of your household to tell me frankly where Young Master Duan has hidden him?"

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together, while Bao Butong, opposite him, stroked his beard and shook his head as he spoke:

"No, no, you are clearly a monk, yet you insist on looking for some girl. Could you be a frivolous monk?"

"We don't have any girls like Aqing or Abi here. If you're looking for girls, go to Suzhou. Don't come to our Yanziwu."

Upon hearing Bao Butong's reply, Kumārajīva's forehead veins bulged, and he said in a deep voice:

"I am an old friend of the elder Murong Bo. I have traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains to pay homage to the spirit of the elder Murong Bo in heaven."

"You've already prevented me from visiting the old master's grave to pay my respects. Is this how the Murong family treats its guests?"

Bao Butong walked half a circle around Kumārajīva, still shaking his head and saying:

"No, no, we haven't figured out whether he's friend or foe yet. Now that our master is not here, sending you to the grave of the old patriarch Murong might disturb his peace."

Since you claim to be an enlightened monk, you can simply offer sacrifices and recite a few scriptures outside the manor and that will be the end of it.

"If you wish to wait for Young Master Murong to return, we will not charge you rent if you stay at the other courtyard."

Kumārajīva then said:

"As I mentioned to you, I have an agreement with Elder Murong to burn the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual in front of his tomb..."

Bao Butong interjected, "No, no, then where is your sword manual, Master?"

Kumārajīva said with great hatred:

"I've told you many times before, I'm looking for Miss Abi..."

Bao Butong had already inquired with Abi beforehand and learned that the Tibetan monk said he would burn the living person in front of the old family patriarch's tomb in exchange for the opportunity to return to the Water Pavilion.

He doesn't look like a proper monk at all. He might not even be a friend of the old patriarch. The old patriarch is an upright man. How could he befriend such a person?

He must be after the martial arts skills of Huanshi Water Pavilion, and is using this place to swindle and cheat people.

Although the four retainers had different ideas, they all agreed that they must not let the young master succeed before he returned.

So Bao Butong came back to the point again:

"No, no, if you want to find a girl, you should go to the brothel. If you want to beg for alms... hehe, you can't directly beg for a girl, but you can beg for money first and then for a girl. Seeing that you are a man of principle, I, Bao, can also help you out with all my resources..."

Kumārajīva felt his anger surge to the top of his head, and with a slam of his palm, he roared:

"I'll kill you!"

Bao Butong had always been wary of him, and Kumārajīva's attack was launched in a fit of rage. Bao Butong blocked the attack with his sword, but also used the force of the sword to send Kumārajīva flying backward.

Feng Bo'e was already in the courtyard, and the other two retainers were also observing the matter from a short distance away.

Seeing that Bao Butong and Kumārajīva were talking, but Kumārajīva suddenly launched a sneak attack, he immediately cursed him for his audacity.

Feng Bo'e drew his sword, glared angrily, and blocked the way.

Gongye Qian leaped in and caught Bao Butong, who was flying backwards.

When Deng Baichuan glanced at Bao Butong and found that he wasn't seriously injured, he walked over to Feng Bo'e and pointed at Kumārajīva:

"Master, you've come to my manor as a guest, and even claim to be a friend of the old gentleman, why did you resort to violence?!"

Kumārajīva squinted at the other person:

"This humble monk visited your residence and was teased by a young maid, and then subjected to harsh words by this Bao Butong. Is this the so-called way of hospitality of the Murong family of Gusu?"

This humble monk has learned a great deal today!

Kumārajīva realized that waiting here would likely yield no results, and that Duan Yu might have already been released.

Now that Murong Bo is dead, the allure of the Water Pavilion's secret manual is far less than that of the Six Meridians Divine Sword right before his eyes.

So he made up his mind to subdue the group by force, to make the Murong family hand over Duan Yu, and to slowly interrogate them so that he could eventually learn the Six Meridian Divine Sword, the number one sword technique in the world.

He was angered by Bao Butong just now and lost his composure when he made his move. Otherwise, how could a second-rate expert like him be a match for the Great Wheel King?!

Feng Bo'e, who loved to fight, was naturally enraged to see Bao Butong injured and charged forward with his knife.

"Enough talk, make your move!"

Seeing his martial arts stance, Kumārajīva smiled instead and said in a deep voice:

"That depends on your capabilities!"

He slapped away Feng Bo'e's broadsword with one palm, and was about to kick him when Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Bao Butong surrounded him.

One uses fists, one uses palms, and one uses a sword.

The four had known each other for many years, so they naturally knew how to use combined attacks.

Kumārajīva originally thought that the Murong family was a century-old martial arts family, and that there might be some masters among them.

Especially after seeing Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian, who were about the same age as me and acted like superior people.

But after exchanging a few blows, he realized that the opponent was only a top-tier second-rate expert, much stronger than a second-rate mediocre fighter like Bao Butong.

However, they were still inferior to the Duan family masters of Tianlong Temple. At that time, Kumārajīva was able to defeat six second-rate top masters of Tianlong Temple by himself, so he naturally did not take the four retainers of the Murong family seriously.

So he didn't use his signature moves like the Flaming Blade or the Flower-Picking Finger, but instead fought the four of them head-on, just to vent some of the anger he had been holding back these past few days.

However, Kumārajīva possessed immense strength and his moves were extremely powerful. Each of his attacks caused the four to secretly groan in pain, while his attacks were easily neutralized and parried by Kumārajīva.

With the balance shifting, in just a few dozen moves, Kumārajīva used his index and little fingers to control Bao Butong's thrusting sword with his inner energy, preventing it from penetrating or being pulled out.

He then effortlessly kicked away Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Feng Bo'e, who were trying to take the opportunity to attack, with three consecutive kicks.

Then the force shifted, breaking Bao Butong's sword into three pieces. Using the Crane Control Technique, Bao Butong was drawn towards the attacker. With a palm strike, even with only 30% of the force, Bao Butong coughed up blood, clearly indicating that his internal organs had been injured.

If Kumārajīva hadn't been unwilling to commit murder and feared the clues might be lost, he could have easily taken several lives.

Seeing the hall in such a mess, with his four retainers lying on the ground, bleeding from the mouth and looking up at him, Kumārajīva burst into laughter. His anger from the past few days had completely dissipated. He bowed, once again adopting the demeanor of a high-ranking monk, and said in a refined and gentle manner:

"This humble monk merely wishes to pay respects to a friend and retrieve the sword manual I brought with me. I do not understand why the people of the manor harbor such deep prejudice against me, insisting on testing my mettle. Are they not simply asking for trouble?"

Just then, Abi, who had been hiding to the side, slipped out of the smashed window and threw a large basket of lime at Kumārajīva.

He shouted in the soft Wu dialect, causing the four retainers to cover their heads.

Upon seeing the lime, Kumārajīva's anger flared up again. His inner energy surged, scattering lime throughout the room. He then seized Abi and stormed out of the house, shouting angrily:

Where did you hide Duan Yu?

explain!"

He then looked at the four heavily injured retainers who had chased after him, and said with a mocking smile:

"I originally thought that the Murong family of Gusu was a family of martial arts masters, and that they must be upright and honest in their conduct."

But unexpectedly, he turned out to be a person who sought fame and fortune through deception and fraud.

Judging from your character, the so-called "Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong" is probably just boasting. You're probably just a bunch of cowardly cowards who avoid each other.

"Heh, a dragon begets a rat, how pathetic!"

"Who called me a coward?"

Suddenly, a clear male voice came from afar. Kumārajīva heard the voice before he saw the person, and was overjoyed.

The Murong clan of Gusu has finally shown themselves?!