Kumārajīva asked in surprise, "Benefactor Murong is already at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm, yet he was injured by someone else. Who was it? Qiao Feng of the Northern Beggar Clan?"

Murong Bo shook his head and said, "It was not Qiao Feng. I don't know the specifics. I only know that the other party was one man and five women. The man was exceptionally handsome, and the women were all stunningly beautiful."

Kumārajīva searched his mind for information about the martial artists in the Song Dynasty, and then asked, "I have heard that the Xiaoyao Sect in the Song Dynasty has unique rules. Those who are not outstanding in appearance or talent are not allowed to enter. Could it be that the person who injured your son was from the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Murong Bo said in a deep voice, "I am not clear about this either."

As he spoke, Murong Bo looked at Kumārajīva and said, "There is still some time before the matter of the Northern Shaolin Temple. I wonder if Master has time to help me with something?"

Hearing Murong Bo's words, Kumārajīva asked, "Does Elder Benefactor Murong wish to ask this humble monk to help investigate the individuals who seriously injured your young master?"

Murong Bo nodded and said, "Yes! My son is seriously injured, and I can only expend my true energy to heal him. I am too busy to help him. It just so happens that you have appeared now, so I would like to ask you to do me this favor."

Upon learning of Murong Bo's intentions, Kumārajīva pondered for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "With the matter of Northern Shaolin imminent, this humble monk also needs to reunite with the people of the Great Yuan Kingdom as soon as possible. I'm afraid I am unable to help Elder Benefactor Murong with this favor."

In response, Murong Bo said, "I know that you have always wanted to enter the martial arts treasury of my Murong family to see the martial arts of hundreds of schools in the Song Dynasty. If you can find out the identities of those who injured my son, I am willing to let you stay in my Murong family's martial arts treasury for three months as a way of repaying you. What do you say?"

Upon hearing Murong Bo's words, Kumārajīva's eyes lit up. "Is Elder Benefactor Murong truly telling the truth?"

Murong Bo nodded and said, "Of course."

Seeing this, Kumārajīva nodded and said, "In that case, this humble monk will help Elder Benefactor Murong this time."

Afterwards, when Murong Bo told Kumārajīva about the direction Chu Qinghe had left from where his servants had found out, Kumārajīva quickly left.

After Kumārajīva left, Murong Bo slowly turned around and got up to leave.

The fifth day of the lunar new year.

The southwestern region of the Great Song Dynasty.

After a day of light rain, even under the bright sunshine, the air still carried a hint of moisture, and the rolling cart wheels still clung to some damp soil.

Outside the carriage, Qu Feiyan was chatting idly while rushing to work, occasionally using her inner energy to transmit her thoughts.

Inside the carriage, Chu Qinghe lay on Shuimu Yinji's lap, holding Huahua while his eyes were lightly closed, seemingly taking a nap, but in reality, he was engrossed in the simulator battle.

Lianxing, standing beside him, closed her eyes as her internal energy circulated continuously.

The newly arrived Wang Yuyan lifted the carriage curtain, immersing herself in the suburban scenery.

However, just as the carriage was traveling along the official road, Qu Feiyan outside the carriage suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

"Strange, why are there so many beggars around here?"

Upon hearing the sound, Lianxing, who was inside the carriage, also lifted the curtain and looked outside.

In Lianxing's view, there were indeed some beggars on both sides of the official road.

An hour later, in Xingli Town.

As the carriage slowly entered the town, the townspeople were all captivated by the stunning beauty of Qu Feiyan and her two companions, who were sitting in front of the carriage and driving it.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of a restaurant in the town.

When Chu Qinghe and his companions stepped down from the carriage, the waiter who came to greet them was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Fortunately, people who work as waiters are all perceptive.

After a moment of surprise, the waiter quickly lowered his head and came forward to greet him.

A moment later, led by the waiter, the group slowly entered the second floor and sat down at a spot by the railing.

Almost as soon as they sat down, Chu Qinghe and the others couldn't help but glance at a spot on the second floor.

Compared to the other tables, where people were seated in twos and threes, the table in their line of sight had only one person sitting there.

The man was quite tall and imposing, around thirty years old, wearing an old, slightly tattered gray cloth robe. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, and a square face that looked weathered and worn. His gaze was extremely authoritative.

What is striking is that in front of the man there is no other food, only a wine jar that can hold twenty catties of wine.

Furthermore, the man drank bowl after bowl of wine, appearing quite unrestrained.

A few moments later, after turning her gaze away from the man, Lianxing glanced down at the street below.

When Lianxing's gaze swept over the beggars, some dressed in tattered clothes and others neatly patched, she could tell with her keen eyesight that although these beggars walked casually, their steps were not as unsteady as those of ordinary people.

They were all skilled in martial arts.

Moreover, in Lianxing's view, the number of beggars in this city was just as many as those seen on the official road outside.

After thinking about this for a while, Lianxing looked at the waiter and asked, "Why are there so many beggars in this town and outside the town?"

In response to Lianxing's question, the waiter smiled and said, "Sir, you may not know this, but it is said that the Beggars' Clan will be holding a Beggars' Clan meeting today in Xingzilin, which is twenty miles outside this town. So in the past few days, many beggars have been heading to Xingli Town."

"The Beggars' Sect Assembly?"

Hearing the waiter's words, Chu Qinghe, whose expression had been somewhat lazy, showed a hint of surprise.

Obviously, they didn't expect to be so lucky, to happen to run into the Beggars' Sect gathering on their way here.

But the next second, as if he had thought of something, Chu Qinghe raised his gaze and then placed it on the man next to him who was drinking wine bowl after bowl.

A few breaths later, Chu Qinghe chuckled to himself, "Heh! What a coincidence."

(End of this chapter)