Chu Qinghe smiled and replied, "I'm free anyway, and they've come to me on their own initiative. It'll pass the time, and I can also ask about the situation in the Great Yuan Kingdom later."
At this moment, although Kumārajīva had closed his eyes, Wang Yuyan was unharmed.
Sitting next to her, from Wang Yuyan's perspective, Chu Qinghe's expression, movements, and the way his lips moved slightly clearly suggested that they were having a conversation, but Wang Yuyan couldn't hear a single sound.
With Wang Yuyan's intelligence, she naturally understood that Chu Qinghe and the others were communicating through telepathic communication using their inner energy.
At this moment, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but feel that she was playing with all the other friends, but he was the only one left out.
A moment later, as the waiter brought over some vegetarian dishes, Chu Qinghe noticed that the speed at which Kumārajīva was reciting scriptures across from him had increased several times over.
People need food to survive; even a monk who doesn't eat will get hungry.
After all, some time had passed since Chu Qinghe and the others left when Kumārajīva set off from Swallow's Nest, and the distance between them had increased considerably.
In addition, Kumārajīva was preoccupied with the affairs of the Northern Shaolin Temple, which made the journey a bit rushed.
It's impossible to say that the food was particularly good.
Now that the person has been caught and the timing is confirmed to be unaffected, Kumārajīva felt his appetite whetted again upon seeing the vegetarian meal before him.
After a hundred breaths, once he had finished reciting this sutra, Kumārajīva opened his eyes, glanced at the vegetarian food on the table, and then put his hands together and said, "This humble monk has already recited the Heart Sutra for you benefactors. You benefactors only need to keep your minds at peace, and the evil aura on your bodies will naturally dissipate."
Hearing what Kumārajīva said, Chu Qinghe smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Master! The vegetarian meal has just been served, please enjoy."
Kumārajīva nodded and said, "In that case, this humble monk will not stand on ceremony."
After saying that, Kumārajīva picked up his bowl and chopsticks and quickly began to eat.
Chu Qinghe and the others were not in a hurry. While watching Kumārajīva, they secretly started a private chat.
Half an hour later, when the bowls and plates in front of Kumārajīva were all empty, Kumārajīva finally put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.
After gently wiping his mouth with his clothes, Kumārajīva looked at Chu Qinghe and said, "Judging from your demeanor and temperament, you are not a combative person. I wonder why someone suddenly attacked you earlier?"
In response to what Kumārajīva said, Chu Qinghe slowly replied, "It's not that I'm looking for trouble, but when you're traveling, trouble sometimes comes knocking on your door."
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva knew perfectly well that the reason Murong Fu was injured earlier was probably not due to Chu Qinghe, but more likely because of a dispute that started on Murong Fu's side.
As for the reason, Kumārajīva glanced at the Water Mother Yin Ji and the other women beside Chu Qinghe and roughly guessed the cause.
Thinking it over, Kumārajīva said, "This humble monk observes that you possess an extraordinary temperament and appearance, and are certainly not an ordinary person. May I ask your name?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe smiled and said, "My name is Zhao Shanhe."
"Zhao Shanhe, huh? Zhao Shanhe?"
However, the moment Chu Qinghe uttered these words, Kumārajīva's body suddenly trembled.
But the next second, looking at Chu Qinghe, whose face was as beautiful as jade, and then glancing at the other beautiful women around him, including the Water Mother Yin Ji, Kumārajīva felt relieved.
"The appearances and numbers don't match, and this is the Song Dynasty, so it shouldn't be!"
Noticing the sudden change in Kumārajīva's expression, Qu Feiyan and the other two women couldn't help but find it amusing.
Wang Yuyan, however, looked puzzled.
For some reason, Kumārajīva was so moved when he heard the name Chu Qinghe.
As if noticing their gazes, Kumārajīva regained his composure and put on a smile again, saying, "Benefactor Zhao, your name is exactly the same as that of a benefactor I knew before. I was momentarily out of line, please forgive me."
Chu Qinghe's smile remained unchanged as he said, "Oh? Master, have you met another person with the same name as me before?"
Kumārajīva nodded and said, "Yes! However, the benefactor Zhao Shanhe that I met was in the Ming Dynasty, not the Song Dynasty at this time. Although his appearance is quite different from yours, sir, apart from the name, the tone of his voice and the fan he was holding..."
As he spoke, Kumārajīva subtly shifted his gaze.
However, when his gaze fell upon the Thousand Machine Fan in Chu Qinghe's hand, which had as many as thirty-four bones, Kumārajīva couldn't help but quickly recall something.
Recalling Chu Qinghe's conversations from the previous two encounters, and then looking at the person in front of him.
Kumārajīva noticed that, apart from their appearances and the number of women around them, their tone of voice and their gentle yet languid manner were the same.
Given the name "Zhao Shanhe" and the fan in Chu Qinghe's hand, how could Kumārajīva not realize the identity of the person in front of him?
Realizing something was amiss amidst these thoughts, Kumārajīva's tone gradually softened until he fell completely silent.
The smile on Kumārajīva's face slowly faded at that moment.
Seeing the silent Kumārajīva before them, Chu Qinghe and the others did not speak further, but their gazes held a hint of amusement.
After a long silence, Kumārajīva forced a particularly stiff smile onto his face before speaking: "So it's Young Master Zhao. It's been a long time. How have you been?"
Upon hearing the voice, Chu Qinghe still smiled and said, "It has indeed been a long time since we parted ways at Wudang, Master."
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva gave a bitter laugh to himself, "Heh, so it really is just one person."
Having fully confirmed Chu Qinghe's identity, Kumārajīva fell silent once again.
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