The Earth Is My Dantian Chapter 8: Monk Maosen
At night, the heavy snow lasted for a day, and finally it became smaller at night.
But this world has been covered with a layer of white, and all the sins in the world have been buried.
Yesheng, holding a **** umbrella and wearing a long white jacket, walked out of Jixia Academy slowly.
He wants to go back to Ye Mansion, go to the eldest lady, and force him to find out the real reason for his mother's death.
Prince Ye is not in Yefu, and he spends most of his time stationed in the Xianyang army camp every year. It seems that this is his home, and Yefu is just where he stays in his free time.
Prince Ye’s character, no one can figure it out, even the old lady, his mother, dare not touch his son’s rules.
Ye Sheng knew the news, maybe the whole Xianyang people knew the news.
Prince Ye is in the barracks.
That's why Ye Sheng dared to enter the Ye Mansion tonight, look for the lady, and ask the cause of his mother's death.
Dark night in Xianyang, every family closed their doors and windows, the cold was coming, and no one would stay on the street.
Even beggars hide at this moment.
Ye Sheng walked alone in the street, the black umbrella blocked the tiny snowflakes, and the thick snow stepped on him, making a creaking sound.
He has a calm face, looks straight ahead, and has a straight body.
walked a few streets, not far from Ye Mansion.
Ye Sheng stopped suddenly, and the black umbrella in his hand turned slightly, splashing snowflakes and falling.
Someone in front of him is walking towards him.
is upright and bright.
Ye Sheng thought he would be surprised, but he didn't expect it to be like this and walked out swaggeringly.
This man is a monk.
This made Ye Sheng even more surprised. In the past, the monks in Xianyang were in several temples on the Xishan Mountain. On weekdays, the monks in Xianyang City did not go down to the Xishan Mountain. The monks in the entire Xianyang City were probably only the unquestioned and unintentional of Dalin Temple.
Who is this monk?
The monk walked to Ye Sheng, his face was vicissitudes of life, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and said: "Hello, Ye Sheng donor."
"The master came, but it was beyond my expectation." Ye Sheng said calmly.
"Donor, little monk Maosen, come to kill you tonight." Maosen lowered his eyebrows and said.
"Master has an enemy with me?" Ye Sheng asked.
"No." Maosen shook his head.
"Is there a grudge?" Ye Sheng asked.
Maosen shook his head and said: "No."
Ye Sheng smiled: "No enmity, no resentment, you are going to kill me, who promised some treasure to let the master come?"
Maosen thought for a while, and said: "The treasure I dream of, the life of the benefactor is very precious, and the treasure of the little monk is more precious, so please let the donor go on the road as soon as possible."
Maosen pointed out, and a bland finger suddenly bloomed with Buddha's light, covering Ye Sheng in it, unable to move.
Ye Sheng frowned, his eyes flashed with horror: "Innate realm?"
He has seen the tenth day after tomorrow's shots. There is absolutely no such power, and he is fixed in place and can't move. This is definitely the innate realm.
Maosen's face was calm, and his finger was aimed at Ye Sheng's brow.
As long as you click, Ye Sheng will definitely die.
Everything around seemed to be still, Ye Sheng looked at Maosen coldly, there was no fear in his eyes, only the intent to kill.
Maosen ignored it, the weaker’s killing intent was just boring to the strong.
His finger fell, this so-called killing intent, a joke.
He has no hatred for Ye Sheng, and he didn't even know Ye Sheng before. After coming down from Hanshan Temple, he knew Ye Sheng's name and why the lady wanted him to kill Ye Sheng.
铿!
With a muffled noise, Mao Sen's finger, three inches before Ye Sheng's eyebrows, touched the iron plate and couldn't move.
Maosen hurriedly backed away, looking at the figure behind Ye Sheng, his face serious.
an innate master.
Zi Yuantian dressed in purple clothes, walked out from behind Ye Sheng, with a calm face, and said: "I didn't expect to send an innate master to kill you. Who did you offend and hate you so much?"
Ye Sheng lifted the ban from imprisonment, and whispered softly: "Kill him, I still have a lot to deal with tonight."
Zi Yuantian nodded and walked forward.
Every time he takes a step, his aura becomes stronger, and Maosen takes a step back, his face solemn.
Obviously, he was very afraid of Zi Yuantian.
Ye Sheng watched from behind, not surprised, Zi Yuantian can become a teacher at Jixia Academy and teach martial arts, he must not be weak, and most innate masters are probably not Zi Yuantian's opponent.
Zi Yuantian walked nine steps, his aura was nine points strong, the cold wind was stern, and the snow was rolled up, and it was sprinkled one after another, setting off Zi Yuantian's indifferent face.
"Life and death punch!"
Zi Yuantian punched out in the tenth step, and the gray and white condensed fists severely suppressed it.
Maosen put his hands together, and said in a condensed voice: "Golden Bell!"
A golden bronze bell was buckled down, protecting Mao Sen.
Dang!
Life and death fists slammed on it, and a long bell sounded, shaking all the snowflakes around.
Ziyuan Tian stood still, Maosen spit out blood, and the golden bell was shaking.
"You can resist me a few punches, you have only been born for a few years, and you are not my opponent at all. How do you want to assassinate my Jixia Academy disciple?" Zi Yuantian sneered.
Maosen's face was very bitter, he wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "The little monk must kill him."
For a dream in his youth, an unrealistic dream, he has been stunned. Only by killing Ye Sheng can this dream come true.
Regardless of whether this dream will break in the end, he will try it.
Thinking about this, Maosen's eyes became firm, and he pointed out at Duyi.
"Buddha's finger!"
The finger of , the golden light shone, shining most of the long street, with great power, and aimed at Ye Sheng.
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Zi Yuantian drank coldly: "This is your own death."
嘭嘭嘭!
Three punches in a row, Zi Yuantian does not perform any other moves, just to crush you to death.
Boom!
The first punch smashed the Buddha's finger.
Boom! !
The second punch shattered the golden bell.
Boom! ! !
The third punch hit Mao Sheng.
Maosen knelt on the ground, his face pale, his hands clasped together, the Buddha beads still in his palms.
He lost, Ziyuan Tianqiang him too much, and the gap between the high and low innate realm is huge.
Zi Yuantian glanced at Maosen with calm eyes. Looking at Ye Sheng, he found that Ye Sheng's face was also very calm.
"Don't you worry that I can't beat it?" Zi Yuantian asked curiously.
"If you can't beat it, it only means that my master and I are not good-looking. Since you have been asked for your support, my life will be in your hands tonight." Ye Sheng smiled slightly without worrying at all.
has come out, is it useful to worry?
can only believe that Zi Yuantian will help him solve his troubles.
Ye Sheng continued to move forward, passing by Maosen, and heard a faint murmur: "Before the Buddha's disciple Ananda became a monk, he saw a young **** the road, and he loved it since then. The Buddha asked Ananda: How do you like this woman? ? Ananda said: I would like to be like a stone bridge and be exposed to the 500-year wind, 500-year sun, and 500-year rain, and I just ask her to pass by the bridge."
Ye Sheng's expression moved. He didn't pay attention to Mao Sen. He had already been interrupted.
Wait until Ye Sheng walked to the end of the street, turned his head and saw that Maosen meditated cross-legged in the heavy snow, his breath was gone.
Ye Sheng turned the **** umbrella, turned around and saw Ye Mansion.
The mansion of Lord Ye is also the place where he remembers most.