Vol 4 Chapter 8: Monk Mao Sen

　　 At night, the heavy snow lasted for one day, and finally 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, 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 Ye Mansion. He spends most of his time stationed in the Xianyang Military Camp every year. It seems that this is his home. Ye Mansion is just where he stays in his free time.
　　No one can understand the character of the prince Ye, even the old lady, his mother, dare not touch the rules of his son.
　　 Ye Sheng knew the news, maybe the entire Xianyang people knew the news.
　　 Prince Ye is in the barracks.
　　 That's why Ye Sheng dared to enter the Ye Mansion tonight, looking for the lady, and forcing 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 gently, splashing snow and falling.
　　 A person in front of him is walking towards him.
　　 Honest 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 the several temples on the West Mountain, and the monks in the entire Xianyang city were probably only those of Dalin Temple without question and heartlessness.
　　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 to my surprise." Ye Sheng said calmly.
　　 "Donor, little monk Maosen, come to kill you tonight." Maosen lowered his eyebrows and said.
　　 "Master has hatred 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 coming 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 even more precious, so please let the donor go on the road as soon as possible."
　　Maosen pointed out, and a bland finger suddenly burst into 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, and there is absolutely no such power, and he is fixed in place and can't move. This can definitely be done in the innate realm.
　　 Maosen's face was calm, this finger pointed 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 in the strong's eyes.
　　 His finger dropped, this so-called killing intent is just a joke.
　　 He has no hatred for Ye Sheng. 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 sound, Maosen's finger, three inches before Ye Sheng's eyebrows, touched the iron plate and couldn't move.
　　Maosen hurriedly backed away, looking at a 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 expression, and said, "I didn't expect to send an innate master to kill you. Who on earth did you offend and hate you so much?"
　　 Ye Sheng lifted the ban from imprisonment, and whispered: "Kill him, I still have a lot to deal with tonight."
　　 Zi Yuantian nodded and walked forward.
　　 Every time he took a step, his aura grew stronger, and Maosen took 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 took nine steps, his aura was nine points strong, and the cold wind rose sternly, rolled up the snow, and sprinkled one after another, setting off the indifferent face of Zi Yuantian.
　　 "Life and death punch!"
　　 In the tenth step, Zi Yuantian punched out, and the gray and white condensed fists severely suppressed it.
　　 Maosen folded his hands together, and said in a condensed voice: "Golden Bell Cover!"
　　 A golden bronze bell was buckled down, protecting Mao Sen.
when!
　　 Life and death fists hit it, and a long bell sounded, shaking down all the snowflakes around.
　　 Ziyuan Tian stood still, Maosen spit out blood, and the golden bell was crumbling.
　　 "You can resist me a few punches, you have only been born for a few years, and you are not my opponent at all. Why 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 corners of his mouth, and whispered: "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 of this, Maosen's eyes became firm, and he pointed out at Duyi.
　　 "The Buddha pointed!"
　　 This finger flashed with golden light, shining most of the long street, with great power, and aimed at Ye Sheng.
　　 A finger of the Buddha, in furious no one can match it~EbookFREE.me~Kemosen is too weak.
　　 Zi Yuantian drank coldly: "This is your own death."
　　 嘭嘭嘭!
　　 Three punches in a row, Zi Yuantian did not perform any other moves, just crushing 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, and the Buddha beads were still in his palms.
　　 He lost, Ziyuan Tianqiang him too much, the difference 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 it can't be beaten, it can only mean that my master and I are inadequate. Since I have sought 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 the trouble.
Ye Sheng continued to move forward, passing by Maosen, and heard a faint murmur: "Before the Buddha's disciple Ananda saw a young the road, she loved to give up. The Buddha asked Ananda: How do you like this woman? Ananda said : I wish to incarnate as a stone bridge and be exposed to the 500-year wind, 500-year sun, and 500-year rain, just to ask her to pass by the bridge."
　　 Ye Sheng's expression moved, thinking of something, he didn't pay attention to Maosen, he had already been interrupted.
　　 When Ye Sheng walked to the end of the street, he 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 Ye is also the place where he remembers most.