Chapter 95 Chapter Eight, monk Maosen (first update)
At night, the heavy snow fell for a day and finally became smaller at night.
However, this world had already been covered in a layer of white. All the sins in the world had been buried.
Ye Sheng held a big black umbrella and wore a long white jacket as he slowly walked out of Ji Xia Academy.
He wanted to return to the ye residence, to look for the eldest madam, and to force him to find out the real reason for his mother’s death.
King Ye was not in the Ye residence. Every year, he spent most of his time stationed in the Xianyang military camp. That seemed to be his home, and the Ye residence was just a place where he would spend his free time.
No one could understand King Ye’s personality. Even the old madam and his mother did not dare to touch his son’s rules.
Ye Sheng knew this news. Perhaps everyone in Xianyang knew this news.
King Ye was in the military camp.
That was why ye Sheng dared to enter the ye residence tonight and find the eldest madam to interrogate her about the cause of her mother’s death.
In the dark of the night, every household in Xianyang had their doors and windows tightly shut. The cold air was coming, and no one would stay on the streets.
Even beggars hid at this moment.
Ye Sheng walked alone on the street. The black umbrella blocked the tiny snowflakes, and the thick snow under his feet made creaking sounds.
His face was calm, and he looked straight ahead.
After walking a few streets, he was not far from the Ye residence.
Ye Sheng suddenly stopped, and the black umbrella in his hand turned gently, causing snowflakes to fall.
A person was walking toward him in front of him.
Openly and openly.
Ye Sheng thought that he would be caught off guard, but he did not expect that he would just walk out like this.
This person was a monk.
This made ye Sheng even more surprised. In the past, the monks in Xianyang were all at the few temples on the west mountain. Usually, they did not leave the west mountain. In the entire Xianyang city, only Wuwen and Wuxin from the great forest temple were probably monks.
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Who was this monk?
The monk walked in front of Ye Sheng. His face was weathered, and he held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He said, “Almsgiver Ye Sheng, how do you do?”
“The arrival of master has exceeded my expectations, “ye Sheng said calmly.
“Almsgiver, this little monk Maosen has come to kill you tonight.”Maosen lowered his eyebrows and said obediently.
“Does master have a grudge against me?”Ye Sheng asked. “No.”Maosen shook his head.
“A grudge?”Ye Sheng asked.
Maosen shook his head and said, “No.”
Ye Sheng smiled. “No grudge, no grudge. If you want to kill me, who promised some treasure to let master come?”
Mao Sen Thought for a moment and said, “The treasure that I have always dreamed of obtaining. Benefactor’s life is very precious, and this little monk’s treasure is even more precious. Therefore, benefactor, please leave as soon as possible.”
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Mao Sen pointed out a finger, and an ordinary finger suddenly emitted a Buddhist light, enveloping ye Sheng within, making him unable to move.
Ye Sheng frowned, and a flash of shock appeared in his eyes, “Xiantian Realm?”
He had seen the attack of the Tenth Heaven of the Houtian realm, and it definitely did not have such power. It was definitely something that only Xiantian realm cultivators could do.
Mao Sen’s expression was calm as he pointed his finger at the center of Ye Sheng’s brows.
As long as he hit it, Ye Sheng would definitely die.
Everything seemed to be still. Ye Sheng looked at Mao Sen coldly. There was no fear in his eyes, only a killing intent that could not be dispelled.
Mao Sen ignored it. In the eyes of the strong, the killing intent of the weak was nothing more than a meaningless thing.
When his finger landed, this so-called killing intent was nothing more than a joke.
He did not have any hatred towards Ye Sheng. Previously, he did not even know of Ye Sheng. Only after coming down from the Cold Mountain Temple did he know of Ye Sheng’s great name. He also knew why the first Madam wanted him to kill Ye Sheng.
Clang!
With a muffled sound, Mao Sen’s finger touched the three inches between Ye Sheng’s eyebrows. It touched the metal plate and was unable to move.
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Maosen hurriedly retreated and looked at the figure behind Ye Sheng with a solemn expression.
It was a xiantian expert.
Zi Yuantian, dressed in purple, walked out from behind Ye Sheng. With an indifferent expression, he said, “I didn’t expect you to send a xiantian expert to kill you. Just who did you offend to hate you so much?”
Ye Sheng was released from his confinement and said softly, “Kill him. I still have a lot of things to deal with tonight.”
Zi Yuantian nodded and walked forward.
With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. Mao Sen took a step back with a grave expression.
It was obvious that he was very afraid of Zi Yuantian.
Ye Sheng watched from behind and did not find it strange. For Zi Yuantian to become ji Xia Academy’s Teacher and teach martial arts, he was definitely not a weakling. Most Xiantian experts were probably not zi Yuantian’s match.
After taking nine steps, Zi Yuantian’s aura became 90% stronger. The cold wind blew fiercely, sweeping up the white snow and sprinkling it all over, complementing zi Yuantian’s cold and indifferent face.
“Life and Death Fist!”
When Zi Yuantian took the tenth step, he threw out a punch. The fist condensed from gray and white fiercely pressed out.
Mao Sen put his palms together and said in a condensed voice, “Golden bell cover!”
A golden copper bell was upside down, protecting Maosen.
Dang! The life and Death Fist smashed onto it, and a long bell sound was heard, shaking all the snowflakes in the surroundings down.
Zi Yuantian stood still on the spot. Maosen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden bell cover was on the verge of collapsing.
“You can block a few of my punches. You’ve only entered the Xiantian realm for a few years, and you’re not my match at all. Why do you want to assassinate my Jixia Academy’s Disciple?”Zi Yuantian sneered.
Maosen’s expression was very bitter. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, “This little monk must kill him.”
For a dream of his youth, an unrealistic dream, he was already possessed. Only by killing Ye Sheng could this beautiful dream come true.
Whether or not this beautiful dream would break in the end, he had to give it a try.
With this thought in mind, Maosen’s gaze became firm as he pointed out with his finger.
“Buddha’s finger!”
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This finger flashed with golden light and illuminated half of the Long Street. It was extremely powerful as it was aimed at Ye Sheng
Under the fury of the Buddha’s finger, no one could match it.
But Maosen was too weak.
Zi Yuantian coldly shouted, “You’re courting death.”
Bang Bang Bang!
Three consecutive punches. Zi Yuantian did not use any other moves and only used his strength to suppress ye Sheng to death.
Boom!
The first punch shattered the Buddha’s finger.
Boom!!
The second punch shattered the Golden Bell Shield.
Boom!!!
The third punch hit Mao Sheng’s body. Mao Sen was kneeling on the ground, his face pale. He put his palms together, the Buddha bead was still in his palm.
He lost. Zi Yuantian was much stronger than him, the difference between the higher and lower Xiantian realms was huge.
Zi Yuantian looked at Mao Sen, his eyes calm. He looked at Ye Sheng and found that Ye Sheng’s face was also very calm.
“Aren’t you worried that I won’t be able to win?”Zi Yuantian asked curiously.
“If I can’t win, then it can only mean that my master and I have poor taste. Since I’ve asked you to protect me, my life is in your hands tonight.”Ye Sheng smiled slightly, not worried at all.
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Since he had already come out, was there any use in worrying? He could only believe that Zi Yuantian would help him solve the problem.
Ye Sheng continued to walk forward, passing by Maosen, he heard a faint murmur, “Buddha’s disciple, Ananda, met a young girl on the path before he became a monk. From then on, he could not bear to part with her. Buddha asked ananda, “How much do you like this girl?”? Ananda said, “I wish to become a stone bridge and be blown by the wind for five hundred years. I wish to be exposed to the sun for five hundred years and be drenched by the rain for five hundred years. I only wish for her to pass by the bridge.” Ye Sheng’s expression changed. He thought of something and ignored Mao Sen. His vitality had already been interrupted.
When Ye Sheng reached the end of the street, he turned his head and saw Mao Sen sitting cross-legged in the heavy snow. His breathing was completely gone.
Ye Sheng spun the Big Black umbrella and turned around to see the ye residence.
Lord Ye’s residence was also the place he remembered the most.