The Earth Is My Dantian

At night, the snow continued to fall for a whole day, and it finally became smaller at night.

But this world has been covered with a layer of white, and all the evils in the world have been buried.

Holding a big black umbrella and wearing a long white coat, Ye Sheng walked out of Jixia College slowly.

He wanted to go back to Ye Mansion, to find the eldest lady, and to find out the real reason of his mother's death.

Lord Ye is not in the Ye Mansion, he spends most of the time every year stationed in the Xianyang Barracks, which seems to be his home, and the Ye Mansion is just a place where he settles in his spare time.

No one can understand Prince Ye's character, even the old lady, his mother, dare not touch his son's rules.

Ye Sheng knew the news, maybe everyone in Xianyang knew the news.

Lord Ye is in the barracks.

That's why Ye Sheng dared to enter Ye's mansion tonight, looking for the eldest lady, and pressing him to find out the cause of his mother's death.

In Xianyang at night, every household has their doors and windows closed tightly, and the cold air hits, and no one will stay on the street at all.

Even beggars are hiding at this moment.

Ye Sheng walked alone on the street, the black umbrella blocked the small snowflakes, and the thick snow under his feet made a creaking sound.

His face was calm, his eyes were straight ahead, and his body was tall and straight.

After walking a few streets, it is not too far from Ye Mansion.

Ye Sheng stopped suddenly, the black umbrella in his hand turned slightly, and snowflakes splashed and fell.

There is a person in front of him walking towards him.

above board.

Ye Sheng thought that he would be taken by surprise, but he didn't expect it to happen like this, and walked out swaggeringly.

This man is a monk.

This surprised Ye Sheng even more. In the past, the monks in Xianyang were all in a few temples on the west mountain, and they never went down to the west mountain on weekdays. The monks in the entire city of Xianyang are probably only Wuwen and Wuxin from Dalin Temple.

Who is this monk?

The monk walked up to Ye Sheng with a vicissitudes of face, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and said, "Hi, Master Ye Sheng."

"Master's arrival is beyond my expectation." Ye Sheng said calmly.

"Benefactor, little monk Maosen, come to kill you tonight." Maosen said with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes.

"Master has enmity with me?" Ye Sheng asked.

"No." Mason shook his head.

"Grievance?" Ye Sheng asked.

Mason shook his head and said, "No."

Ye Sheng smiled: "No grudges, no grudges, you want to kill me, who promised some treasure for Master to come?"

Mao Sen thought for a while, and said: "The treasure I dreamed of, the life of the benefactor is very precious, and the treasure of the monk is even more precious, so please let the benefactor go on the road as soon as possible."

As soon as Mao Sen pointed out, a plain finger suddenly burst into Buddha's light, covering Ye Sheng in it, making him unable to move.

Ye Sheng frowned, his eyes flickered with horror: "Innate Realm?"

He has seen the shots of the Houtian Ten Heavens before, and he definitely does not have such power and influence, and he can't move at the same place, which can only be done in the innate realm.

Mao Sen's face was calm, and he aimed his finger at the center of Ye Sheng's brow.

As long as it hits the mark, Ye Sheng will definitely die.

Everything around seemed to be still, Ye Sheng looked at Mao Sen coldly, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, only the unresolved killing intent.

Mao Sen ignored it, the killing intent of the weak, in the eyes of the strong, is just a boring thing.

When he dropped his finger, this so-called killing intent was just a joke.

He didn't hate Ye Sheng, and he didn't know Ye Sheng before. He came down from Hanshan Temple to know Ye Sheng's name, and he also knew why Da Furen wanted him to kill Ye Sheng.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Mao Sen's finger touched the iron plate three inches before the center of Ye Sheng's eyebrows, and he couldn't move.

Mao Sen hurriedly backed away and looked at a figure behind Ye Sheng with a serious face.

A congenital master.

Zi Yuantian was dressed in purple,

Walking out from behind Ye Sheng, with a calm face, he said, "I never thought that I would send an innate expert to kill you. Who did you offend and hate you so much?"

Ye Sheng released from the confinement, and said softly: "Kill him, I still have a lot of things to deal with tonight."

Zi Yuantian nodded and walked forward.

Every time he took a step, his momentum became stronger, and Mao Sen took a step back with a solemn face.

Obviously, he was very afraid of Zi Yuantian.

Ye Sheng watched from behind, not surprised that Zi Yuantian can become the teacher of Jixia College, teaching martial arts, he must not be weak, and the general innate masters are probably not Zi Yuantian's opponent.

Zi Yuantian walked nine steps, his momentum became nine points stronger, the cold wind blew up, rolled up white snow, and sprinkled it one after another, setting off Zi Yuantian's indifferent face.

"Life and death fist!"

At the tenth step, Zi Yuantian punched out, and the gray and white condensed fist severely suppressed it.

Maosen clasped his hands together and said in a concentrated voice, "Golden Bell Cover!"

A golden copper bell was buckled upside down, protecting Mao Sen.

when!

The Fist of Life and Death hit it, and a long bell sounded, shaking all the snowflakes around.

Zi Yuantian stood still, Mao Sen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden bell was crumbling.

"You can withstand a few punches from me. You have only been a congenital for a few years. You are not my opponent at all. Why do you want to assassinate my disciple of Jixia Academy?" Zi Yuantian sneered.

Mao Sen's face was very bitter, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Young monk must kill him."

Because of a dream in his youth, an unrealistic dream, he has already been dazed. Only by killing Ye Sheng can this dream come true.

Regardless of whether this dream will be broken in the end, he will try it.

Thinking of this, Mao Sen's eyes became firm, and he pointed out at Du Yi.

"One finger of the Buddha!"

With this finger, the golden light shone, shining over half of the long street, aiming at Ye Sheng with great power.

Buddha's finger, under the wrath, no one can match.

Ke Maosen is too weak.

Zi Yuantian said coldly: "You are looking for death."

Bang bang bang!

With three punches in a row, Zi Yuantian didn't use any other moves, just crushed you to death with force.

boom!

The first punch smashed the Buddha's finger.

boom! !

The second punch shattered the golden bell.

boom! ! !

The third punch landed on Mao Sheng's body.

Mao Sen knelt on the ground, his face was pale, and he clasped his hands together, the Buddhist beads were still in his palms.

He was defeated, Zi Yuantian was too strong for him, and the gap between the high and low innate realm was huge.

Zi Yuantian glanced at Maosen, his eyes were calm, and looking at Ye Sheng, he found that Ye Sheng's face was also very calm.

"Aren't you worried that I won't be able to beat you?" Zi Yuantian asked curiously.

"If we can't beat it, it just shows that my master and I have bad vision. Since I have asked for your support, my life is in your hands tonight." Ye Sheng smiled slightly, not worried at all.

It's all out, is there any use in worrying?

I can only believe that Zi Yuantian will help him solve his troubles.

Ye Sheng continued to walk forward, passing by Maosen, and heard a faint murmur: "Before the Buddha's disciple Ananda became a monk, he saw a young girl on the road, and he fell in love with Nanshe from then on. The Buddha asked Ananda: How much do you like this girl? Ananda said : I would like to be transformed into a stone bridge, to be exposed to the wind, sun, and rain for five hundred years, just asking her to pass by the bridge.”

Ye Sheng's expression moved, he thought of something, he didn't pay attention to Mao Sen, he had already been interrupted.

When Ye Sheng came to the end of the street, he turned his head and saw that in the heavy snow, Mao Sen was sitting cross-legged in meditation, completely out of breath.

Ye Sheng turned the big black umbrella, turned around and saw Ye Fu.

Ye Wangye's mansion is also the place he remembers most deeply.