At night, the snow fell continuously all day, and finally became lighter at night.
But this world has been covered with a layer of white, and all the sins in the world have been buried.
Ye Sheng walked slowly out of Jixia College holding a big black umbrella and wearing a long white coat.
He wanted to go back to Ye Mansion, find the eldest lady, and find out the real reason for his mother's death.
Prince Ye is not in Ye Mansion. He spends most of every year stationed in the Xianyang military camp. That seems to be his home, and Ye Mansion is just a place where he stays in his spare time.
No one can understand Prince Ye's character. Even the old lady, his mother, does not dare to touch her son's rules.
Ye Sheng knew the news, and perhaps everyone in Xianyang knew the news.
Prince Ye is in the military camp.
That's why Ye Sheng dared to enter the Ye Mansion tonight, find the eldest lady, and force him to find out the cause of his mother's death.
In the dark night of Xianyang, every household has closed its doors and windows. The cold weather is coming, and no one will stay on the street at all.
Even the beggar is hiding at this moment.
Ye Sheng walked alone on the street, his black umbrella blocking the fine snowflakes, and the thick snow crunched under his feet.
His face was calm, his eyes were looking forward, and his body was upright.
After walking a few streets, we were not far from Ye Mansion.
Ye Sheng suddenly stopped, and the black umbrella in his hand turned slightly, causing snowflakes to fall down.
There was a person walking towards him in front of him.
Upright and bright.
Ye Sheng thought it would be a surprise, but he didn't expect that he would just walk out like this.
This man is a monk.
This surprised Ye Sheng even more. In the past, all the monks in Xianyang were in a few temples on the Western Mountain. They never went down to the Western Mountain on weekdays. The only monks in the entire Xianyang City were Wuwen and Wuxin from the Dalin Temple.
Who is this monk?
The monk walked up to Ye Sheng, with a weathered face, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and said: "Hello, donor Ye Sheng."
"Master's arrival is beyond my expectation." Ye Sheng said calmly.
"Donor, young monk Mao Sen, I have come to kill you tonight." Mao Sen said with a low eyebrow.
"Master, do you have any grudge against me?" Ye Sheng asked.
"No." Mao Sen shook his head.
"Do you have any grievances?" Ye Sheng asked.
Mao Sen shook his head and said, "No."
Ye Sheng smiled: "No grudges, no grudges. If you want to kill me, who promised what treasure for the master to come?"
Mao Sen thought for a while and said: "The treasure I dream about is the benefactor's life. The life of the benefactor is very precious, and the monk's treasure is even more valuable, so I ask the benefactor to get on his way as soon as possible."
Mao Sen pointed it out, and his ordinary finger suddenly burst into Buddhist light, shrouding Ye Sheng in it, making him unable to move.
Ye Sheng frowned and his eyes flashed with horror: "Innate realm?"
He has seen attacks from the tenth level of the day after tomorrow, and there is absolutely no such power to freeze him in place. This is definitely something that can only be done in the innate realm.
Mao Sen's face was calm, and he pointed his finger at Ye Sheng's eyebrows.
As long as it is clicked, Ye Sheng will definitely die.
Everything around him seemed to be still. Ye Sheng looked at Mao Sen coldly. There was no fear in his eyes, only an unquenchable killing intent.
Mao Sen ignored it. The murderous intention of the weak was just boring in the eyes of the strong.
When he lowered his finger, this so-called murderous intention was just a joke.
He had no hatred for Ye Sheng, and he didn't know Ye Sheng before. Only after coming down from Hanshan Temple did he know Ye Sheng's name and why the eldest lady asked him to kill Ye Sheng.
Keng!
There was a muffled sound, and Mao Sen's finger touched the three inches in front of Ye Sheng's eyebrows, touching the iron plate and unable to move.
Mao Sen hurriedly backed away and looked at a figure behind Ye Sheng with a serious expression.
An innate master.
Zi Yuantian was dressed in purple clothes and walked out from behind Ye Sheng. His face was calm and he said: "I didn't expect that I would send an innate master to kill you. Who have you offended to hate you so much?"
Ye Sheng released himself from the imprisoned state and said softly: "Kill him. I still have many things to deal with tonight."
Zi Yuantian nodded and walked forward.
With every step he took, his momentum became stronger, and Mao Sen took a step back, his face serious.
Obviously, he was very afraid of Zi Yuantian.
Ye Sheng watched from behind and didn't think it was strange. Zi Yuantian could become a teacher at Jixia Academy and teach martial arts. He must not be a weakling. Generally, innate masters would not be Zi Yuantian's opponents.
Zi Yuantian walked nine steps, and his momentum became nine times stronger. The cold wind became shrill, picking up white snow and scattering it, setting off Zi Yuantian's indifferent face.
"Life and death punch!"
On the tenth step, Zi Yuantian punched out, and the gray and white condensed fist suppressed it hard.
Mao Sen clasped his hands together and said in a solemn voice: "Golden bell cover!"
A golden copper bell was turned upside down to protect Mao Sen.
when!
The fist of life and death hit it, making a long bell sound and shaking down all the snowflakes around it.
Zi Yuantian stood still, Mao Sen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden bell was shaking.
"How many punches can you withstand? You have only been in Xiantian for a few years. You are no match for me. Why do you want to assassinate my Jixia Academy disciples?" Zi Yuantian sneered.
Mao Sen's face was very bitter. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered: "The young monk must kill him."
He was obsessed with a dream he had when he was young, an unrealistic dream. Only by killing Ye Sheng could this dream come true.
Regardless of whether this dream would break in the end, he would give it a try.
Thinking of this, Mao Sen's eyes became firm and Zaidu pointed out.
"Buddha points!"
This finger, with golden light shining across most of the long street, was aimed at Ye Sheng with great power.
With one finger of the Buddha, no one can rival him in his wrath.
But Mao Sen is too weak.
Zi Yuantian shouted coldly: "You are seeking death on your own."
Bang bang bang!
With three punches in a row, Zi Yuantian will not use any other moves, he will just crush you to death with his force.
boom!
The first punch smashed one of Buddha's fingers.
boom!!
The second punch shattered the golden bell.
boom!!!
The third punch hit Mao Sheng.
Mao Sen knelt on the ground, his face was pale, his hands were clasped together, and the beads were still in his palms.
He was defeated because Zi Yuantian was too strong against him. There was a huge gap between high and low innate realms.
Zi Yuantian glanced 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 can't beat you?" Zi Yuantian asked curiously.
"If I can't beat him, it only means that my master and I are not very discerning. Since I have asked you to protect me, my life will be in your hands tonight." Ye Sheng smiled slightly, not worried at all.
It's all out now, is there any point in worrying?
He can only believe that Zi Yuantian will help him solve his troubles.
Ye Sheng continued to walk forward, passing by Mao Sen, and heard a faint murmur: "Before becoming a monk, Ananda, a disciple of the Buddha, met a young girl on the road and fell in love with her from then on. The Buddha asked Ananda: How much do you like this girl? Ananda said
: I would like to transform into a stone bridge and be exposed to the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, just asking her to pass by on the bridge."
Ye Sheng's expression changed. He thought of something and ignored Mao Sen. He had been interrupted.
When Ye Sheng reached the end of the street, he turned around and saw Mao Sen sitting cross-legged in meditation in the heavy snow, with no breath at all.
Ye Sheng turned the big black umbrella and turned around to see Ye Mansion.
Prince Ye's mansion is also the place where he remembers the most.