Therefore, the morning bell and evening drum were very important to a monastery. Back then, One Finger Temple also had a broken bell, but it was so broken that it could no longer be rung. Later, it was thrown away by the System. Fangzheng had even grumbled back then. From his point of view, a monastery without a morning bell and evening drum was equivalent to a Mahavira Hall. It lacked many iconic things and felt like something was missing.
Now that the bell was back, would the drum be far away?
In addition, a bell was a huge item. It was impossible for the System to only give him a bell and not a bell tower, right? If it was given to a bell tower, Fangzheng would laugh …
Hence, Fangzheng asked, "System, is there a bell tower?"
However …
"Of course!" said the System.
Fangzheng was instantly excited when he heard that. He exclaimed, "Is there one?"
"No!" Indeed, the System was gasping for air.
Fangzheng rolled his eyes and nearly slapped himself twice. This darn System. He had almost forgotten that it often gasped for air.
"However, don't be sad. The bell I gave you isn't an ordinary bell. It's the main bell from a tiny mountain peak at the foot of Mount Numinous. I plucked it for you. This bell has a special characteristic. Every time it rings, it will strengthen the bell tower it's on. If you were to strike it for thousands of years, the bell tower … Hehe … Even if the Earth were to explode, the bell tower would be fine, "said the System.
Fangzheng grinned. "Let's not talk about that. Bell tower? Do you think I can build a bell tower? If you take away all the money, do I need you to build a bell tower? " Fangzheng was truly helpless. Poverty was just a word. It was fine if he did not touch it, but once he did, all that was left was sadness and helplessness. Fangzheng had thought of using his divine powers to build one himself, but a monastery had its rules. This was something he had learned from Mount Numinous's version of the Diamond Sutra. The best monastery was definitely not built by himself! Instead, it was donated by believers! It represented the affirmation of the world and could amass merit. Every strike was extremely beneficial to him. If it was built by himself, it would only be an ordinary item, an ornament.
Therefore, although Fangzheng grumbled, he already had an idea. Wait … What if a tycoon donated a bell tower to him one day?
But now …
"Cut the crap. Do you want to collect the morning bell now or in the future?" asked the System.
Fangzheng made a sound and said, "Now!"
The next moment, a blob of Buddhistic light descended. It was the size of a palm, and Fangzheng caught it with one hand. He saw a tiny bell the size of a thumb in the Buddhistic light. It was extremely intricate, but on a careful look, there seemed to be countless scriptures on it. It was ancient and majestic, but it was resplendent. At a glance, it was as though it was not a bell, but a world, a Buddha! The majesty and solemnity exuded boundless Zen intent!
At the same time, a piece of information flashed in Fangzheng's mind: "The Yongle Bell has been consecrated. It was cast during the Yongle era of the Ming Dynasty. In the 35th year of the Wanli era (1607), the bell was moved to Wanshou Temple to enjoy the incense offerings of the world and the royal family's tribute. Later, Zen Master Tuoshan entered Mount Lingshan and used the gold and copper of Mount Lingshan to recast it, making it taller and heavier than its original body. The bell was 8 meters tall, and the thickness of its walls varied. The thickest part was 235 millimeters, and the thinnest part was 103 millimeters. It weighed about 64 tons. The inside and outside of the bell were inscribed with a total of 327,000 words! All the words were personally written by Bodhisattva in the Dragon Buddha Epithet. It was simple and unadorned. It was natural and engraved with the lingering charm of the Great Dao. Apart from being infectious, the bell's chimes also had a beautiful musical quality. A light strike would produce a clear and melodious sound that echoed for three minutes. A heavy strike would produce a loud and vigorous sound that lasted for eight minutes. It could be heard from hundreds of kilometers away. The bell's chimes could 'awaken those who seek fame and fortune in the world, and summon back the enchantment of the sea of bitterness.'
"Ding! Do you want to put down the Yongle Bell now? "asked the System suddenly.
Fangzheng subconsciously wanted to say yes, but he immediately realized something. He hurriedly said, "No! Wait until I find a suitable place! "
What a joke. Once a 64-ton object was put down, the ground would quake. Apart from Red Boy, who had recovered his Dharmic powers, no one in One Finger Monastery could move it at all. It would be troublesome to move it again. It was the most important item in One Finger Monastery, and it was also the first item he could take out. Fangzheng naturally had to put it down personally.
"Alright, do as you wish. Let me know when you need to release it." The System was rather agreeable.
Fangzheng was very pleased with this, but he immediately began feeling vexed. One Finger Monastery wasn't big. There was nearly no place to place a huge bell! Where should he place such a huge bell? This was indeed a vexing problem!
Just as Fangzheng was feeling vexed, his cell phone rang. When he picked it up, he was surprised to see Fatty!
"Master, thank you for your guidance the last time. I've given you a small token of appreciation. I can't go now, but I'll be reporting in a few days! " After Fatty said that, he chuckled. It was a mess on the other end of the line, and it was unknown what he was doing.
Fangzheng was just about to say something when the line was cut off.
"What did this fellow give me? And why is he acting so mysterious? "Fangzheng was puzzled.
After an uneventful night, someone knocked on the door at dawn the next day.
Fangzheng opened it and saw Wang Yougui standing at the door, panting. He asked, "Abbot Fangzheng, your item has reached the foot of the mountain. Do you want to bring it up?"
Fangzheng was surprised. "What is it?"
"Rocks, wood, bricks, and a group of masons and carpenters," said Wang Yougui.
Fangzheng asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
"They said that a sugar daddy donated a bell tower to One Finger Monastery. They are in charge of building the bell tower." When Wang Yougui said that, he asked curiously, "You don't know?"
Fangzheng was delighted when he heard that! He smiled and said, "Amitabha. This Penniless Monk knows. That patron called This Penniless Monk yesterday, but I never expected him to come so quickly. Quickly get them up. It's quite hot at the foot of the mountain. "
Wang Yougui laughed out loud. "Look at how anxious you are. I've already gotten people to help you move them up the mountain. However, as you know, although the mountain path has been repaired, it's not a trivial task to move so many rocks and wood up."
Fangzheng nodded immediately before hurriedly turning his head and shouting, "Jingfa, Jingzhen, Jingxin, watch the monastery. I'll be going down the mountain to move the items."
With that said, Fangzheng ran down like a wisp of smoke. When Wang Yougui saw this, he scolded him jokingly, "You rascal, pay attention to your image. Accomplished monk!"
Fangzheng waved his hand. Having watched him grow up, there was no need for him to pretend in front of Wang Yougui. He revealed his true colors. So what if he had some fun? Besides, he was really happy. There was no need for him to hold it in. Furthermore, the System seemed to be more and more indulgent with him. In the past, it made all sorts of requests for him to maintain his image as an accomplished monk. But now …
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