Therefore, the morning bell and dusk drum are very important for a temple, and the original one-finger temple also had a broken bell, but it was broken and could not be ringed, and then it was thrown together by the system. Fang Zheng also complained at the time, because in Fang Zheng's opinion, a temple without morning bells and dusk drums is like no Daxiong Treasure Hall, and there are many iconic things missing, and he always feels that something is missing.

Now that the bell is back, is the drum still far away?

In addition, the bell is a large item, and the system can't just give a bell and not the bell tower, right? If it is given to the bell tower, Fang Zheng smiled......

So Fang Zheng asked, "System, is there a bell tower?"

However......

"Of course!" the system said.

Fang Zheng was immediately excited when he heard this, and shouted, "Yes?"

"No!" the system gasped.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and almost pumped his two big mouths, this damn system, he almost forgot about the things that often gasped for air.

"However, don't be sad, the bell I gave you is not an ordinary bell, but the main bell on a small peak under Lingshan Mountain, and I took it off for you to use. This bell has a peculiarity, every time it rings, it will strengthen the bell tower where it is located, if you strike it for thousands of years, the bell tower will ...... Gee...... The earth blew up, and the bell tower was fine. The system said.

Fang Zheng grinned and said, "Don't talk about this, return the bell tower...... Do you think I can afford to build a bell tower? You took all the money away, will I use you to build the bell tower?" Fang Zheng is really helpless, just one word for poverty, it's okay not to touch it, once you touch it, the rest is sad and helpless. Fang Zheng also thought about using his supernatural powers to build one himself, but the temple also has the rules of the temple, which he still realized from the Lingshan version of the Diamond Sutra, the best temple is definitely not built by himself! It is donated by believers! That represents the affirmation of the world, can condense merit, every time you knock it, it will be of great benefit to yourself. If you build it yourself, it's just a mortal thing, just an ornament.

Therefore, although Fang Zheng complained in his mouth, he already had an idea in his heart, wait...... What if a local tyrant donates a bell tower to him one day?

But now......

"No nonsense, do you want to collect the morning bell now, or will you talk about it later?" the system asked.

Fang Zheng rang and said, "Collect it now!"

The next moment, a ball of Buddha light fell, the palm was big, Fang Zheng caught it with one hand, only to see that there was a thumb-sized small bell in the Buddha's light, very exquisite, but look carefully, there seemed to be countless scriptures on it, simple atmosphere, brilliant and splendid, at a glance, as if seeing not a bell, but a world, a Buddha!

At the same time, a piece of information flashed in Fangzheng's mind: "Yongle Bell [has been opened], cast in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, in the thirty-fifth year of Wanli (1607), the bell was moved to Wanshou Temple, enjoy the world's incense, royal tribute. Later, it was entered into Lingshan by the Zen master of Huoshan, and was recast with the gold and copper of Lingshan, which was taller and heavier than the body. The bell is 8 meters high, and the thickness of the bell wall varies from 235 mm at the thickest point to 103 mm at the thinnest point, and it weighs about 64 tons. The inside and outside of the bell are all over the scriptures, a total of 70,000 words! All the words are the dragon Buddha texts written by the Bodhisattva's own hands, simple and vigorous, natural and natural, engraved with the afterglow of the avenue, the bell not only has the infectious power, but also has a wonderful sense of music, light collision, the sound is crisp and melodious, reverberating endlessly for three minutes; heavy collision, the sound is majestic and loud, the sustain can be up to eight minutes, and the sound is heard in a radius of hundreds of miles. The sound of the bell can "wake up the fame and fortune in the world and recall the charm of the dream of the bitter sea." ””

"Ding, do you want to put the Yongle Bell down now?" the system asked suddenly.

Fang Zheng subconsciously wanted to say to put it down, but he immediately realized something, and hurried to: "Don't let it go! You wait for me to find a suitable place!"

Joke about the 64-ton weight, once you put it down, the earth will shake. Except for the red boy who has recovered his mana, no one in the entire One Finger Temple can touch it in the slightest, and it will be troublesome to move it if he wants to. The heaviest thing in the One Finger Temple, and the first thing that can be handled, of course, Fang Zheng has to place it himself.

"Okay, you're free, say it when you need to let it out. "The system is easy to talk about.

Fang Zheng was very satisfied with this, but he immediately began to worry, the temple is not big, and there is almost no place to place a big bell! Where should such a big bell be placed? This is indeed a nerve-wracking question!

Just when Fang Zheng was worried, Fang Zheng's mobile phone rang, and when he picked it up, he was a fat man!

"Master, what the hell, thank you for your guidance last time. I sent you a little meaning, I can't get over now, and I will report on time in a few days!" After the fat man finished speaking, he laughed, the phone was messy, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Fang Zheng was about to say something, but the phone was cut off.

"What the hell did this guy give? and it's still mysterious?" Fang Zheng was puzzled.

There was no word all night, and the next day, as soon as it was dawn, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as Fang Zheng opened it, he saw Wang Yougui standing at the door panting, and asked, "Abbot Fang Zheng, your things have come down the mountain, can you get them?"

Fang Zheng was stunned: "What is it?"

"Stone, wood, bricks, and a bunch of masons and carpenters. Wang Yougui said.

Fang Zheng was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"

"They said that a financier donated a bell tower to Yizhi Temple, and they were responsible for coming to build the bell tower. When Wang Yougui said this, he asked curiously, "You don't know?"

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was immediately ecstatic! There was really something missing, and he said with a smile: "Amitabha, the poor monk knows that the benefactor called the poor monk yesterday, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly." Let them come up, it's weirdly hot under the mountain. ”

Wang Yougui laughed and said: "Look at your monkey urgency, I have asked someone to help you transport it to the mountain, but you also know that although our mountain road has been repaired, it is not a small project to get so many stones and wood up." ”

Fang Zheng nodded again and again, and then hurriedly turned around and called: "Pure Fa, Pure Truth, and Pure Heart, you take care of your family, and you have gone down the mountain to carry things for the teacher." ”

After speaking, Fang Zheng ran down in a smoke, Wang Yougui saw this, and scolded with a smile: "You guy, pay attention to your image, monk!"

Fang Zheng waved his hand, he grew up watching him, and he didn't have to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of Wang Yougui, his original form was revealed, what about a wave? What's more, he was really happy, there was no need to endure it, hold it. Moreover, the system seems to be more and more indulgent to him, and all kinds of requirements in the past let him maintain the image of a high monk. But now......

However, Fang Zheng thought about it, although he was not the same as most of the monks, but what he did was not necessarily wrong, he followed his heart and had good thoughts, which was enough. Unlike him in the early days, he was cheesy at that time, like a monkey who had just come down the mountain, stubborn, not knowing what to do, even if he was not bad, but he was absolutely not related to the monks.