"It really doesn't ring!?" Su Duan looked at the big bell in front of him, and then looked down at the bell pestle that was held in his arms, and suddenly echoed in his ears what Monk Fa Ming said:

“…… You have a zen spirit, but you can knock him ......"

"Zen!"

Su Duan suddenly realized, hurriedly closed his eyes, calmed his nerves, and calmed down his somewhat impetuous heart.

As soon as his mind moved, when the tranquil and peaceful breath of Zen artistic conception was released from his body, the bell pestle in his hand seemed to have life, pulling Su Xuan's hand, and gently slammed into the brass bell.

"Knock-knock-knock......"

A bell containing Zen reverberated in Jinshan Temple, and all the novice monks and monks who were doing morning classes were awakened by the bell and looked in the direction from which the bell came with a surprised expression.

"Isn't that big bell going to ring?"

"Who knocked it?"

Two thoughts occupied everyone's minds at once.

The monks and monks who have been in the temple for many years are attracted by the sound of the bell full of Zen, just like a holy monk preaching, answering the doubts that have plagued them for a long time.

It is really the sound of morning bells and dusk drums!

And some of the little novices who had entered the temple early and had not yet decided were full of curiosity, and their bodies kept writhing, as if there was some worm under their buttocks, and they couldn't sit still.

There were even a few stubborn ones who secretly took advantage of the prison temple to be stunned, sneaked out, and ran in the direction of the backyard.

Not to mention these monks of Jinshan Temple, on the bell tower in the backyard, when Su Duan released his Zen intention, he only felt that a familiar power poured out of the bell pestle in his hand, enveloping himself to knock on the brass bell in front of him again and again.

again and again, but I didn't feel the numbing shock power before.

With the knocking of Su Xuan, the brass bell slowly lit up with a series of Buddha lights, and the Buddha light slowly emerged on the body of the bell under the cover of the Buddha's light, which was thought-provoking.

And the bell also seems to hide extraordinary power, one after another, the bell tower under the feet has gradually changed its appearance, the original dilapidated building, under the blessing of the Buddha's light, seems to have reversed time, red paint climbed the pillar, the dust disappeared without a trace, and even the fallen door was re-installed on the door like a god.

When the curious little novices hurried to the backyard, they couldn't help but open their mouths wide when they saw that the bell tower was brand new as if it had just been built.

The sound of the bell ringing in their ears made them intoxicated, and they couldn't remember the purpose of rushing to the backyard at all.

"There seems to be an inexplicable charm in this bell, and it imperceptibly shocks that trace of Zen into my bone marrow!"

At first, Su Duan was just indulging in the pleasure of ringing the bell and couldn't extricate himself, but as the Zen spirit refined into the bone marrow accumulated into a lot, the quantitative change led to the qualitative change, and then he gradually realized the change in himself: "The master really didn't lie to me!" ”

With this in mind, the movement of striking the bell in the hand is three points faster:

"Knock knock ......"

The continuous bell rang for about a quarter of an hour and then came to an abrupt end, so that those who were intoxicated all woke up in an instant, only to feel that the troubles and depression in their hearts were all eliminated, and they reluctantly glanced at the bell tower in the backyard of Jinshan Temple, and were busy with their own things.

"Whew-" Su Duan let out a sigh, driven by the power of the bell and pestle, he didn't have much strength at all, and he rang the bell a hundred times in a row, and there was not a drop of sweat on his body.

It's just that I don't know why, after the bell rang a hundred times, the bell and pestle seemed to lose its life all of a sudden, and it turned back into the ordinary wood that was hanging again, even if Su Duan was unwilling to continue to hit the bell, it was like at the beginning, and it was impossible to ring the big bell in front of him.

In desperation, I seemed to hear the voice of Monk Faming ringing in my ears: "Shakya, it's too late-"

Shaking his head, he dispelled the auditory hallucinations, sat in front of the bell and rested for a while, and suddenly noticed the sound of "kicking" footsteps on the spiral staircase of the bell tower, and was shocked: "The master said that no one can ring this big bell, and now that I have struck it, someone in the temple will definitely come to check." Although I don't care about being discovered, it's better to have more than one thing, and it's better to go first! ”

A carp turned over and got up, listened to the footsteps that were about to reach the top of the building, bent down gently, jumped directly from the top of the bell tower, and at the moment when it was about to land, the true qi in the body was shocked, and the body was suddenly stagnant, unloading all the falling force, falling steadily to the ground, and a few dodges out of the temple.

At this time, a few small novices on the bell tower pushed open the door of the top floor, and looked at the direction of the brass bell with surprise and curiosity.

The clock is empty!

In the next six months, every morning before dawn and before the sun rises, the silent bell in the backyard of Jinshan Temple will be rung a hundred times.

Similar scenes were staged again and again in Jinshan Temple, and in the end, the abbot came forward to take back those uncertain little novices one by one and punish them, before they were completely eradicated.

However, listening to the bell every day in the temple and understanding the Buddha's teachings, the Zen monks were still very curious about the mysterious bell ringer, and secretly guessed the true face of the person.

In addition, Su Duan has been constantly wandering around the Exorcist Guild in the past six months, and has received all the bounties near Chang'an City.

For six months in a row, the nearby demons were frightened, and the name of "killing gods" was widely spread in the demon circle, so that the demons within a radius of thousands of miles fled one after another, and there was not even a single intelligent animal left, which made the nearby exorcists complain one by one.

For this reason, Su Duan was also regarded as the ultimate boss of "grabbing food and eating" by a large number of exorcists, and was brushed alone and in groups many times.

However, after repelling the exorcists who came to make trouble again and again, Su Duan's name gradually became louder in the circle of exorcists.

The do-gooder gave him the title of "Fist Monk" according to his self-proclaimed "Little Monk Shakya" and his habit of fighting the enemy with fists, which was echoed and approved by many exorcists for a while.

He is also listed as one of the four saints of Chang'an along with three well-known exorcists such as "Beastmaster", "Heavenly Remnant Foot", and "Empty Child".

And the six months of ringing the bell and subduing demons did not allow Su Duan to cultivate the Great Day Rulai Sutra that he thought about day and night, but in a battle with monsters, he inadvertently successfully fused evil qi and true qi, refined it into Gang Qi, and condensed a sword-like Tiangang warweapon.

The martial arts have gone one step further and reached the true peak realm of condensation: the Gang Refining Period!

In order to exercise his staying power, Su Duan often condensed the five-clawed purple gold divine dragon named "Xiao Jin" and the long sword and carried it with him.

Shakya, who was originally dressed in a moon-white monk's robe and walked the world with his bare hands, was once again greatly improved in the case of coiling dragon's left arm and hanging the back of the sword.