The sun is thick.

Out of the big black cage, Tie Lingshuang looked up and saw the red sun in the west, knowing that she had slept beautifully for nearly a day, and the corners of her mouth were upturned. Xiaoya, who didn't wait for Xiao Ya, who was climbing the steps in small steps below, pushed open the small door and strode under the bell tower. Looking up, the little monk with a bruised head was still there, sitting cross-legged in front of the big bell, clasping his hands together, and bowing his head to chant the scriptures.

The bell tower is two zhang high, the boulders are piled up, the wind and frost have been experienced for a long time, the corners of the stones are round and blunt, and the faint blue and gray.

Walking up the steps, Tie Lingshuang stood on the top of the bell tower, not in a hurry to look at the little monk, glanced at the heavy bronze bell, and looked away.

The palace of Jiming Temple is all under the present, looking at the surroundings, the Xuanwu Lake is rippling behind it, the left is the Ming Imperial Palace, the foot of the Purple Mountain in the distance, the Qingliang Mountain is far away on the right, and in front of it, it is the bustling red dust Jinling.

The scenery is not bad, Tie Lingshuang nodded and retracted his gaze and looked at the little monk behind him.

I saw a scripture book on his lap, not very old, in his early tens, his head was bruised, the moon eyes were crooked, clear and translucent, his eyebrows were faint, and he was also crooked, his nose was quite delicate, like a girl, he pursed his mouth slightly, and raised his head.

Tie Lingshuang didn't speak, and looked up along the bruise on his head, and the heavenly spirit on his head was red.

Pulling down the corners of his mouth, Tie Lingshuang took two steps forward, looked down carefully, and sure enough, a carp leaped, as if the dragon gate was in front, in the middle of this small braincase, only the size of a corn kernel, as if it was a Buddhist ring scar.

The red carp is also quite delicate, with tiny scales, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, as bright as fire.

The sound of footsteps sounded, Tie Lingshuang looked back at Xiao Ya and Qi Chen, who were climbing the stairs, turned his head, and asked lightly towards the little monk who was still staring at him,

"What's your name?"

The little monk blinked, and returned softly,

"Amitabha, the little monk Dharma name is the little frog. ”

"Huh?"

Qi Chen, who had just walked to the top of the bell tower, glared at the boss, looked at the little monk and couldn't help but scream, how could there be a monk with this name, but it was like the nickname of a peasant child, which was quite kind.

With a sneer, Tie Lingshuang stared at the five big and three thick Xiaobao, and then looked at the little frog sitting on the ground, and the corners of his mouth raised,

"When did the carp mark on your head get it?"

The little frog shook his head and was about to answer, when he saw Xiao Ya gasping and climbing up the stairs, her face was red, she lowered her head, and her voice was as small as a bug.

"The master said that when I was left at the gate of Jiming Temple ten years ago, I already had a mark on my head. ”

Quite surprised, Tie Lingshuang looked up at Xiao Ya, who was flushed and gasping for breath, and then glanced at the little monk with a low head, and patted Xiao Ya,

"Do you know this little monk?"

Xiao Ya seemed to be quite angry, nodded, took a deep breath, and the two little hands were embroidered like a painting, and after finishing her hands on her waist, her apricot eyes widened, and she looked at the little bald head fiercely.

Frowning, Tie Lingshuang didn't laugh, glanced up and down at Xiao Ya, and then at the little monk with his head down, the spear pointed to the ground, clanging, and saw the little monk looking up at himself, and asked quite solemnly,

"Who is your master?"

"Little monk master, Dharma name Daoyan. ”

Qi Chen was quite worried, stepped forward, stood beside the little monk, and stared at the tip of Tie Lingshuang's spear, for fear that she would accidentally poke a few holes in the little monk's body.

Yao Guangxiao, the commander of the hidden guard, Yao Guangxiao, the young master of the prince, Yao Guangxiao, the black-clothed monk, and Qi Chen even knew that Yao Guangxiao, who was above 10,000 people under one person in the world, was named Daoyan in Buddhism.

Surprisingly didn't have much murderous aura, Tie Lingshuang just nodded, then looked at Xiao Ya who was angry and angry, smiled softly, patted her, and comforted her loudly,

"I have a blood feud with his master, you will see this little frog in the future, yes, it is a little monk of the little frog, you don't have to keep your hands, if he dares to fight back, I will help you." ”

Xiao Ya was naturally overjoyed, there was someone behind her to support her, but it was different, she clenched her little fist and compared it to the little frog, looking at him as if he was afraid to bow his head and bald his head, and his eyes were bent into little mandarin ducks.

Looking away from Xiao Ya, Tie Lingshuang retracted her mind, looked at the little frog, and asked coldly,

"So, you don't know, who left a mark on your head?"

Looking at the blue purple head and nodded slightly, Tie Lingshuang lowered his face, it seems that the pursuit of the jade holder can only start from the mouth of the dead Di Pufa to the Difuzi Temple, and the little monk in front of him seems to not know.

Closed his eyes and thought for a long time, remembering the recovery of essence and blood, opened his eyes, glanced around, and looked at the huge bronze Buddha bell, two steps closer, there was a soft sound on his waist, and Tie Lingshuang's eyebrows raised.

On the top of the bell tower, two stout wooden frames, erect an ebony beam, hang this bronze bell, more than six feet high, the whole body is blue and black, faintly glowing with brass bright color, thick and simple.

The bronze bell is on the upper circle, the hairpin flower small seal, carved with a whole "Amitabha Sutra", this sutra is said to be one of the three scriptures of the Pure Land, as long as you read it, you will be able to live in the Pure Land.

This Tie Lingshuang naturally sneered, the corners of his eyes were contemptuous, he looked down, frowned slightly, the lines on the copper surface were faint, and a trace of aura seemed to be there, the copper bell was strange?

Gazing at it, I saw the waves on the clock face, a fierce beast running on the waves, like a lion, but it was covered in dragon scales, the head was born with two horns, and its mouth was wide open, as if it was roaring, and it seemed to be shouting in fear, feeling it carefully for a moment, nodding, the aura was emanating from this pattern.

"Little master, why is there no bell and pestle that rang the bell?"

After glancing around, he saw that there was only a bronze bell and no bell pestle, Qi Chen couldn't bear it anymore and asked softly.

The little frog monk was quite ashamed, folded his hands, lowered his head, and whispered,

"It was the little monk who stole the bell and pestle, and hid it, and before the master went to Suncheon, he said that I should ring the bell with my head until the bell and pestle were returned. ”

This is strange, when a monk steals the bell pestle, it is really the first time, is it made of gold? Qi Chen raised his eyes and saw that Tie Lingshuang was also frowning and puzzled, and hurriedly asked,

"Then why did you hide the bell pestle?"

The little frog monk looked up and saw Xiao Ya looking at him with disgust, it was the eyes of the gentleman on the beam that he was shy, he raised his hand and scratched his ear, lowered his head, and said in distress,

"Every time the little monk hears the bell, he always hears two voices. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and pointed to the big bronze bell,

"This big bell will shout and scream, and the feeling of being scared, and the wooden pestle that rings the bell will cry out that the mouth hurts. That's why the little monk stole the wooden pestle and was punished by the master. ”

Quite puzzled, Qi Chen also scratched his ears and messed with his hair, turned his head to look at Tie Lingshuang, Tie Lingshuang ignored him, stared at the clock face and pondered for a long time, and asked the little monk,

"Is that wooden pestle, like the one in the other temples, carved with whales?"

The little frog monk Yue's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded towards Tie Lingshuang.

The corners of his mouth raised, Tie Lingshuang smiled slightly, I see, it seems that when I see the blood mark of the jade slave in the future, I can no longer take it for granted to limit my thoughts, when I saw the carp mark on the top of the little monk's head, I thought it was a carp spirit, and now it seems that it is very likely to be a whale monster, a wooden whale that rings the bell.

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, each with a difference, and the fourth son was called Pu Lao.

According to legend, this Pu prison was born very majestic, like a tiger and a lion, and Father Long naturally loved it very much. But after a while, Daddy Long got tired of it, or rather, annoyed by the noise.

These four sons are good at everything, they just like to shout and sing, and their voices are loud, and they can be heard thousands of miles under the sea when they shout.

This is worth it, so noisy that he can't sleep, Father Long flicked his tail and slapped the four sons Pu Jiao tens of thousands of nautical miles, and gave a word by the way, get out.

became an orphan, Pu Lao was not sad, continued to float around at the bottom of the sea, shouted when he saw small fish and shrimp, and screamed when he saw coral pearls, leisurely.

But after a while, there was no trace of Pu Lao at the bottom of the sea, and he kept running, shouting and screaming as he ran, until he fled to the shore, and did not go into the sea anymore, so he dug a hole in the shore and used it as a nest, and ate some small fish and shrimp that floated along the sea, and barely survived.

There is no other reason, Pu Lao is afraid of whales.

In the depths of the sea, there are whale salamanders, giant whales like mountains, backs like ridges, eyes like lakes, and a mouth that can suck a piece of the sea.

Although this Pu Lao is majestic, it is most afraid of big whales, and when it sees it, it avoids it, and does not want to encounter a school of whales when wandering on the bottom of the sea in the previous period, so it screams all the way and escapes to the coast.

The ancients recorded the matter of the fear of the whale in the book, passed down, and then there was a master craftsman who made the clock, when casting the bronze bell, he took the reason of the fear of the whale in the Pu Prison, engraved the water pattern of the Buddha on the bronze bell, and took the iron and wood as the pestle, wrapped it in the copper skin, carved the giant whale, and used to hit the bell.

Sure enough, the original grand bell, it seems to be more melodious, the bronze bell rings, the sound spreads for hundreds of miles, the bell craftsman is overjoyed, and this method is passed on to future generations, so most of the bronze bells today are tattooed with Pu Prison, and the pestle is used by wooden whales.

The people of the world ask for the bronze bell to be loud and loud, regardless of whether Pu Lao is afraid, whether the whale has a sore mouth, and even this group of compassionate monks also draw on the reputation of wealth and nobility, which is really ironic.

Looking down at the little monk, there was no breath in his body, he should not have practiced internal strength, but this wisp of spiritual sense is much sharper than many highly qualified people, Tie Lingshuang asked softly,

"You didn't practice?"

The little frog bowed his head and was ashamed, but when he heard this, he was even more sad, and shook his head quite lost,

"The master said that my understanding is too high, and it is not good to practice early, so I can only watch, not practice. ”

How can this be reasonable, I have never seen such a rampant show-off, when Qi Chen was apprenticed to the teacher, the master of the Lingyin Temple gave a Shang Ke comment, you are a little monk, you are so degrading to sentient beings, it is really infuriating.

Raising his hand and pointing at the little monk, Qi Chen was about to get angry, and suddenly remembered that this little monk was the apprentice of the current boss, and he couldn't help but lose three points, opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say.

Glancing at Qi Chen with disdain, Tie Lingshuang sneered at the little monk, picked up the spear, put the head of the spear on the little monk's neck, and a faint murderous aura overflowed,

"Where's the stolen whale pestle?"

Withdrawing his hand, Qi Chen was very anxious, Xiao Ya couldn't care about being angry, she looked at the little monk worriedly, her little fists clenched, and she didn't dare to stop Tie Lingshuang.

The calmest was the little frog monk, who gently closed the scriptures, clasped his hands together, and whispered,

"The female benefactor has no murderous intent. ”

Snorted coldly, nodded appreciatively, Tie Lingshuang withdrew his spear, looked at Qi Chen and said,

"You stay, watch him, don't let him die. ”

Turning around and walking down the bell tower, Qi Chen scratched his head and asked in a low voice,

"It's so close, can't it be sent down? I want to follow you to worship the mountain. ”

Stopped his body, sighed impatiently, and said coldly to Qi Chen,

"The rules of the hidden guard, outsiders are not allowed to enter the ground, and things on the ground are not allowed to interfere unless there is a task. ”

After that, he glanced at the bulging chest on his chest, and he should still be holding the "Dizang Sutra", he smiled, his eyebrows raised,

"You can ask this little frog monk who is too much comprehension to point out the monk in your arms. ”

beckoned to Xiaoya, and the two of them went down the bell tower one after the other, and walked towards the outside of Jiming Temple.

If he really became a guard, Qi Chen sighed, looked down at the little monk's rather clear eyes, sat down, took out the "Dizang Sutra", turned a page, and studied it carefully.