A brilliant sun splashed on the side of the lawn, and on the large and small baskets, a few chickadees chirped and chirped happily, and when they approached, they flew from one basket to another.

The sky was high and blue, and a few white clouds drifted unhurriedly in the sky. The sun is very hot and dazzling, and I can't feel a trace of wind, but I can see the green pears in the basket of green, like ice cream placed there, adding a cool feeling to the Shuangfeng Mountain under the bright sun.

Under the bright sun, when nearly 1,000 monks of Dongchan Temple gathered on the side of the lawn, at this time, I saw an old monk with a silver beard floating up.

"Ah, Elder Huaqing!" Zhang Shaofei's heartstrings were plucked violently by an invisible big hand: In the past, only the second senior brother Faru and the monk on duty were present when they distributed food and things in the temple. Why did Elder Huaqing come to preside over it in person today? This is a sign of an anomaly.

On the mountain behind Dongchan Temple, after the White Lotus Pond, there is a dense pear forest on the top of the mountain, almost half a mountain. Since the death of the fifth ancestor and the departure of the sixth ancestor, in these years, every time the weather is hot, the green pears are hanging all over the branches, and the Huaqing elders will arrange for the monks to go up the back mountain to pick pears, and then distribute them to everyone to taste.

After Elder Huaqing came to the lawn, he turned his head sideways and asked Fa Rudao, "Have all the people from the temple arrived?"

"It's all there." Faru replied. He had already learned the number of people from the foremen of the various formations.

Elder Huaqing waved his hand: "Since everyone has arrived, let's start dividing the pears." ”

Faru asked: "How many are there per person?"

Elder Huaqing: "Six." ”

"Okay." Faru turned around and loudly instructed the monks on duty, "Six for each person." ”

So, the monk on duty carried a basket and came to the monks who lined up and gave each of them six pears.

The pears in the back mountain are more attractive, the green skin is like a thin layer of jade, a bite down, the pear juice is as sweet as honey, swallowed along the throat, it makes people resonate with the intestines, and the sweetness is endless.

Today is another hot day, and the cicadas lying on the trees can't stand the ravages of the heat devil, and they are loud and loud.

When the group of monks who were tortured by the scorching heat were in the procession, they were already salivating when they saw the green pears in the basket.

Now, when the pears were in their hands, everyone began to chew them in large gulps, and in a short time, it was like a plough sweeping the holes, and the wind swept the clouds, and if it was in the past, they had eaten the pears and threw them away. But today, all the monks bit and bit and ate and ate until there were only six small pears left in front of everyone.

This time, Elder Huaqing sat under the shade of the dense Bodhi tree and, like all the monks in the temple, ate all the six pears.

When Fa Ru finished eating all his six pears, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Originally, it was common to divide the pears and eat them, and they had to be divided several times a year, but why did Elder Huaqing attach so much importance to it this time?

Just when Fa Ru couldn't touch the edge, Elder Hua Qing suddenly stood up and said to Fa Ru, "Start ringing the bell." ”

"As the saying goes, in the temple there are morning bells and dusk drums. Why did Elder Huaqing suddenly come up with the idea of striking the bell at this noonday?" Fa Ru felt that today's events were a little strange, and asked Elder Huaqing with his head sideways, "Who is arranging to ring the clock?"

Elder Huaqing stroked his long hair and said, "All the people in the temple, whether he is a monk or a layman, whether he is old or young, all have to go to the bell tower and ring the bell six times each. ”

"Okay." Faru stood on the high platform and recited Elder Huaqing's words loudly.

After passing the word, Fa Ru returned to Elder Huaqing's side and asked, "Elder, who was the first to ring the bell?"

Elder Huaqing said to Fa Ru with a solemn expression: "You are the second senior brother in the temple, of course you should be the first to ring the bell!" ”

"Okay, good, thank you for the cultivation!" Fa Ru was full of joy, Elder Huaqing's arrangement was undoubtedly to announce to the monks of the whole temple that he was the first heir under Elder Huaqing.

The bell tower is next to the main hall, while the bell hangs on the second floor.

"Come, I'll lead you there." Elder Huaqing walked at the front, followed by Fa Ru, followed by a long queue, walking in a stream. Stepping on the wooden staircase, Faru went up to the bell tower.

A large iron bell weighing several thousand pounds hangs high on the beam of the bell tower, which is different from usual. The bell was at least five feet higher than it had been hung before, and it was impossible for a person to jump up and touch it with his hands. The hard hammer made of wood was gone.

Fa Ru looked around, his eyes searched for a while, and then asked Elder Hua Qing, "Elder, where is the bell hammer?"

Elder Huaqing shook his head slightly: "I don't know either." ”

"How can you ring the bell without a hammer?" Faru spread his hands out, looking helpless.

"If you can't knock it, don't knock it!"

Faru helplessly: "This ......"

"Next!" When Fa Ru was frustrated, Elder Hua Qing had already screamed in a slightly hoarse voice.

Following Faru was Zhida, who was also one of the top ten disciples of Dongchan Temple, and he walked to the big bell in response.

Just like the back waves of the river pushing the front waves, time does not wait, and it is unforgiving. If the bell is no longer ringing, it will be given to the next one.

The people behind were about to come up, and Faru was deflated as if he had been pierced with a ball, so he had to walk down the bell tower with a bitter face and a dejected head.

Soon, Jingda and Zhida, who were full of hope, stood under the big bell, looked at it, and sighed, like Faru, frowned bitterly, and walked down from the bell tower with a helpless face.

The other monks of Dongchan Temple walked up to the bell tower one by one with a high mood, but they lowered their heads and walked down from the other end in disappointment.

The ancient bell that has gone through hundreds of years hangs high, witnessing the dramatic scene that happened under it, silently, the atmosphere, I don't know whether it is tense or silent.

The long queue of monks was about to disappear, and Elder Huaqing raised his eyes to see that Zhang Shaofei, who was grinding rice and flour, stood silently at the end of the queue, his expression was so pious and confident.

It was Zhang Shaofei's turn, he looked at Elder Huaqing and asked in a low voice, "Elder, is it striking the bell six times?"

"Hmm." Elder Huaqing nodded, "Can you ring the bell six times?"

Zhang Shaofei nodded: "Yes." ”

Elder Huaqing: "Then you can knock it." ”

"Yes." Zhang Shaofei took out something from the pocket of the monk's robe and threw it, accurately hitting the big ancient bell hanging high in the bell tower.

"Dang!"

Then, Zhang Shaofei took out five more things in a row and threw them at the ancient bell.

"When-when-when-when-when"

Six loud and long bells rang out from the bell tower, scaring the chirping cicadas and the birds perched on the linden trees far away.

The monks of all the monasteries were surprised: "Who can ring the ancient bell?"

Faru's heart was shocked: "Can this person fly up and ring the bell with wings?" He pushed aside the crowd and hurried up to the bell tower, only to see six pears lying on the floor.

Those cracked pears, as if they had open mouths, were laughing at him, and Faru's heart was like a needle poking.

Elder Huaqing was standing aside, smiling at Zhang Shaofei with his long hair.

The bell, which was still echoing in the valley, seemed to penetrate into Faru's internal organs from his eardrums, and it shook him very badly.

In Faru's view, where are these six simple bells? This is clearly Huang Zhong Da Lu, the thunder of the heavenly drum! This is a wake-up call to yourself to seize the throne of the Wisdom Gate!