Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Disturbed by the demonic energy, humans retreated into the Five Cities, leaving the wilderness as a haven for other creatures.

It was drizzling, and the air was filled with moisture and the smell of earth. Shen Jin and Fang Cun, their hands resting on lotus leaves, walked leisurely, with a certain elegance of a leisurely stroll.

Because it is destined to be lost, Fangcun cherishes every sound.

He reached out and caught the raindrops falling from the edge of the lotus leaf.

I sighed: "What's the difference between the sound of rain hitting banana leaves and rain hitting lotus leaves?"

Shen Jin's attitude towards Fang Cun was a bit more complicated. Whether he was called stupid or confused, no one could remain indifferent to his actions.

Her answer was quite interesting: "Those who watch the rain hitting the banana leaves stay indoors; those who listen to the rain falling on the lotus leaves walk in the rain."

"Rain falling in one place brings melancholy; rain falling in another place only slightly wets my clothes."

Fang Cun chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Everything that enters the ear comes from the heart."

Shen Jin snorted coldly: "Yes, some people are born to only listen to what they want to hear..."

And secretly mocking his concealment.

Fang Cun naturally understood the deeper meaning behind this: "Some people, since they only listen to one side of the story, will not tell everything." He frankly acknowledged the sarcasm.

"Hmph." Shen Jin quickened his pace and left the man behind.

Fang Cun took out the flute from his waist and played it softly.

This flute was naturally made by Shen Jin. Fang Cun's musicality was quite good. After just hearing a few notes, he could play a whole song.

In just two days, I was able to create my own new music.

After hearing the sound of the flute, Shen Jin slowed down her pace. Her long black hair was blown by the wind, and her hair unexpectedly echoed the melody of the song.

Compared with the other two cities, Fanyin City is more elegant.

In addition to the Buddha's light, there is another defensive weapon in the city, which is the bronze Buddhist bell hanging on the spiritual platform.

The bell was as tall as a ten-story building. A soaring dragon was carved on the top. Unfortunately, the dragon's head was welded to the bell. It didn't look like a soaring dragon, but rather a captive one.

The lower end is a seat for an eight-petal golden lotus. Because it is closest to people, it has been stroked to become round, smooth, and golden.

To reach Lingtai, one needs to walk up 108 steps, and at the end of the steps is where the Buddhist bell is.

When looking up at such a huge monster, it is inevitable to feel discouraged and feel that you are as small as an ant.

Kneeling became more respectful.

Moreover, this bell has its own legend. It is said that ten thousand years ago, this bell broke through the air and landed here, ringing when it landed.

The Buddhist chant condensed into a golden sound wave, and wherever the sound wave reached, the evil spirit disappeared. Later generations measured the range to be a full nine thousand miles.

Unfortunately, for ten thousand years, no one could hear the bell ringing. Even on the day the city was broken, the bell, known as the last hope, remained indifferent.

The survivors rebuilt the Fanyin City and changed the practice of worshipping the bell to striking it.

Those with great ambitions all carry the bell and pestle.

Why did it work ten thousand years ago but not now?

Embracing this spirit of challenge, bell-striking gradually became a distinctive ritual in Fanyin City. Before reaching adulthood, every child must carry a bell pestle and strike the bell to prove their resolve in fighting against the demonic energy.

It is a large annual coming-of-age ceremony.

Shen Jin looked around and said, "The situation of the people in Fanyin City is different from that of the other two cities."

She said it was the difference between animals kept and exhibited in zoos and those released into the wild.

Although the bell does not ring, it is a blessing that it can become a symbol of their sharpness.

They arrived at a coincidence, just in time for the coming-of-age ceremony. Shen Jin wondered if Fang Cun had calculated this in advance and arranged the itinerary specifically.

Young men and women, all dressed in white and red cloth, stood in a circle around the bell, holding various bell pestles in their hands, eager to try.

Shen Jin admired the child's sharpness for a moment, then turned his gaze to Fang Cun beside him. He happened to be dressed in white, the only difference between him and the other children who were ringing the bell was that he lacked a red cape.

"Shouldn't Saint Fang be going up to ring the bell? Why is he still standing here?"

"There's still room up there."

Fang Cun was helpless: "If I really knock on the door, the sound will hurt them. Let's wait until nightfall."

Shen Jin sighed, "Ringing the bell at night is really disturbing to the people."

"So, what does Fellow Daoist Shen mean?"

Fang Cun already had a guess in his mind. If Shen Jin was willing to help, it would be the best.

"What about sending them on an adventure?"

"Saint Monk Fang, you can't be unable to do it, right?"

Fang Cun clasped his hands together and bowed deeply: "I thank you for your kindness on their behalf."

After he rang the bell, he had no time to even think about himself. For safety, he could only try to avoid times when there were crowds. If Shen Jin was willing to protect him, he wouldn't have to worry about their safety.

Shen Jin helped him up before he bent down: "I just think it's a pity that some history is not witnessed."

As for the children who participated in it, those with talent might be able to glimpse the truth, but for most of them it just gave them something to talk about in their spare time.

In any case, just being a part of it is enough to be unforgettable and make you much luckier than others.

"It's your tolerance after all."

"Fang Cun, I didn't do anything."

Shen Jin grabbed his wrists and forcibly separated his clasped hands.

"Where's your bell pestle?"

Seeing that he had no intention of bowing, Shen Jin let him go.

Fang Cun took off the flute hanging from his waist and said, "I was planning to use it as a pestle, but the arrow is already on the string and I can't let it go."

He smiled and placed the flute into the space: "Then use me as the pestle."

"Be careful. If you break into pieces, I won't collect your body."

Fang Cun straightened his clothes, and upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said straightly: "It seems that even for my funeral, you still have to be careful."

"It's just that Fang still has unfinished business and unfulfilled wishes, and he will definitely not stop here."

Fang Cun, wearing his white robe and empty-handed, slowly walked up the stairs.

With every step he took, golden light rose, attracting everyone's admiration.

"Where did this holy monk come from? Is he going to ascend the spiritual platform?"

"Ring the bell! He wants to ring the bell, get the others over here!"

There were Buddhist disciples in Fanyin City who tried to ring the bell, but unfortunately they all returned without success.

But this could not dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

This monk looked much more majestic than the other monks. If...

Will it really work?

Even a one in ten thousand chance is enough to make them blush and their hearts beat faster.

The wails of our ancestors have traveled through eternity and are still ringing in our ears.

"Divine Bell, why can't you help our human race?"

"Why can't you show yourself and bless our human race!"

The Buddhist bell was silent, like a dead object.

Later, the people crawled out of the corpses and punched the bell.

He said, "The bell needs to be rung by someone."

"We have to kill the monster ourselves."

"My people of Fanyin City, take up your weapons, follow me, and kill!"

I don't know when, tears filled my eyes.

As if sensing something, everyone in Fanyin City stopped what they were doing. Those who were close by rushed towards the spiritual platform, while those who were far away stared intently at the location of the large clock high in the sky.

They don't know what they are waiting for...