That afternoon, Qin Tiexin went to Ministry of Rites to retrieve two wooden boxes.
The lid of the box was opened, and there were two sets of brand-new monk robes folded inside.
One set is Qin Tiexin's abbot's robes, with a bright yellow background and dark silver moire. The material is thick and crisp, and the tentacles are gentle.
The other set is smaller and is Ming'an. It has a moon white background and the cuffs are embroidered with thin gold thread.
That night, he directly replied to Lin Residence.
Ming'an had already received the message from Lin Chuan and knew that both of his arms had been reattached. But he was still overjoyed to see people in person.
He rushed out from the door, walked around Qin Tiexin several times, stood up on tiptoes, and carefully touched his right sleeve. He pressed his fingers through the fabric and touched the strong arm, and then he believed it.
"Senior brother, are you really well?" he asked with his little face raised.
"Okay." Qin Tiexin raised his right hand, opened the five fingers in front of him, then closed them one by one, and moved them twice. The knuckles flexed and stretched freely, without any stiffness.
Ming'an grinned, his eyes turned into crescents. He reached out and grabbed Qin Tiexin's right hand, shook it, and shook it again, as if to confirm that the hand was really there.
Qin Tiexin told me about attending tomorrow.
Ming'an was even more happy when he heard that Zhaoming Temple was going to rebuild and asked him to wear new monk robes.
He held the set of moon-white monk robes and looked over them over and over, while his little hands touched the golden thread on the cuffs again and again.
"Zhaoming Temple, there it is again." He whispered softly, as if he was talking to himself. He added, raising his head to look at Qin Tiexin.
"Brother, do we have a family again?"
Qin Tiexin looked at him and nodded.
"Well, we have a family."
Marquis Lin and Madam Lin are also there. They heard that there will be a ceremony to open the mountain. The crown prince and the ninth prince are both going, and they both agreed to attend the ceremony tomorrow.
Madam Lin specifically asked Marquis Lin to go there early tomorrow before it is too late.
That night, Qin Tiexin rested at Lin Residence and did not return to the small courtyard.
He now has a special status, and many pairs of eyes are staring at him. Over in the small courtyard, there is also the follow-up plan of his senior brother. If possible, he will not be exposed.
It was dark the next day, so Qin Tiexin woke up Ming'an.
Ming'an rubbed his eyes and climbed out of the bed, dazedly letting Qin Tiexin put on the monk's clothes for him.
With his clothes on, he became more awake. He looked down at himself and then up at his senior brother, feeling strange.
The two sets of monk robes, one yellow and one white, are similar in style. When you wear them, you can tell that they are fellow monks.
The two went out early and rushed to Pure Light Mountain in the north of Ten Thousand Stars City.
A line of white fish belly just appeared on the horizon, and people were already gathering at the foot of the mountain.
Common people, Rogue Cultivator, and pilgrims were all in a dark crowd, lining up from the foot of the mountain to the official road, all waiting to be the first to burn incense after the mountain was opened.
Some people in the crowd stood on tiptoe and looked forward, some were holding incense candles and paper horses, and some were holding children and chattering.
There were a large number of monks and soldiers lined up outside, wearing gray robes and iron rods to separate the crowd and maintain order.
Qin Tiexin didn't go this way. He hugged Ming'an and went up another trail.
Ming'an hugged his neck and kept quiet, without making any noise.
Pure Light Mountain is not high, and the mountainside is flat, which is where the new Zhaoming Temple is.
A month ago, Qin Tiexin came to see it.
At that time, the fortifications had just started, and the ground was still full of rocks and timber. He met with the officials in charge of the construction and only made a few requests.
Don't be too big, don't be too ostentatious, and arrange it according to the original Zhaoming Temple pattern in memory.
After saying that, he left and never came back again.
Looking back now, he knew it well.
This temple is much bigger than what he wanted.
It's still dark yet, and the temple is already full of busy monks.
Ministry of Rites knows that Zhaoming Temple doesn't have many monks at the moment, so he specially borrowed a group from the royal temple to help organize today's Dharma assembly.
The monks shuttled between the temples, some placing offerings, some hanging prayer flags, and some sweeping the palace on both sides of the royal road. They were all very professional.
Qin Tiexin doesn't care, the countdown to his days here has already begun.
Ming'an is different.
He was like a bird out of its cage, looking here and there and touching here and there.
One moment I touched the pillars of the mountain gate and slid my fingers down the lotus reliefs on the pillars; the next moment I squatted on the edge of the royal road and looked at the lotus patterns carved on the stone, my little head tilted, fascinated.
Qin Tiexin let him run and slowly looked around the entire temple.
This temple is actually not that big.
Compared with the ancient temples of the royal family, which often cover hundreds of acres, it can only be considered medium to small.
What makes it better is that it is exquisite and regular, not extravagant, not empty, the courtyard is compact, and it has everything it should have.
It is neither as crude as a wild temple in the mountains nor as complex as a thousand-year-old temple.
The corners of the eaves are made of yellow colored glaze with green edges, regular and unobtrusive. When the morning light falls, a warm golden color appears on the tiles, which is not dazzling, as if it has been washed by water.
The fireworks are light, but the Zen atmosphere is strong, and there is an awe-inspiring righteousness that can calm the country and bring peace to the country.
Qin Tiexin It is clear that this temple was built according to the path of dual cultivation of Buddhism and martial arts, and the integration of Zen and martial arts.
There are regulations for chanting sutras, meditating, and offering incense, as well as supporting training for monks and soldiers, Cultivation Method study, and Law Artifact tempering.
The outer courtyard is the mountain gate, royal road, stele pavilion, guard dormitory, and pilgrim courtyard. It receives royal sacrifices, courtiers pay homage to Buddha, and also collects secular incense.
In the front yard, the Heavenly King's Hall is in the middle, with a bell tower in the east, a drum tower in the west, as well as a guest hall and a dining hall.
In the middle courtyard are the main hall, the east and west side halls, the martial arts training ground and the Law Artifact Pavilion.
Backyard, Sutra Pavilion, Zen Room, Abbot's Courtyard, and Ordination Hall.
At the far north is the forbidden area of the back mountain, the Qingxiu Cliff, the retreat cave, and the center of the temple boundary.
Qin Tiexin What I pay most attention to is the clock stand in the front yard.
The bell tower is inside the mountain gate, on the east side of the Tianwang Hall, opposite the Drum Tower in the west.
The three-layer base is folded up layer by layer, like a stacked square seal.
The platform is transparent and empty in the middle, with no extra partition walls. It is specially designed for hanging bells so that the sound of the bells can spread in all directions.
But inside, the table was empty.
Ministry of Rites remembered what he said and set aside this place specially.
"Ming'an." Qin Tiexin called out.
Ming'an was squatting in the distance looking at the stone lions. Hearing the words, he ran over and the soles of his shoes made a snapping sound on the stone slab.
"Come on, let's go up there and have a look."
"Okay."
Qin Tiexin picked up Ming'an and stepped onto the bell platform step by step. The wooden steps made a very light sound under their feet.
When we reached the highest point, there was ventilation on all sides, and the noise at the bottom of the mountain was blown away by the wind, turning it into a vague hum in the distance.
Ming'an held on to the window rail and looked down, sticking his little head out and then retracting it.
"Brother, should there be a bell here?" he asked suddenly.
He said, his voice lowered, and he dug his fingers on the window bars.
"In the past, when I heard the bell ringing in the mountains, I knew it was time to get up and recite sutras. Unfortunately, the bell was left on the mountain."
Qin Tiexin said nothing, only put his hand into the storage ring.
In a corner of the ring, the bell rested quietly. His fingers touched the rim of the clock, and the cold copper surface touched his fingertips.
He took it out.
"Look, what is this?"
A copper bell fell to the ground and made a dull sound.
The body of the bell is dark copper in color and is as tall as a person. The mouth of the bell is about five feet wide. The style is ordinary and the materials are ordinary.
Divine Sense Looking inside, the copper tire contains a lot of impurities. It is the most common brass material in the coppersmith shop in the world, and it is not even considered a spiritual material. The quality is not to mention, there are several obvious air bubbles on the edge of the bell mouth, which were left by the rush to cast before the copper material was evenly melted.
It's not Law Artifact, it's not Spirit Artifact, it's just a mortal copper bell.
But as soon as it landed, a warm and comfortable atmosphere rushed towards Qin Tiexin.
That's Power of Faith.
This bell was made by Master Huiming who has been doing good deeds for many years and saved little by little for thirty years through alms.
Hanging in Zhaoming Temple, it carried the master's kind thoughts and was recognized by the people around him. Over time, Power of Faith was born.
It was originally a good thing. But in the end, due to a conspiracy of Holy Buddha Son, it attracted the covetousness of Golden Summit Temple.
Zhaoming Temple destroyed his family overnight, and the bell also fell into the hands of monk Golden Summit Temple.
It wasn't until Secret Realm Trial, Qin Tiexin fortuitous opportunity killed Yuanshun by coincidence that he brought it back.
Even the Devil Venerable Xuanli bracelet on Ming'an's wrist was slowly purified by this clock.
According to the broken-arm theory, although the Power of Faith on the clock is now scattered, there is still a part left.
Ming'an was stunned when he saw this clock.
"This... this is..."
He rushed forward, looked left and right, and touched the clock again and again with his little hands.
The fingertips slid down the arc of the clock mouth and climbed up against the wall, as if touching an old thing that had been lost and found.
His eyes were red, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.
"Brother, where did you get it from?"
Qin Tiexin doesn't want him to know too much.
"I found it by chance." He said, "Maybe it's fate."
Ming'an raised his head, his eyes were sparkling, and there was a layer of water in them, but he couldn't hold it back.
He nodded vigorously and believed it.
"Brother, let's ring the bell, okay?"
"Not yet." Qin Tiexin shook his head, reached out and touched his head, "When the time comes, knock again."
Ming'an nodded and took a step back obediently, but his eyes were still glued to the clock and he couldn't bear to move away.
Qin Tiexin looked at this clock, but there was something else in his mind.
This bell is not just a bell.
It is related to the follow-up plan of Senior Brother Chen Xi. Whether it can succeed or not will most likely fall on it.
Although the Power of Faith has been scattered, there is still a part of it. Senior brother said that this may be one of the keys to solving the curse.
As for how to use it, senior brother didn't tell me, nor did he ask. When the time comes, he will naturally know.
On the bell platform, the morning breeze poured in from the four windows, causing the hem of Qin Tiexin's monk's robe to flutter gently.
Ming'an stood beside him, looking up at the bell that had been hung up by Qin Tiexin, his small face reflecting the dark copper light. The voices of people down the mountain came from far away, like the tide rising and then receding.
Qin Tiexin stretched out his hand and patted the clock gently.
The copper bell made a very low buzz, and then slowly dissipated in the wind.