The reason why Jinsha Temple remains standing is that outsiders think it is a peaceful place and is respected by others. But if you hear the reason, it's hard to believe it.
A long time ago, there was a wealthy family, but the children in the family did not like swords and guns, and did not get involved with merchants. They were immersed in eating fast and chanting Buddha day and night, and the family had no objection. Later, he met a passing monk by chance and found that he was quite intelligent, so he introduced him to a temple to become a lay disciple and concentrate on his practice. He immersed himself in the superior Buddhism day and night, and was finally about to attain enlightenment. However, he could not let go of his long absence from his hometown, so he went down the mountain to return home to fill the void.
But when he stood far away at the door of his home, he found that the originally brightly lit compound was now filled with firelight, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. He was frightened and rushed home in a hurry.
He saw the corpses of the family, old and young, lying on the ground in a mess, and the house was in a mess. It had obviously been looted. The bottom line in his heart suddenly collapsed, and he began to question his efforts to cultivate kindness for so many years.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a faint cough in the back room. He hurried over and found that it was a coachman at home. Because of his strong body, he could barely support himself. When he saw the young master coming back, That kind of support could no longer hold on, and after telling him the reason for the incident, he died.
It turned out that a few days ago, a group of pedestrians in shabby clothes passed by their house. Under the influence of the young master, the family members were very charitable, so they took them home and entertained them. But they didn't expect that this was a group of bandits who came down from the mountain. This kind of kindness would lead to disaster. After this group of bandits returned, they told the leader about the situation in his home, and that day they took advantage of the darkness and looted their home.
This huge blow made him no longer have any desire for life. He was in panic all day long, drinking to drown his sorrows. That day he passed by a yizhuang, which happened to be sunset. Beyond that, there were deep mountains and dense forests, and the howls of wild beasts could be heard from inside. Calling, he paused here.
Because he was drunk, he hastily found a dry place by the window and fell asleep. When he slept until midnight, he was almost awake from the wine. He suddenly heard the patter of rain coming from around him, and wanted to get up and move a few steps into the house.
But when he opened his eyes and looked out the window, there was a trace of raindrops. Maybe he heard it wrong. Just when he turned around to go back, there was a pattering sound in his ears again, and it seemed like someone was whispering and tapping their nails on the table. He couldn't help but feel horrified, realizing that he was the only one in this room, and the sound came from another room.
This righteous village is the righteousness of morality. It was originally a place for traveling monks, scholars rushing to take exams, and passing businessmen. However, often due to wars, corpses cannot be buried. Sometimes they cannot even afford a coffin, so they can only temporarily place the corpse in a charity village. With this coming and going, the living people dare not approach it, and it has become a resting place for the dead.
But this time, because he was emboldened by wine, he fell asleep. If he fell asleep the next morning, he would at most be in a hurry and be a little scared. At this time, when he woke up in the middle of the night, there was a faint green light flickering in the mountains and forests. He could not tell how many wild animals were waiting for the rations to be delivered to his door. He could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth.
But it was so quiet outside that the pitter-pattering sound was very obvious, as if every knock vibrated in his chest. He hugged his body tightly and sat in the corner, but did not dare to close his eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, a pair of cold, dry hands would touch his cheeks. Just when he was in a daze, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing by his ears, and something crawled onto his cheeks. top of head.
He jumped up with a frightened cry and found a hole in the wall, letting in the moonlight and blowing in the evening breeze. The thing above his head turned out to be a huge rat. This mouse has long been accustomed to crawling on dead people. Who expected it to be a living person this time? It was also startled, squeaking strangely, and fled to the other side of the room.
He only heard a shrill wail, and the giant rat became silent. His heart was beating wildly. He was afraid that the thing next door would drop by to visit him, so he quickly offered his greatest support: "Amitabha, don't be surprised. The young monk is just staying for one night, don't be nervous..." He muttered and recited.
People will always do some inexplicable death-seeking behaviors at critical moments. After his mood eased a little, he developed a desire to find out. He quietly approached another house. He looked inside along the door and found that the house In the middle, there was a coffin placed neatly, but the coffin was not big, measuring three feet long and two feet wide. Could it be that there was a baby inside that had died prematurely.
He accidentally walked into the house without knowing what temptation he had received, and found that the big rat had been bleeding to death from all its orifices. He was startled, took two steps back, stumbled and bumped into the coffin. The lid of the coffin seemed to be made of paper and was knocked to the side, and the rattling sound inside the coffin became even more obvious. He was so frightened that he quickly stepped aside, but nothing happened. So he boldly walked to the coffin and was stunned.
In the middle of the previous coffin, wrapped in gold and jade silk, was a copper bell about two feet long with a handle. The wood around it was cracking because of dryness, as if someone was knocking on it. This coffin was originally a box to hold things, but in the righteous village, it was subconsciously mistaken for a coffin, which made an mistake.
He reached out to pick up the copper bell, held the handle and shook it, but found that no matter how hard he shook it, there was no sound, so he had no choice but to give up and prepare to put it back where it was. But at this moment, I suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside the house, and before I knew it, it was already bright.
"Damn it, I can't help but spend this money. I've only been enjoying it for a few days and I'm going to be hungry again!"
"It's not like you were gambling, otherwise the money would last at least ten days and a half!"
"Go, go, say it as if you didn't gamble, but think about what you will do today, right?"
"I heard that the young master of the family we destroyed last time is still alive. I wonder if he knows where their treasury is?"
"Where is the treasury? It's all burned to the ground, and I don't see any treasures, eh?" As the man was talking, he suddenly saw in front of him a young man in shabby clothes, holding a copper bell in his hand, and carrying a package. People, "Where are you beggars? Go away, don't delay me from getting rich!"
"It's you bastards!"
"Yo? It can't be such a coincidence, right? Are you that young master? Why did it become like this? Hahaha, grab it for me! There must be something good in his package!"
After saying this, the group of people rushed forward like a swarm, kicked him to the ground, punched and kicked him, and the remaining few snatched his package. After opening it with joy, they found that it was only monk robes and cassocks, "Bah! What's the matter? Your family is in ruins and you want to be a monk? Hahaha! I think it's better for us to send you on your way. You hurry up and reincarnate with your family!"
Hearing this, the grief in his heart surged into his heart again, his eyes couldn't stop crying, and the hand holding the copper bell trembled crazily...
"What's the sound?" The bandit frowned and covered his ears, "Which of you is ringing the bell? It's so annoying! Stop it!"
The person next to him also covered his ears desperately, as if in great pain, and said: "Brother! It's this kid! He's holding a copper bell in his hand..."
The bandit hurried forward and kicked the copper bell in his hand. The bell flew to the side with a click, leaving only a handle in the young man's hand. The bandit was just about to feel proud when he saw the copper bell rising up in the wind and turning into a copper bell with a roaring sound. He was instantly shocked to the point of bleeding to death. And none of the remaining bandits could escape this fate.
The handle of the young man's hand turned into a soul-chasing shovel. He stood up tremblingly and chopped each person's body into flesh. The soul was completely shattered by the shovel, and both body and soul were destroyed. There is no way to reincarnate. The young man who came back to his senses vomited for a while until his mouth was sour, and then he stopped. He finally got used to the miserable situation in front of him. He used a soul-chasing shovel and wrote a few big words on the ground with blood -
"Monk Killing Life, come here for a visit!"
Then he walked to the copper bell, stretched out his hand, and the copper bell turned into a bell again, and combined with the soul-chasing shovel to form an inconspicuous copper bell. Looking at the copper bell, the life-killing monk let out a sad laugh, and he shaved off the bell. He put on his hair, put on his cassock, and said loudly as he walked.
"The most evil body, kill me, Hong Zhong! All evil souls will be smashed and shoveled down! Those who are evil and evil, please call the monk! Kill as you please, and live with ease!"
From then on, wherever there were people who did evil things and burned, killed and looted, there would be a burst of bells, and after the bells, eight big characters would be left. For a time, the world experienced a brief period of peace. However, even if there were no bandits and bandits, there would still be bad government, heavy taxes, and disguised deprivation, which would lead to people being in dire straits. This brief period of peace was just a facade.
Later, I don’t know what happened, but the killing monk suddenly disappeared, and there was a temple in the mountain called the "Forbidden Killing Temple". And there are always young people who don't know the importance and want to establish their authority based on this. But every time outsiders break into the Forbidden Killing Temple, they will always feel the roar of the bell, which may cause them to lose their consciousness or bleed to death. From then on, no one dares to challenge the majesty of the Forbidden Killing Temple.
Years passed, in order to eliminate the murderous atmosphere of the Forbidden Temple, later generations replaced it with the name Jinsha Temple. Although the pronunciation is the same, Jinsha Temple gives people a sense of "golden light shines all over the world, and great love is like sand." Feeling, although only two words were simply changed, it somewhat enhanced the sense of persuasion.
"Then Master, do you mean that this big bell is... the bronze bell of the Patriarch of Slayer?" Hearing this, Yuan Hua couldn't help but take a few steps back, thinking that he used to often fight around the big clock, and couldn't help but feel scared.
"Of course."
"Then Master, where is the shovel of the Patriarch?" Yuan Hua asked in a whisper, feeling a little bad.
"Your that."
