In the primitive society, the bell was an extremely important ritual vessel. At that time, it was made of wood, bamboo or clay. After the Bronze Age, it was uniformly used to cast bronze bells.
The so-called Zhongming Dingshi, the king's power is supreme.
In the original Taoist culture, this artifact was rarely mentioned. Later, Buddhism was introduced to China and quickly localized, and the bell was regarded as one of the symbols of the temple. Morning bells and evening drums, the Vatican Palace and the Immortal Palace, the respect of ghosts and gods is secluded, adding a lot of mysterious atmosphere to the lotus Buddha world.
Then Taoism was born, and gradually began to use bronze bells, called Taoist bells.
Kunlun, Yuxu Palace.
Yuxu has seven floors, over a thousand houses, and criss-cross courtyards and corridors. It is complicated and complicated. Looking around, it is a magnificent and magnificent 3D three-dimensional world, which is even more Chongqing than Chongqing.
The only place where the field of vision is open and can be completely looked at is the top of the seventh floor. Further up, there are lingering clouds, the sun and the moon alternate, and the stars can be picked by hand.
Gu Yu was at the top, refining the unique magic bell.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
With a shake of the Qiankun bag, countless red ores were thrown into the halo in front of him like water and money. The color of the halo changed, and the breath churned, like a bottomless abyss, digesting the ore in a moment.
Lao Gu took another shot, and another tens of thousands of black spirit mines were thrown in, as if adding furnace to make steel, no expense was spared.
This is just the beginning, he has prepared a total of thirty-six Qiankun bags, numbered them in order, and each one is filled with precious materials that are enough to make people crazy.
Strictly speaking, this bell no longer belongs to the realm of the human world. If it is taken to the soul world or to the blessed land of the cave, it will still have dignity.
Gu Yu prepared very well, it took seven to forty-nine days, and the consumption of mana was huge, including refining and intermediate breath adjustment. His face was calm, only his eyes could see a trace of seriousness and solemnity in his heart.
He threw in three bags of materials, then stopped for a while, waving his hands, mixing spiritual thoughts and mana, as thin as silk, smooth as water, and kneading the embryo of the big clock bit by bit.
The green snake, who likes to sleep on the seventh floor, has long avoided it and huddled with Changsheng, Susu and others on the first floor, staring at it eagerly.
"Even Yuxu is shaking, how powerful is this big clock?" Jiu Ru hugged Fat Brother and raised his head in amazement.
"It is said that it is the inheritance left by the real Yang Xi, but it is a lot of luck, we can't get in the way, just don't make trouble." Zheng Kaixin said so, but his face was full of envy.
"Luck... well, I think back then when the spiritual energy was revived and many families were destroyed. I stayed in the countryside of Sanping and witnessed the tragedies in the world. I thought it was the end of the world. Later, Yulan Zhu tricked me into the No. 1 door in the world, and I thought it was a female channel Marysu. Later, the spiritual energy stabilized, everything was waiting to be done, the order was restored, and he became an urban cultivator again. Unbelievable, after twenty-five years, the higher the realm, the more the truth is discovered. We strive to live forever, with all sincerity, and finally It is to imitate the sages and seek the immortals to obtain the Tao."
An Susu blinked, slowly talking about her journey as a supporting actress. Coupled with her small face of vermicelli in clear soup, it looks weird no matter how you look at it.
Hiss!
The others trembled in unison, and unconsciously moved a few steps away, feeling terrible.
After being quiet for a while, Jiu Ru suddenly said: "Actually, I am very envious of my father's affection for my mother. To be able to do this is the first time in the world of cultivation."
"well… "
But Chang Sheng sighed inexplicably, and muttered: "Dad does this, being a son is very stressful."
"I've heard from Master that when the two of them revealed their true intentions back then, the Dao Xin established by a real person is seven words." Zheng Kaixin said with a smile.
"Which seven words?" The appetites of several people instantly whetted.
"I also ask for longevity and I also ask you."
"..."
The few people were stunned, savoring these seven words carefully, begging for longevity and begging you, probably this is the promise of being together forever.
…
Not to mention how the juniors complained, just talk about Gu Yu's refining device.
Before I knew it, a month had passed. During this period, he not only had to ensure the normal operation of the program, but also had to take the air to recover. He stayed up day and night, spending his mana like a tide, to fill the bottomless stomach of the giant beast.
No wonder it is a super-grade magic weapon, and ordinary gods can't handle it.
"Whizzing!"
Twenty-eight of the thirty-six Qiankun bags have been empty, and it has entered the final stage. After Gu Yu finished adjusting his breath, he threw in a large amount of materials, and the faint outline of a giant bell appeared in the halo, which seemed real and unreal.
Before the Tang Dynasty, most bronze bells were straight.
That is, the top and bottom are smooth and straight, the bell mouth is not carved, and the whole looks like a vibrating egg with one head missing... Hey, this metaphor is super vivid.
During the Tang and Song Dynasties, the bronze bells became shallow waves, and the whole thing was more about arc lines.
During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it was the "trumpet-shaped" bell mouth that we now imitate in large numbers.
Yang Xi was born in the Jin Dynasty, and the casting of bells must conform to the aesthetics of that era. Gu Yu is a modern person, so of course he can be as good-looking as possible. Under his control, he combines the characteristics of Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, which is both simple and elegant, yet exquisite and meticulous.
Time passed day by day, and soon, seventy-seven forty-nine days will be full.
Gu Yu picked up the last Qiankun bag, which contained the pebbles of Yin soil. The energy contained in the pebbles is huge and active, frightening, one can equal the sum of the three souls and seven souls of an ordinary person.
Because of this, it can be used as the main material.
He weighed the small Qiankun bag, guided by his divine sense, and the broken stones rushed out like rain, all submerged in the halo.
boom!
The halo trembled suddenly, like pouring a large barrel of gasoline into a bonfire, it instantly expanded several times, and the breath was so strong that the seven-story building trembled, as if it was in danger.
Gu Yu didn't dare to be negligent, he quickly refined and fused, and infiltrated the pebble essence into the giant clock little by little.
This practice lasted for several days.
The halo became thinner, but the illusory clock became more real, with a full sense of weight. The embryo is firm, with clear layers, and the overall structure has been completed, but it is still a little bit short.
"..."
Gu Yu paused, and then took out something from his sleeve, but it was a fine porcelain wine cup, old and worn, with a crack on the rim.
Both of his parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandfather. Grandpa taught him how to make incense and reason, and the kindness of upbringing is beyond heaven, and he is the closest relative.
After the old man passed away, there were no other relics left, except this favorite wine cup. It was originally a serious antique with two cups in one pot, but it was searched during the flood of humanity, and it took a desperate effort to hide one.
Almost every night, grandpa would make incense first, and after making incense, he would drink a few sips of wine, sit on the kang and sway, enjoying it completely—this picture became the deepest memory of his childhood.
Later, Gu Yu practiced Taoism, and his realm improved rapidly. He also tried to summon the soul of his grandfather, and wanted to see him again. Unexpectedly, he has been dead for a long time, and his soul has been scattered for a long time, and he has been reincarnated as a human being.
He took the wine cup with him and kept it as a memory.
Speaking of it, there is nothing special about this object, it just entrusts a trace of the worldly thoughts of immortals.
"..."
Gu Yu looked at the wine cup repeatedly, sighed secretly, and finally threw it out with his hand, and then he trembled suddenly, as if there was also a mysterious and mysterious thing, and threw it into the big bell.
boom!
The gigantic clock, which was originally lifeless, seemed to have suddenly come to life, shed three thousand dust, and glowed with a mysterious brilliance. It seems that there is a spirit, a soul, and a trace of Dao rhyme that blends with heaven and earth.
"It's done?"
"It's done?"
"It's done!"
The people below reacted immediately, and flew up to the seventh floor slowly, and then all stood still, staring at the thing in front of them without moving.
The bell is twelve feet high, and the largest diameter is five feet. It stirs the clouds, like a pillar of the sky, with a gray and simple luster, and a thick and long-lasting breath.
At the top is the Jun Diao Shou, and then the Dragon Head and Pulao (Dragon Claws). There are four dragon claws, which hold the big clock tightly like roots and serve as the bell buttons for bearing the weight.
The outer wall of the bell body is seamless and natural, with seven hoop diameters from top to bottom, seven wide bands around the waist, and a sunflower-shaped hammer navel in the middle, plus multiple vertical diameter lines to form a massive frame.
In each frame, densely packed words are engraved, but it is "The Method of Food Six Qi" and "The Art of Illusion".
Gu Yu didn't have time to respond, and with a wave of his sleeves, a three-story bell tower with four corners and a roof was erected on a protruding cliff. The giant clock flew away and hung firmly upstairs.
He took out another thing, thick and long, with a curved tail and a slightly raised head. It was the bell vertebra used to strike the bell.
The ancients said: "The Son of Heaven rides on the luan cover, chimes the whale bell, clears the zodiac, and leaves the purple palace."
Whale clock means that the bell cone should be made into the shape of a whale for the sake of honor and auspiciousness. Of course, Gu Yu is a real whale, who snatched a big fish from Xiao Jinjin and refined it into a bell vertebra.
Everything is neatly arranged, and the bell tower stands on the highest point of the heavy building, which can be seen from anywhere.
"Dad, is the clock ready to strike?"
Jiuru ran over bouncingly, eager to get a blood.
"Not yet, I'm going to retreat and adjust my breath, and I'll talk about it in seven days."
After the words fell, he disappeared, and everyone pouted, all they could do was suppress the commotion in their hearts.
Seven days later.
Gu Yu called everyone together, with a hint of uncertainty in his expression, he said: "Although the bell is perfected, it still needs a lot of movement to ring. This method, left by Ren Yiyun is very vague, I can only figure out a rough idea."
He paused, and continued: "I will go out of my body with the spirit of the treasure bell, and walk eastward with a trace of aura. You stay here and prepare to ring the bell."
"Then when shall we knock?" Jiu Ru said.
"I walked a mile, and you knocked, and the sound can only be heard for one mile in the future. I walked a thousand miles, and you knocked, and the sound can be heard for thousands of miles in the future. In other words, it all depends on your own estimation."
"..."
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, suddenly feeling extremely stressed.
Chang Sheng asked: "Then you give us a piece of data, we can calculate the speed and time, and then we can know where you have been."
"It's not that simple. My Yuanshen took Zhong Ling out of my body, and I don't know what will happen. But I'm sure, we shouldn't be able to communicate."
"Tsk, Yang Xi is so full that he tinkered with this thing. Does it make sense? Does it make sense?" Jiu Ru was very upset.
"alright!"
Gu Yu rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Gu Xiu has his own reasons for keeping this method. Don't overburden yourselves, just do whatever you want. I'll go first."
After all, he is like a frozen frame, his body is dead and still, his soul is out of his body, wrapped in a trace of the aura of a big bell, he shoots out of Yuxu and disappears without a trace.