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Whose turn is it to ring the bell today?
Ringing the bell is an opportunity to practice skills, especially Iron Head Kung Fu.
Therefore, the four disciples took turns ringing the bell every day.
Of course, not with a mallet, but with your head!
Long Yan had spent ten years at Shaolin Temple, ringing the bell thousands of times, and his Iron Head Kung Fu had reached a state of perfection.
In the first few years, ringing the bell would give me a headache.
But as I practiced, I lost the feeling.
Stubborn!
Hard enough!
Splitting bricks and breaking stones is no problem at all!
Long Yan even doubted whether his Iron Head Technique could stop bullets.
However, I wasn't entirely confident, since I hadn't actually tried it before.
If it succeeds, great; if it fails, that's disastrous.
“Master, it’s Xiaowen’s turn today.”
Uncle Da grabbed Xiao Wen, who was trying to back away, and carried him up the clock tower.
Xiaowen gave up struggling, her chubby face contorted into a bitter expression.
He dislikes ringing bells the most!
What a headache!
Moreover, Xiao Wencai had only been with the Shaolin Temple for less than a year, and his kung fu skills were not yet up to par.
They also like to slack off and have the lowest ability.
Compared to Xiaolong of the same age, he is more than a hundred times worse.
“When your senior brother Long Yan was your age, he had already mastered Iron Head Kung Fu.”
Uncle Da tried to teach Xiao Wen to be more proactive and as diligent as Long Yan.
Long Yan, who is both talented and hardworking, is a role model for almost everyone in Wulong Academy.
In fact, Long Yan didn't think he was particularly diligent; he just practiced his skills normally, just like everyone else.
It's just that because they are highly talented, their efforts are easily rewarded.
Over the past ten years, his martial arts skills have improved rapidly.
Remarkable progress has been made.
Uncle Da led Xiao Wen up the clock tower and began to ring the bell.
Because Xiaowen is too short to reach the big bell,
So Uncle Da had to lift Xiao Wen up and use his body as a mallet to strike the bell with his head!
Dang~~~
The ancient bell emitted a long, resonant sound that echoed throughout the entire Wulong Temple, creating a sense of ritual.
Dang~~~
Xiaowen had to knock fifty times in total, and her face showed signs of struggle and a headache.
Master Changmei also entered the bell tower, sat cross-legged under the ancient bell, and began to strike the wooden fish and chant sutras.
"Master..."
Long Yan wanted to stop it because he knew the plot of Oolong Courtyard: the ancient bell was old and dilapidated and might fall, making it dangerous to stay underneath.
Unfortunately, it couldn't be stopped.
Moreover, he had reminded Master Long Eyebrows many times before to have the bell tower repaired.
However, Master Changmei had never been in trouble during his ninety years at Wulong Temple, so he never paid any attention to it.
Dang~~~
"Forty-nine..."
"Fifty……"
Uncle Da held up Xiao Wen while he rang the bell, counting as he went, to supervise and make sure his junior apprentice Xiao Wen didn't miss a single rang.
After slamming him fifty times, Uncle Da put Xiao Wen down.
Xiao Wen rubbed his aching head, which was buzzing, and pointed at the ancient clock, complaining:
"Dead bell! Broken bell! Just rot away! I really want to smash you!"
No sooner had she spoken than, thanks to Xiaowen's jinxed prediction,
The ancient bell wobbled precariously and broke off from the top of the bell tower, crashing down.
Master Long Eyebrows looked up and, before he could run, he was hit by the falling object.
this moment,
He truly regretted not listening to his apprentice Long Yan's advice and spending money to repair the clock tower.
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There was a roar,
Accompanied by screams...
Master Long Eyebrows was hit by the falling ancient bell and sank into the wooden floor.
Fortunately, the ancient bell is hollow inside, so it will not cause any real damage.
Moreover, Master Changmei's bones and muscles are quite strong, making him less prone to injury.
"Oh no! Master, are you alright?"
Uncle Da and Xiao Wen stood on the clock tower and looked down. Master Changmei had been trapped under the ancient bell, with only his legs showing.
Long Yan wasn't worried, because he knew the plot well and that Master Changmei wouldn't get hurt.
as predicted,
The voice of the Long-Browed Master emanated from the ancient bell, strong and resonant, yet filled with anger, as he rebuked:
"Xiaowen, I won't allow you to jinx things anymore!"
If it weren't for Xiao Wen's jinx, the ancient bell might not have fallen.
"Thank goodness, he can still speak. It seems Master is alright."
Uncle Da breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please help me out!"
Master Long Eyebrows begged his disciples for help. Although he was not injured, he was trapped under the heavy ancient bell, which was dark and uncomfortable.
"Master, I will move the bell to save you right away."
Uncle Da walked over, stretched out his hands, and tried to lift the ancient bell.
However, the ancient bell was far too heavy, weighing at least a thousand kilograms, or a ton.
Uncle Da exerted all his strength, his face contorted, and he almost strained his back.
It only caused the clock to shift slightly by a tiny crack.
However, there was no way to get Master Long Eyebrow out of there.
"Senior Brother, let me help you."
Xiao Wen stretched out his chubby little hand, pretending to help, to make amends for his mistake.
But with his strength, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree!
It's just a formality!
"I'll help too."
Xiao Long also went over to help move the ancient bell.
He was really putting in the effort!
It used every ounce of its strength!
Don't let Xiaolong's age of six fool you; he has considerable talent in martial arts and is indeed quite skilled and strong.
She's much better than Xiaowen.
Thanks to Xiaolong's arrival, the ancient bell was able to move slightly more.
unfortunately,
The opening was still too small; Abbot Long Eyebrows couldn't get out.
"No, Master, we've tried our best, but we really can't move this bell."
Uncle Da gave up, panting heavily from exhaustion; strength wasn't his forte.
"Quickly, go and call for reinforcements! Get more martial monks over here!"
Master Long Eyebrow urged him on, not wanting to stay inside for even a moment longer; his old bones couldn't withstand any more torment.
Just as Uncle Da was about to go and call for help,
Long Yan walked over silently.
Grasp the bottom of the ancient bell with both hands, use your waist to lift one corner of the bell.
A gap half a meter wide was exposed!
"Junior brother, I didn't know you were hiding your strength! You're so powerful!"
Uncle Da saw the bulging muscles on Long Yan's body, which exuded a sense of power.