Boom!!! At the peak of Tai Mountain, there is a temple. Inside, a deadbeat monk ran to a gazebo hanging off the cliff, pulled a rope towards the mountain and sea, and smashed a wooden pillar hammer heavily against a gigantic hanging bronze bell.
The sound, dull and drawn-out, floated through the void, strolled across the earth, and finally reverberated clearly.
The sound of time moves heaven and earth, the mountain and sea resonate with undertones.
PS: All of the above is a cultural description, pretending to be artsy—actually, it's a brutally bloody and inhumane swing of a hammer!
