The Call of a Bell

We left the building of the temple behind us, walking along the gravel pathways. Around us was the serenity of the forests and the well tended pools and gardens. In the distance, the pagoda of another structure emerged luring us with the golden shine of its top.

As we approached, the deep, resonating toll of a gong rang across the fields, fading in the wind. The clang repeated a few more times and as we turned a copse of trees we saw the shrine of its origins.

Before it, stood the statue of a priest, ready to cleanse all evil thoughts and spirits with the sound of the large bell.