I Became Invincible After Sweeping The Floor For 70 Years

Chapter 859: Eighteen Thousand Fate

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio     Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After Qin Chen and the others walked for a long time, they noticed what seemed to be a forest in the distance.

In the forest, there was a tall tower that reached straight into the sky like a mountain peak. Just looking at it, one’s heart trembled. It was unknown who cultivated there.

When Qin Chen and the others entered the forest, they realized that something was wrong. There were no other living beings here, only some trees and flowers.

God knows where the living beings here had gone. They walked towards the tower since they could not go around if they wanted to pass through the demon race’s forbidden ground.

This was the shortest route.

When Qin Chen and the others walked to the vicinity of the tower, they discovered a horizontal board hanging on the tower. The words “Lingyuan

Temple” were carved deep in the wood.

“Lingyuan Temple?”

Why would a Buddhist temple tower suddenly appear here?

It was almost impossible for humans to appear in the depths of the demon race’s forbidden ground. Could it be that there were demonic beasts who also believed in Buddhism?

It wasn’t impossible.

“Am I seeing things?” The big scorpion’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

This was not human territory, yet there was a Buddhist temple hereo It was even more terrifying and unbelievable than Mars crashing into the nine

Heavens and ten lands.

Lingyuan Temple was silent. It was unknown if there was anyone inside.

As Qin Chen and the others approached, the door automatically opened as if it had predicted their arrival.

The tower was extremely huge, and its building materials were all very precious divine materials that could automatically attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A bald monk walked out from the door and greeted Qin Chen and the others with an “Amitabha”.

He then said, “Patrons, please come in. Our abbot has long told us to prepare to receive you.”

The bald monk had a peaceful expression, more genuine than a real monk. Qin Chen and the others were quite puzzled, but they still followed him into the tower.

The interior of the tower was a completely different world, spanning a thousand miles. It looked like a paradise. It was likely that this was an internal space created by a mighty figure.

“Everyone, follow me.”

Qin Chen and the others walked over and entered one of the halls.

“Master, they are already here.”

A red-robed monk with some kind of light glowing behind his head smiled, “Patrons, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time! I am the abbot of Lingyuan Temple?’

Qin Chen couldn’t help but ask, “How did you know that we would come here?”

Could it be that these monks could even predict the death of Elder Xingchen?

If one thought about it carefully, it was extremely shocking. This kind of foresight ability was simply mysterious and powerful.

“Buddha said that such mysteries are not to be revealed. However, Buddha and you are fated.”

After saying that, the old monk took out a box, “If you donate money, you can obtain the fate of Buddha. It’s wonderful beyond words!”

The big scorpion’s expression turned cold.

“Old monk, are you here to ask us to pay?

The red-robed monk did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, “Amitabha, please refrain from saying such foul words. I have just said that you are fated with Buddha. This is a great opportunity that others can’t even dream of. Since there is an auspicious aura on you, you must have many treasures. The more you donate, the more opportunities you will get.” Everyone’s expressions turned ugly. It seemed that the old monk was determined to ask them to donate money.

No one believed him when he said that they could obtain as much Buddhist fate as they donated.

“May I ask how much is appropriate?” Qin Chen asked, wanting to know more information.

“If you are fated with Buddha, 18,000. Someone once donated 180,000 top-notch fated items and became a Buddha with his physical body. He could rival a quasi-emperor. A single strand of fate is equivalent to a heaven-grade natural treasure..”