Novel Full Chapter 399: All About Fate
Chapter 399: Chapter 399: All About Fate
Not far from Lu Ran and his group, in a mountain stream.
The long, azure-gray stone steps meandered up to the vermillion mountain gate.
Two weathered stone pillars stood on either side, covered in moss.
A few large characters were elegantly carved above.
On the left, it said: “The sea of suffering knows no bounds.”
On the right, it said: “Turn back and there’s the shore!”
The gatekeeping monk held a demon-subduing pestle, the copper rings on it jingling with their slight movements, creating a tinkling sound.
The gray monk’s robe was damp with morning dew, looking anything but lazy, even carrying an air of martial prowess!
It lacked any semblance of Buddhist tranquility.
The winding mountain path led upwards to the Great Buddha Temple.
Its overall scale was immense, surpassing even the Daluo Palace.
Moreover,
the entire decor was resplendent, at first glance, truly conveying a grand feeling.
And at this moment,
on the plaza in front of the Great Heroic Hall,
a large crowd had already gathered.
At a glance, there were at least hundreds or even thousands!
They knelt densely on mats, devoutly gazing at the high platform before the hall.
On the high platform, an old monk with a long white beard sat cross-legged on a mat, gazing benevolently at the crowd below.
“Today’s grand Buddhist gathering, for all the benefactors here, is your destiny.”
“However, as you all know, the current world is no longer what it used to be.”
“The consecrated Buddhist artifacts we are selling today fall under the new world rules.”
“All of which have been consecrated personally by this old monk.”
“As for the price, it remains as before.”
“We offer three tiers, the first batch sells for 998.”
“The second batch is of higher quality, with a richer Buddhist essence, priced at 9998.”
“Lastly, the best quality, personally consecrated and nurtured with Buddha Power by me, is priced at 99998.”
“Limited quantity, first come, first served.”
…
To be fair,
this old monk appeared somewhat like a Buddhist master.
But once he spoke, it felt like a live sales broadcast?
Even marking prices for Buddhist artifacts, first come, first served?
“Of course, because of the major changes in world rules, these prices must be paid with Gold Coins, not old currency,” the old monk reminded.
The people, who were initially eager to be lambs to the slaughter, suddenly found themselves dumbfounded.
It was their first time here since the new world integration.
They knew about Gold Coins,
but hadn’t acquired many yet.
Some had not even seen what a Gold Coin looks like!
Among them were quite a few wealthy individuals.
Unfortunately,
the monks had lost any interest in their money.
What they needed were Gold Coins!
From this perspective, the monks showed a bit of foresight.
Since the world became data-driven, Gold Coins became the hard currency, making old currency worthless trash!
“Master, this isn’t right, I don’t have many Gold Coins.”
“Indeed, if it’s money, I have plenty, tens of thousands easily.”
“But these Gold Coins are hard to gather.”
“Could you reserve an item for me? I’ll come back to buy once I earn enough Gold Coins?”
…
The murmuring continued below.
The old monk, of course, heard it all clearly.
He had expected this scenario for a long time.
What was needed to confirm was whether these people would still desire them.
Seeing that demand was still strong, all was well.
It didn’t matter exactly when they were sold.
Thus,
the old monk’s face relaxed into a serene smile.
He cheerfully said, “That’s all negotiable; considering that it is indeed difficult for benefactors to acquire many Gold Coins in a short time, this time, the Buddhist artifacts can be reserved; once you have enough Gold Coins, you may purchase them at your leisure.”
In brief,
today was to give you a heads-up.
From now on, work hard to gather those Gold Coins.
Gather enough Gold Coins, and it’s never too late to buy.
Otherwise,
they wouldn’t bother to gather Gold Coins.
Moreover,
only these people could purchase them.
These monks had even contacted some Professionals.
After an exciting attempt at persuasion with Buddhist artifacts, no one bought them!
Because, as Professionals, what people value are attributes.
If your item is equipment with exceptionally strong attributes, people would surely buy it.
Unfortunately,
this wouldn’t deceive Professionals.
Professionals took one glance, found no attribute pane at all, saw it as a pile of junk or plaything, and thought, what’s the use?
Therefore, selling to Professionals was not an option; not a single piece was sold.
Thus, the focus turned back to these people, urging them to gather Gold Coins.
Today’s Buddhist gathering aimed at feeling out these people’s intentions and seeing the situation.
From the looks of it,
the situation was promising!
“That’s great, that’s great, I’ll go save up Gold Coins!”
“Reserve the best one for me; make sure to keep it for me!”
“Gold Coins shouldn’t be too hard to earn.”
“Damn data-driven world, making this world so chaotic.”
“But no matter, with the protection of Buddhism, we won’t have to fear any danger!”
…
The indoctrination was quite successful!
The old monk looked benevolently at the crowd below, very satisfied.
Then,
a monk suddenly came close.
In a low voice, he said: “News came back from the Imperial Capital; Cen Yunuo wasn’t captured, and some of our disciples who went were killed.”
What?
The old monk widened his eyes, barely restraining his rage.
But considering today’s occasion, he quickly suppressed his emotions.
He only ground his teeth and whispered, “What happened? Who was the perpetrator?”
The monk responded: “It’s not clear yet, but it seems Professionals did it.”
The old monk furrowed his brow.
“This doesn’t make sense; the Professionals’ levels aren’t that high; how could they kill them?”
The monk evidently didn’t know the details and couldn’t answer.
The old monk pondered, lost in thought.
Suddenly, another monk approached.
In a whisper, he said: “There’s trouble at Daluo Palace.”
Ah?
The old monk was taken aback; trouble at Daluo Palace?
“What’s the matter? Isn’t Daluo Palace deserted? We plan to take over that mountain soon,” the old monk asked.
“That’s just it, a group went to Daluo Palace, seemingly provoked by the data-driven world, intending to forcibly demolish Daluo Palace; some of our disciples happened to be there; the specifics are unclear, but after Daluo Palace was demolished, it turned out that demons were indeed suppressed beneath the Demon-Locking Tower. Now the demons have erupted, everyone present died, including our people; hence the precise situation is unknown. Presently at Daluo Palace, those demons are spreading everywhere, and we…”
“Hurry and set up the protective barriers to prevent demons from invading the Great Buddha Temple,” the old monk urgently instructed.
The two consecutive messages left the old monk somewhat upset and confused.
How did things turn out like this?
Just when it seemed things would be lucrative with these people,
these two messages managed to ruin his mood.