In the 9690th year of the lunar calendar of Blue Star,

Changquan Bodhisattva of Ciyuan Temple in the western continent of Yuanzai Star stood in a field with an angry look on his face. The field in front of him should have been golden in the harvest season, but now, looking around, it was all black.

Because the crops here were sick, they had an unknown pest, and the harvest was almost completely gone. There was no edible grain left.

A farmer was crying loudly on the side. Even if the Buddhist disciples comforted him, it was useless. Chanting Buddha's name could not stop his hunger.

"Uncle Changquan, it's over. The food within ten thousand miles of our Ciyuan Temple is almost completely gone. It's the virus dropped by those demons again."

A Buddhist cultivator flew over and said to Changquan Bodhisattva. He flew nearly ten thousand miles, and countless farmlands were all the same as what he saw before, all completely gone.

"How many Bigu Pills are left in the temple?"

"Reporting to Uncle Master, there are less than 10,000 left, which is a drop in the bucket."

"Bigu Pills are only the lowest-level pills, why are there only so few?"

"Uncle Master, it's not just the mortal farms that are attacked, but also our spiritual fields and spiritual medicine gardens. Except for the spiritual fields inside the mountain gate of our temple, which are protected by the mountain protection formation, all other spiritual fields are finished."

A Buddhist cultivator said. For five years, for a full five years, they have encountered countless attacks. From time to time, there are several missiles flying in the sky, breaking the defense in front, and the ones behind are either biological and chemical bombs or incendiary bombs, which smashed their spiritual fields to pieces.

This kind of attack is spread all over the Buddhist territory, not just their Ciyuan Temple. Now the entire Buddhist territory is facing a very terrible thing, that is, the great famine.

Buddhist cultivators are naturally not afraid. Even the lowest-level Buddhist cultivators can survive for several months without starving to death, but what about those mortals? Mortals are the source of their faith power and the source of Buddhist cultivation. Without countless mortals to provide them with disciples with the qualifications to cultivate immortals, what can Buddhism achieve?

Moreover, in recent years, the enemy has been constantly attacking their Buddhist disciples. The attack direction is from high altitude or space, which is hard to defend. Even for Bodhisattvas, their consciousness cannot be used as radar for years and months. They always need to rest.

They have also tried to intercept those attacks, but it is useless. They can't stop dozens of shells at a time. Even if they can stop them, they won't lose anything. They will come back twice as many next time.

So now the entire Buddhist territory is very miserable. Ordinary Buddhists dare not go out. Without the protection of the formation, they can only let mortals be ravaged by the enemy and suffer terribly.

"Uncle Master, what should we do? Winter is coming. Ordinary people have nothing to eat or drink, and nothing to keep warm. If we don't come up with a solution, there will be no more believers in our Ciyuan Temple. They will either starve to death or freeze to death, or run to the Immortal Gate."

A Buddhist cultivator said angrily. In five years, two-thirds of the mortals in their territory have been reduced. The more flexible ones have already run to the territory of the Immortal Gate. The more loyal ones have already starved to death or frozen to death. Ordinary mortals can no longer bear it. If they can't come up with a solution this year, they will no longer have believers.

"Are there any more food and cloth coming from the Immortal Gate?"

Changquan Bodhisattva asked one of the Buddhist cultivators. They have infiltrated deeply in the Western Continent. Many people in the Immortal Gate in the Western Continent are their spies. They smuggled a large amount of food, cloth and other supplies from the Immortal Gate before.

"No, Uncle Master, all our people have been exposed,"

the man replied. The Immortal Gate is also strictly investigating traitors. They contacted spies several times to smuggle supplies for them, but they were caught after a few times.

"Amitabha, this is not giving us a way out."

Changquan Bodhisattva sighed. The enemy's actions were very careful and had blocked all their retreat routes. It seemed that this time, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

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"Smash it all!"

A fellow Taoist in the western continent of Yuanzaixing was shouting. A Buddhist temple in front of him had been breached. He was shouting that he wanted to destroy everything in Buddhism.

Now it was their counterattack. In the past few years, Yuanzaixing used the scientific and technological means of Blue Star to destroy most of the crops in the Buddhist territory year after year, making the basic base of Buddhism almost in a state of collapse. Then their immortal sect could not sit idle and began to counterattack Buddhism. They had advanced tens of thousands of miles. They had also destroyed hundreds of small and medium-sized Buddhist temples like the one in front of them.

"Didi Daoyou, Didaoyou"

Lin Qingwen appeared, and after shouting a few words, Didaoyou immediately appeared in front of Lin Qingwen.

"Lin Daoyou, what's the matter?"

"Didi Daoyou, look, the masters of Buddhism are gathering, gathering at Ciyuan Temple."

Lin Qingwen released a holographic projection, and there were many red dots near Ciyuan Temple, and more red dots were gathering near Ciyuan Temple.

"Is Buddhism unable to hold on, and is it going to jump off the wall?" "

Almost. In the past five years, we have launched more than 300 million missiles of various types, almost destroying 80% of the crops and forests in Buddhism, and sniped more than 100,000 Buddhist disciples. Now Buddhism is extremely weak, and they have no choice but to fight desperately."

Lin Qingwen said. In five years, they have launched more than 300 million missiles of various types, which can plow the territory of Buddhism back and forth several times, not counting the biological and chemical bombs and biological virus bombs they dropped, and some other high-altitude cruise drones and space battleships.

Under such a strong attack, the Buddhist sect suffered heavy losses. Now only one in ten ordinary people in the Buddhist sect survived. It was not that they were all killed, but most of them fled to the immortal sect. As the saying goes, spiritual power cannot withstand material power. No matter how loud the Buddhist slogans are, they cannot beat hunger.

Without believers, the Buddhist sect feels a little powerless. Every year, they can't even recruit enough disciples, let alone recruit genius disciples.

The Buddhist sect has reached the limit of its endurance. If it continues like this, the Buddhist sect will definitely die. It is better to fight back before death, maybe there is still a way to survive.

"Fight to the death, hum, how many lives do they have to fight, Fellow Daoist Lin, do you have enough ammunition here?"

"Very enough,"

said Lin Qingwen. He didn't build an ammunition factory on Yuanzaixing, but the transportation from the rear was very smooth. He brought dozens of storage bags of ammunition at a time. He had plenty of ammunition.

"Then let's fight. The immortal cultivators of Yuanzaixing are also sharpening their knives, waiting for the old bald donkeys to come up."

"Ahem, fellow Daoist, it's no problem to fight. You have to sign this order."

Lin Qingwen took out a contract. The warships and other things that Blue Star sold to Yuanzaixing had already been used up. The ammunition they were equipped with had long been used up. The rest of the things cost money, of course, they were also sold on credit.

"Why is it so much?"

"Fellow Daoist, this is not much. Look, you have recovered thousands of miles of territory this year. How much money is here? And this money is not paid by you alone, but by the entire Yuanzaixing."

"But our Yuanzaixing Immortal Alliance has no money either."

"Then we can only extend the supervision time of the teleportation array and taxation. You won't lose anything. It's just one or two thousand years. It will pass in the blink of an eye. It will be a big deal if the Buddhist sect counterattacks."

Lin Qingwen blinked innocently. If there is no money, that's easy. Use the tolls and taxes of the cross-border teleportation array as collateral. Now half of the income of these two items in the next 1,500 years will belong to Blue Star. Adding a few hundred years is not a big deal.

"Okay, I'll sign."

The Taoist friend finally signed. Over the past ten years, the cross-border teleportation array has brought them huge income. The first money that merchants from various planets have to pay is the use fee of the cross-border teleportation array, and the second is the tax brought by their trade. Yuan Zaixing has specially built ten foreign trade zones for this purpose, which are specifically used by foreign merchants.

These two incomes are still increasing, especially the cross-border teleportation array from Yuan Zaixing to the next planet is about to be built. Once it is built, these incomes may double.

So according to the current income, even if only half is left, they are very happy, because half, the number is also a lot, and when there is no threat from the Buddhist cultivators, they can earn more.