Cultivation: Being Immortal Chapter 920

In the year 6960 of the Blue Star Xia calendar, on the Western Continent of Yuanzai Star.

Bodhisattva Changquan of Ciyuan Temple stood in a field, showing an expression of anger. The field before him, which should have been golden with harvests, was now completely dark.

Because the crops here have gotten sick, they caught an unknown disease and insect pests. We can hardly find any edible grain.

A farmer nearby is crying loudly, and even the Buddhist disciples’ comforting words do not help; chanting cannot stop hunger.

"Martial Uncle Changquan, it’s over! The crops within a thousand miles of our Ciyuan Temple have almost all failed, and it’s because of the viruses dropped by those demons."

A Buddhist cultivator flew over and spoke to Bodhisattva Changquan. He had flown nearly a thousand miles, and countless farmlands were just like this one—all ruined.

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

"Reporting to Martial Uncle, there are less than ten thousand left, which is not enough to help."

"Inedia Pills are just the simplest alchemy pills; why are there so few?"

A Buddhist cultivator said that for five years, they had faced countless attacks. Occasionally, missiles would fly down from the sky, breaking through their defenses, while the ones behind were either biochemical bombs or incendiary bombs, turning their spiritual land into ruins.

Such attacks spread across the entire Buddhist territory, not just at Ciyuan Temple. Now, the whole area of Buddhist cultivators faces a terrible situation: a great famine.

Buddhist cultivators are naturally not afraid; even the lowest-level Buddhist cultivators can survive for months without food. But what about the ordinary people? Ordinary people are the source of their faith and also provide Buddhist cultivators with disciples who have the potential for cultivation. Without countless ordinary people offering them capable disciples, what can the Buddha’s teachings achieve?

Over the past few years, enemies have continuously attacked their Buddhist cultivator disciples, and the attacks come from the sky or outer space, making them hard to defend against. Even Bodhisattvas cannot use their senses as radar all the time; they need to rest, too.

They have tried to intercept those attacks, but it is of no use. The enemies fire dozens of shells at once, and there is no way to stop them. Even if they manage to stop them, the enemies do not lose anything; they will just double the attack next time.

Therefore, the entire Buddhist territory now suffers greatly. Ordinary Buddhist cultivators do not dare to go outside, away from the protection of their formations, and can only watch helplessly as ordinary people are trampled and suffer immensely.

"Martial Uncle, what should we do? Winter is coming, and ordinary people have nothing to eat or drink, nor any warm clothing. If we don’t find a solution, our Ciyuan Temple will no longer have any followers. They will either starve to death or freeze to death, or run to the immortal sects."

A distressed Buddhist cultivator said. In five years, two-thirds of the ordinary people in their territory have disappeared. The more agile ones have already fled to the immortal sects, and those who were loyal have starved or frozen to death. Ordinary people can no longer endure it; if they cannot find a way this year, they will have no followers left.

"Are there still food and clothing coming from the immortal sects?"

Bodhisattva Changquan asked one of the Buddhist cultivators. They have deeply infiltrated the Western Continent, and many people in the immortal sects there are their spies. In the past, they smuggled a large amount of food and clothing from the immortal sects.

"It’s over, Martial Uncle, all our people have been exposed."

The man replied, "The Immortal Sect is also strictly checking for spies. They have contacted the spies several times to smuggle goods, but most of the time they got captured."

"Amitabha, this is cutting off our escape!"

Bodhisattva Changquan sighed deeply. The enemy’s actions were very well-planned, and they had blocked all their escape routes. It seemed that this time, they would have to fight to the death.

·········

"Smash it, everyone smash it!"

In the Western Continent of Yuanzai Star, Taoist Friend Di shouted loudly. A Buddhist temple in front of him had been breached, and he was yelling to destroy everything about the Buddhist Sect.

Now it was their counterattack. In recent years, Yuanzai Star had used Blue Star’s advanced technology to repeatedly destroy most of the crops within the Buddhist Sect, leaving the sect on the verge of collapse. Therefore, their Immortal Sect could not remain idle and started to counterattack the Buddhist Sect, advancing thousands of miles. They had already wiped out hundreds of such small to medium-sized temples.

"Taoist Friend Di, Taoist Friend Di."

Lin Qingwen appeared and shouted a few words, and Taoist Friend Di immediately stood before him.

"Taoist Friend Lin, what is the matter?"

"Taoist Friend Di, look, the masters of the Buddhist sect are gathering, all at Ciyuan Temple."

Lin Qingwen projected a hologram; there were many red dots near Ciyuan Temple, and more red dots were gathering around it.

"Is the Buddhist sect unable to hold on and feeling desperate?"

"That’s about right. In the past five years, we have launched over three hundred million missiles of various types, almost destroying eighty percent of the crops and forests in the Buddhist territory. Over one hundred thousand disciples of the Buddhist sect have been killed, and now they are extremely weak; they only have the option to fight back."

Lin Qingwen said that in five years, they had launched over three hundred million missiles alone, which could plow through the Buddhist land several times. This did not even include the biochemical bombs and viral bombs they had dropped, nor the attacks from high-altitude drones and the Space Battleship.

Under such intense attacks, the Buddhist sect suffered heavy losses; now, only one in ten ordinary people in their territory remained. It wasn’t that they had all been killed, but most had fled to the Immortal sect. As the saying goes, spiritual strength cannot withstand material strength; no matter how loud the Buddhist slogans are, they cannot compare to an empty stomach.

Without followers, the Buddhist sect feels somewhat powerless; every year, they cannot even fill their spots for new disciples, let alone recruit any talented ones.

The Buddhist path has reached its limit of patience. If this continues, Buddhism is sure to perish. It is better to fight back at the last moment; there might still be a chance to survive.

"Desperate attempts, huh? How many lives do they have to fight with? Taoist Friend Lin, do you have enough ammunition on your side?"

"Very much."

Lin Qingwen said. He did not build an ammunition factory on Yuanzai Star, but the transport from the rear was very smooth. He brought dozens of storage bags of ammunition at a time; he had more than enough ammunition.

"Then let’s fight! The cultivators from my Yuanzai Star are sharpening their blades, waiting for those old bald donkeys to come!"

"Ahem, Taoist Friend Di, there’s no problem with fighting, but you need to sign this order."

Lin Qingwen pulled out a contract. The warships and similar items sold by Blue Star to Yuanzai Star had already used up their original ammunition; the rest would require payment, of course, on credit.

"Why is there so much?"

"Taoist Friend Di, this is not too much. Look, your side has recaptured thousands of miles of territory this year. That costs a lot, and this money isn’t just from you; it’s from all of Yuanzai Star."

"But our Yuanzai Star Immortal Alliance has no money."

"Then we can only extend the supervision time for the teleportation array and tax collection. You won’t lose much; it’s just a thousand or two years—it will pass in the blink of an eye. The real problem is if the Buddhist Sect retaliates."

Lin Qingwen blinked innocently. "No money? That’s easy! We can use the fees and taxes from the interdimensional teleportation array as collateral. For the next fifteen hundred years, half of these earnings will belong to Blue Star. Plus, waiting a few hundred years isn’t a big deal."

"Alright, I’ll sign."

In the end, Taoist Friend Di signed. For the past ten years, the interdimensional teleportation array had brought them great income, as merchants from various planets came to trade. The first fee to be paid was for using the teleportation array, and the second was the taxes from their trade. For this reason, Yuanzai Star specially built ten foreign trade zones for interstellar merchants.

These earnings were still increasing, especially since the interdimensional teleportation array leading to the next planet was nearly complete. Once it’s finished, these earnings could double.

So, based on the current income, even if they kept only half, they would be happy because half is still a lot. Once there is no threat from Buddhist cultivators, they can earn even more.