Chapter 899 Tianyin Temple Crisis

A few days passed in a flash, and faced with the huge risk of becoming a permanent vegetable, many players chose to continue waiting and watching.

On the contrary, the authorities could not abandon those who were in a coma, so they sent tens of thousands of soldiers to join the game.

Ye Fan was also eager to produce more excellent cannon fodder, and he mobilized these tens of thousands of places in the blink of an eye.

Currently, there are less than 10 players willing to enter the game, excluding those sent by the official.

Ye Fan saw that this was not acceptable, so he immediately issued a notice.

As long as the players enter the game, they can receive a subsidy of 10 yuan. If they unfortunately fall into a coma, Tiandao Game Company will subsidize them another 20 yuan.

As the saying goes, there is always a brave man when there is a reward from all the people. Soon the number of players logging into the game rose to 150 million.

Ye Fan felt a little depressed, and cursed in his heart that most of the players were cowards who didn't even take the money placed in front of them.

There are tens of millions of players, but only 150 million are willing to enter the game. This ratio is quite disproportionate.

Before officially entering the copy world, Ye Fan opened the exchange option, which contained a wide variety of weapons that existed in all walks of life in reality.

Almost all the personnel coming from the military exchanged their weapons for the ones they were most familiar with in reality, and they were obviously more cohesive than other scattered player teams.

After everything was prepared, Ye Fan, sitting in the office of the president of Tiandao Game Company, looked at the virtual map in front of him and directly selected a place as the players' birth point.

The major forces that were holding a celebration meeting at Qingyun Sect were now toasting each other, and there was no sign that they were once enemies.

The leader of the Ghost King Sect, Wanwanwang, raised a wine glass and toasted Taoist Master Daoxuan next to him.

"Thanks to Brother Daoxuan's planning and timely notification to the heroes of the world, the extraterritorial demons were not able to successfully invade."

However, at this lively banquet, all the monks could only watch others eat and drink meat, which made some young monks drool at the smell of meat.

Master Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple, who had the highest status among all the monks, chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, for those of us who have left home, meat and wine are poisonous to the intestines and must not be touched.

If anyone breaks the precepts today, they will be severely punished later. Everyone should be patient and don’t let others see the joke of our Buddhist sect.”

At this moment, a golden light flew over and landed steadily in front of the masters of Tianyin Temple.

When the golden light faded, everyone was surprised to find that it was actually a demon-subduing pestle.

Master Puhong's expression became serious. This demon-subduing pestle was not a lethal magic weapon. It was mainly used to convey important information.

Others also looked over curiously. They all wanted to know what news was sent from Tianyin Temple.

Master Puhong was not afraid of others knowing his secrets. After all, he was upright and had nothing to fear. It was impossible that any of his disciples had secretly done something immoral and aroused the wrath of heaven and man while they were resisting the extraterritorial demons.

If that were the case, then he might have to hold a meeting to purge his disciples.

After Puhong pressed the switch at the bottom of the demon-subduing pestle, paragraphs of text began to appear in the void.

'Report to the abbot, the demons from outside the domain have suddenly attacked Mount Xumi. Please come back to help quickly. The enemy is fierce and the mountain protection formation can no longer hold out!'

The monks from Tianyin Temple could no longer sit still, and they brought out half of their men, including most of the top fighters.

As a result, the group of extraterritorial demons did not visit other forces, but attacked Tianyin Temple instead. Did they really think that they were easy to bully because they were vegetarian monks?

Soon, everyone started heading towards Mount Xumi. Their purpose was not only to save Tianyin Temple from its predicament, but also to eliminate more of the living forces of the extraterritorial demons.

However, some leaders of major forces still sent messages to their subordinates, requiring them to strengthen security at home to avoid being robbed by the invaders.

At this moment, a huge golden barrier has risen on Mount Sumeru, and every minute and every second of consumption is burning up the foundation of Tianyin Temple.

The several monks who were responsible for staying behind in the sect also felt a lot of pressure when they saw the flying artillery fire outside the barrier.

Almost all the monks were constantly injecting their magic power into the formation. Some young monks with childish faces had to take up the responsibility, but due to their low magic power, they soon fell to the ground exhausted.

After another round of howitzers fired shells, the golden barrier still firmly protected Mount Sumeru.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face frowned. He was the highest leader of the military representatives.

Looking at the barrier ahead that even the 150mm howitzer couldn't penetrate, a batch of rocket launchers were hurriedly dispatched.

"Everyone, get ready. After we blast open this tortoise shell, we will break through the gate of Tianyin Temple in one fell swoop!"

Just after the middle-aged man gave the order, missiles from more than a dozen missile vehicles were aimed at the golden cover.

A young man standing next to the middle-aged man pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a complicated tone:

"It's so real. This game is like another world. It's more comprehensive than the information I've seen online before. Is this really possible for a virtual game?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said with a wry smile: "My Chief of Staff, after entering this game, I also have some doubts that this is a real event, but such an absurd thing is not scientific at all!"

The young chief of staff looked at Tianyin Temple who was still fighting desperately in front of him, and said leisurely:

"I can feel that President Lin of Tiandao Game Company has many secrets. He must be hiding something."

At this time, two fully armed soldiers came over holding a little monk.

"Reporting to the two leaders, we have successfully failed to catch this little monk outside. He just beat up several of us at once. It is said that he is a direct disciple of Tianyin Temple."

The chief of staff took a look and found that the little monk's hands and feet had traces of gunshot wounds. He thought that the soldiers must have been afraid that the boy would continue to resist, so they deliberately broke his hands and feet.

"Little monk, what's your name?"

"Bah, you devils! When my master and the abbot come back, they will definitely not let you go!"

Upon hearing about the abbot of Tianyin Temple, which was obviously important news, the chief of staff immediately asked:

"Little monk, I don't want to discuss the issue of position with you. If you still want to live, then please tell us what we want to know."

The middle-aged officer also became interested. Compared with some ordinary monks they had captured before, the boy in front of him must know more.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? You evil demons from outside the domain want to get any news from me, Fayun!"

They were both amazed to see that a young monk who was only fourteen or fifteen years old could have such perseverance.

The MPC in the game was so real that the Chief of Staff asked hesitantly, "Little Master, I have a question. You can rest assured that I will not involve any secrets of your Tianyin Temple. As long as you can tell me, I can guarantee the safety of you and... other captured monks!"

The young monk Fayun thought about it for a while, and for the sake of his fellow disciples’ lives, he could only nod reluctantly and said, “Okay, go ahead and ask!”

The chief of staff smiled and sent someone to help the little monk stop bleeding while asking:

"I just want to know what you think of us outsiders, and how much do you know about us?"

The middle-aged officer's eyes lit up. In fact, he had been puzzled by this question for a long time.

When the MPCs in this game copy saw them, they either fled in panic or rushed forward and fought desperately.

It is as if they really have the ability to think like humans, knowing that players who come to this world will indiscriminately kill MPCs for points.

The little monk silently replied: "You are the bad guys, my master and his friends said that you came to our world just to occupy and destroy it, and after we kill you, you will be resurrected and invade again, so to deal with you, we must ensure that our souls are destroyed as well."

The Chief of Staff's expression changed for a moment, and then he continued to ask, "Young Master, let me ask another question. What is the history of your world... like? How many years has it been?"

This question made the little monk a little confused. After thinking about it carefully, he answered uncertainly:

"Counting from the ancient times, it should be... tens of thousands of years!"