Chapter 166 Buddha's Mother's Persistence, Tong Jiewa Emperor

But he said that the mother of Buddha listened to Amitabha's persuasion, nodded slightly, and then pondered and asked, "Brother! How much hope do we have for the eighth saint?

For the eighth holy throne, the mother of the Buddha is much more important than Amitabha. Previously, Amitabha Buddha saw the vision of the heavenly corpse, and he couldn't help but be a little slack in his heart, but the mother-to-be Buddha had no such a mind. She had been extremely persistent to the eighth holy throne and never relaxed.

In the view of the Buddha's mother, Buddhism seems to be powerful, but in fact it is the weakest. The reason why a sect is strong depends on the ability of saints. Although Buddhism has two saints, its strength cannot be compared with other saints.

Not to mention the interception, only one person in the sky can beat their two saints, and the people and the two religions each have one saint. In a single point of fact, they are not the opponent of their two saints, but Laozi and the primitive two saints are closely related and almost indiction of each other. Although they belong to the two religion, they are better than one religion.

So that the two saints are together, they are still not opponents.

In this case, the Buddha's mother regarded the eighth holy throne as a great opportunity of Buddhism. If the eighth saint comes from Buddhism, then one teaches three saints, and it is not a problem to deal with Laozi and the primitive nature. Even if the face is connected to the sky and the two saints of the land, it will not be as embarrassed as it is now.

Therefore, for the eighth holy throne, the Buddha's mother is looking forward to it.

Amitabha Buddha is opposite to the Buddha's mother day and night, which has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years and knows it very well.

As soon as he heard the Buddha's mother's words, Amitabha had already guessed his mind. He thought for a moment and said, "I dare not say anything about this!" The younger brother should understand that this competition for the throne is very complicated. The disciples of the four sects, together with those scattered cultivation, have too many variables, but they are indeclusive!"

Hearing this, the Buddha's mother frowned slightly. After a moment of silence, she asked again, "At this time, there is a chance that I teach my disciples, and my brother can speak frankly!"

After saying that, he looked at Amitabha with a straight face.

Seeing that the mother of Buddha was very persistent, Amitabha sighed and then measured it in his heart.

After a while, Amitabha looked up at the Buddha's mother and said bitterly, "I'm afraid it's less than 20%!"

After saying that, he shook his head helplessly, and his face was full of suffering.

Hearing this, a trace of gloom flashed on her face and reluctantly asked, "Is there no other way?" If this holy throne falls, how can my Buddhism have a chance to flourish?

After saying that, he looked at Amitabha with an eager face. At this time, the prospective Buddha's mother could only expect Amitabha Buddha to come up with a solution, but he had nothing to do.

Seeing the expression of the Buddha's mother, Amitabha Buddha was also deeply touched. If you can win the eighth holy throne, what does it mean for Buddhism? Amitabha knows it. However, it is no longer difficult to describe it to win the eighth holy throne. Naturally, Amitabha Buddha can't think of any way to deal with it.

Seeing this, Zhu Tifo was even more disappointed and almost desperate.

Just as the prospective Buddha's mother almost gave up, Amitabha suddenly said, "In fact, there is another method available!"

Hearing this, the Buddha's mother seemed to grab the life-saving straw and hurriedly asked, "Brother, what's the plan? Come on!"

After saying that, he looked at Amitabha anxiously, with a trace of hope in his eyes.

Amitabha took a look at the Buddha's mother and said slowly, "If we can unite some scattered cultivation and advance and retreat together, the situation will naturally turn around..."

Before Amitabha finished speaking, the eyes of the Buddha's mother had lit up, and she was happy to say, "What my brother said is very true. If we can unite with a group of scattered cultivation of power, plus our disciples, the eighth holy throne will no longer be so far away! Hahahaha!"

In the end, the mother of the Buddha was already overjoyed and laughed directly.

Seeing that the Buddha's mother was so gaffe, Amitabha couldn't help but be speechless for a while. This plan seemed to be good, but it was still unknown whether those scattered cultivations were willing to unite. It was a little inexplicable that the Buddha's mother was so excited.

However, Amitabha Buddha can also understand the heart of the Buddha's mother. He was desperate before. At this time, he saw the dawn again. With such a big ups and downs, his mood was inevitably a little out of control. It was normal to have this reality, but Amitabha Buddha did not care about it.

Moreover, Amitabha still has concerns in his heart. Those scattered practitioners know that the saints can't take action in this battle for the throne, so they have no worries. In this case, it must be extremely difficult to persuade them to unite with their own Buddhism. After all, after winning the throne, how to allocate is the biggest problem, and those scattered practitioners will definitely think of this.

Of course, Amitabha will not say anything about this matter, so as not to worry about the Buddha's mother again.

So, after the Buddha's mother smiled for a while, Amitabha interrupted and said, "Don't be happy, brother. I haven't finished it yet!"

Hearing this, the mother immediately stopped laughing, looked at Amitabha doubtfully, and asked, "Oh? Brother, please say it!"

Amitabha was silent for a moment, and then said, "Although this plan is good, I don't know if those scattered practitioners are willing to unite with us. The younger brother should understand that those scattered practitioners attach great importance to the holy throne, no longer wait for me, or even more."

After saying that, a trace of worry flashed on his face.

After listening to Amitabha's words, the Buddha's mother frowned slightly. After a moment of meditation, she looked up at Amitabha. Her face was full of grimness and said coldly, "It's just some ants. If you don't know how to lift it up, you can turn it into ashes!"

After saying that, his face darkened, and his whole body was murderous.

Hearing this, Amitabha Buddha was shocked and hurriedly advised, "Brother, you must not have this idea. This holy throne is a glimmer of vitality for all sentient beings. The younger brother's practice is to cut off the opportunity of scattered cultivation. If it spreads out, it will definitely provoke a group of scattered cultivation siege. I'm fine, but how should my disciples deal with me? This is a must!"

After saying that, he looked at the Buddha's mother with a serious face.

When the Buddha's mother heard this, her face collapsed, nodded sadly, and said, "I know it!"

Seeing that the Buddha's mother was like this, Amitabha Buddha's face relaxed and comforted, "Brother, don't worry. We don't know what the attitude of those scattered practices are. Naturally, we can't use such fierce means to arouse public anger. Let's observe it first."

Hearing this, Zhuli Buddha's mother's eyes lit up and said with a smile, "Brother's words are reasonable. Our identity is here, and those scattered practitioners must be afraid. They only need to coercive and seduce, and they should be able to comply. Brother, you don't need to pay attention to this matter. Just hand it over to your brother!"

After saying that, he looked at Amitabha with confidence.

Amitabha took a strange look at the Buddha's mother and said slowly, "I'm in such a mood now, even if I go, I'm afraid it won't help."

After saying that, he looked straight at the Buddha's mother.

When the Buddha's mother heard this, she was slightly stunned. She reacted in an instant, took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said lightly, "Brother, don't worry, this matter is very important. Naturally, I won't play. It's a big deal!"

After saying that, he looked at Amitabha with a firm face.

The Amitabha did not refute this time. He nodded and said, "My brother is like this, so I'm relieved!"

After a pause, he then said, "Brother, it's better recover the injury first, adjust it, and it's not too late to go!"

The Buddha's mother shook her head and said solemnly, "I can think that how can other saints do nothing? If there is a delay, I'm afraid it will fall behind the other saints.

At this point, the Buddha's mother's face was wide, with a smile, and she said slowly, "Besides, there is no injury on my brother. How can he recover?"

Seeing that the Buddha's mother insisted so persistently, Amitabha Buddha could not say anything more and answered softly, "In this way, it will be a good job!"

The Buddha's mother waved her hand and said with a smile, "Brother's words are heavy! If there is no brother to plan later, even if the brother runs through the three worlds, it will be useless. If it's a credit, it's still the first brother. If you have to do it, you can't do it.

After saying that, without waiting for Amitabha to reply, he got up and walked out directly.

Looking at the back of the departure of the Buddha's mother, Amitabha was very uncomfortable. For the prosperity of Buddhism, the Buddha's mother can be said to be full of efforts, and she bears countless curses. Even some disciples of Buddhism also complained about it, but the Buddha's mother still has no regrets and has never hesitated, just for the prosperity of the sect.

This persistence is really admirable and worthy of everyone's praise.

In contrast, Amitabha Buddha sits in the rear and enjoys its success. He is respected by thousands of disciples of Buddhism and is very glorious. It is really incomparable to the contribution of the Buddha's mother.

Thinking of this, Amitabha was very ashamed and couldn't help sighing.

Immediately, Amitabha threw this thought out of his mind, meditated silently, and closed his eyes to practice.

........................ Besides, after the Nuwa Empress returned to the Wa Palace, before she thought deeply about the Zixiao Palace, she saw the boy who sat down and quickly stepped in and bowed to report: "Report to the Empress! The demon master Kun Peng asked for a meeting outside the palace. I don't know if the Empress is summoned?

When Nuwa heard this, she was slightly stunned, and then frowned, but she guessed the meaning of Kunpeng, and couldn't help bowing her head and meditating.

When the boy sat down and saw that Nuwa's mother was silent, he did not dare to disturb her. He stood silently and waited for instructions.

However, before Nuwa's mother opened her mouth, she saw that the other boy was also about to step in. She reported: "Report to the Empress! Master Fuxi is asking for a meeting outside. Would you like to come in?

Hearing this, the Empress Nuwa suddenly came to her senses, but she was even more surprised, but she didn't expect Fuxi to come.

"Why did my brother suddenly come here? Is it also for the holy throne? Nuwa Niang secretly guessed in her heart.

After thinking for a moment, Nuwa Niang said to the next two boys, "All please come in!"

The boy took the order and hurried out to invite Kun Peng and Fu Xi.

At this time, Kunpeng and Fuxi stood opposite each other outside the Wa Palace. Although both of them were demons, they were full of gunpowder. In those years, when the witch fought a decisive battle, Kunpeng escaped from the battle and also took away Dijun's Hetu Luoshu, resulting in a great defeat for the demon clan. Fuxi was still unable to let go.

As for obtaining the help of He Tuluo's book to prove the grace of the emperor, Fuxi counted it on the head of the Virgin Mary of the Turtle Spirit.

Therefore, Fu Xi has a glimmer of good impression on Kunpeng. If it hadn't been for the fact that Nuwa's mother had something to do, he would have seen Kunpeng here, and Fu Xi would have left.

Although Fuxi doesn't treat himself very much, Kunpeng doesn't dare to be careless at all. After all, Fuxi is the elder brother of Nuwa. Although he has been reincarnated as a human, he has proved the position of emperor, but the brother and sister's feelings are still there, but Kunpeng does not want to offend Fuxi, so as not to make Nuwa unhappy.

At the moment, Kun Peng measured in his heart for a while, made a smiling face, and asked Fuxi, "Fuxi Dasheng! Long time no see!"

(to be continued)