Chapter 23 The four saints of Buddhism and Taoism, each has his own worries

In the Eight Views of Taiyu Heaven, the roar of the primitive Tianzun came from afar:

"How is it possible? The Feng people are just a declining ethnic group. How can they do it? Stealing Hongmeng purple gas! It really makes sense!"

After saying that, he saw that the primitive Tianzun's eyes were open and panting, he was obviously angry.

Compared with it, the old man beside him was indifferent. He glanced at the primitive Tianzun and said lightly:

"Why do you have to be angry? Now the battle for the throne has just begun, and it is still unknown who will be in the end! As the saying goes: Laughing to the end is to laugh. Sometimes it's not good to take the lead. If you are not careful, you may become the target of public criticism!"

After saying that, I saw a flash of light in my eyes and a thoughtful look on my face.

"I didn't expect to provoke the three ancient races. It seems that this battle for the throne is not as simple as it seems!" I frowned and thought.

Turning around, I was suddenly happy and said secretly:

"It's so good! Since Wutian didn't get Hongmeng Ziqi, it shows that the poor road's previous guess was wrong! You can still compete for the holy throne this time!"

Thinking of this, I hooked the corners of my mouth and showed a faint smile.

The primitive Tianzun beside him was angry for a while, and then he calmed down, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, and asked Laozi:

"As my brother said, the one who gets the throne first is not necessarily the last one to have the throne! But I don't know what kind of plan my brother has to get this holy throne under my door?

"Uh..."

I looked at the primitive Tianzun speechlessly and shook his head and said:

"Don't mention this matter again after my brother said it! Previously, the teacher had ordered that all the saints should not participate in this battle for the throne! If the younger brother intervenes rashly, not to mention the teacher's punishment, we may also be the target of public criticism!"

After saying that, he made a feeling of displeasure, but it was because the primitive emperor had asked him about this matter many times, and I was gradually impatient.

Seeing that I looked unhappy, the primitive Tianzun was slightly embarrassed and said:

"It's my brother who is a little reckless. I hope you don't blame me!"

I nodded indifferently and whispered:

"It doesn't matter! This holy throne is indeed extremely important to us. Whether we can fight against Brother Tongtian and Sister Houtu in the future depends on this eighth saint! The younger brother's heart is anxious, and it is also understandable.

After a pause, he turned around and said solemnly:

"But! It is precisely because of this that the holy throne is of great importance that we should keep our reason, so that we can win the holy throne!"

"Hmm!"

The primitive Tianzun answered solemnly and replied:

"Brother's teaching, I will definitely keep it in mind!"

Immediately, the primitive Tianzun pondered for a moment, looked up at me, and asked again:

"Brother! Now that the hand of the phoenix clan is next to the holy throne, the brother's previous guess has been..."

With that, he looked at me carefully.

I frowned slightly, and in an instant, I unfolded again and nodded back:

"It should be good!"

Listening to Laozi's words, the primitive Tianzun was excited and said in a trembling voice:

"That..."

As soon as the primitive Tianzun opened his mouth, he saw Laozi raise his hand to stop his words.

At the moment, I just whispered:

"This matter is irrelevant. We didn't tell our disciples about this speculation before, and they will naturally not be affected."

After a pause, I frowned slightly, looked a little solemn, and said quietly:

"I'm worried about another thing for my brother!"

"Huh?"

The primitive Tianzun looked at me doubtfully and asked:

"What's the matter?"

I lowered my head and said in a condensible:

"Hongmeng Ziqi falls into the hands of the Feng clan, which means that the Feng clan will also intervene in this battle for the throne! This is not good news for me!"

After listening to Laozi's words, the primitive Tianzun didn't care at all and said with a smile:

"Why worry about the declining ethnic group? In the younger brother's opinion, the Feng people are not afraid. Our opponents are only the other two religion and those with great magical power.

I glanced at the primitive Tianzun and shook his head and said:

"Don't be careless, brother! In ancient times, the three races were rampant in the flood and famine world, which was invincible. Aren't we afraid of the power of the three races and dare not be born?

Long before the East-West War, Laozi and the primitive were born.

Unfortunately, at that time, the three clans were strong in the whole East, and their power was as great as a heavenly battle, and there were also demons in the West.

Afraid of the power of the ancient three races and the Western demons, Laozi and the primitive lived in Kunlun Mountain and did not dare to go out. After all, their cultivation at that time was really not worth a look.

At this time, when I heard that I mentioned what happened in those years, the original Tianzun suddenly blushed with shame and embarrassed.

However, the primitive Tianzun did not want to be soft and said to himself:

"In ancient times, the strength of the Feng clan was really powerful. But now the Feng clan has long declined, and it used to be no longer glorious. Why are you afraid of it? What's more, we have proved that we have been sanctified, and the strength of the saints has destroyed the heavens and the earth. Even if the strength of the Feng people restores to the past, it is difficult to compete with us saints! What are you afraid of?"

I had no choice but to take a look at the original, shook his head and said:

"Although the three ancient races have declined, after millions of years of rest and recuperation, I'm afraid their strength has already recovered! In those years, the strength of the Feng clan was, and the younger brother should know it in his heart! Moreover, I have mentioned many times that we can't participate in this battle for the throne. Brother, don't talk about the saint again!"

In the end, my tone was a little irritable, and obviously I was a little impatient.

The primitive Tianzun listened to this and wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he had to bow his head and say anything.

After a while, the primitive Tianzun calmed down, looked up at me and asked:

"Then what if I wait now?"

When I heard this, I immediately scolded in my heart:

"The original man is really clear for a moment! We still need to ask about such a simple thing!"

He scolded in his heart, but his face was expressionless and he said faintly:

"Since we can't take action, we can only observe the situation here. When the opportunity comes, immediately inform Xuandu and others to act! Other than that, there is nothing we can do!"

"Uh..."

............At the time of Laozi and the primitive discussion, in the Great Treasure Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Amitabha Buddha and the Buddha's mother also gathered together to discuss the holy throne!

At the moment, I only heard the Buddha's mother frown and said:

"I have thought about it, but I didn't expect that when Hongmeng Ziqi appeared in the world, it was in the hands of the Feng clan. It was really unexpected!"

Amitabha also frowned. After listening to the words of the Buddha's mother, he said quietly:

"Hongmeng purple gas appears in Nanming Volcano, which is a little strange. Now that it's taken away by the Feng clan, I'm afraid it's not that simple!"

At the same time, Amitabha thought to himself:

"It seems that this battle for the throne is far-ranging, and it is by no means what we thought before!"

After listening to Amitabha's words, the Buddha's mother was slightly stunned. She looked at Amitabha in surprise and asked:

"Isn't it simple? Please solve the puzzle!"

Amitabha looked up at the Buddha's mother and said quietly:

"Originally, this battle for the throne did not involve the four major gods of our religion and the flood and the wilderness. But now that the ancient Feng people are involved in this, it is difficult to guarantee that no other ethnic groups will intervene in the future. In the end, I'm afraid it will sweep the whole world.

In the end, Amitabha's face was full of sadness, but he was worried about Shakyamuni Buddha and others.

After listening to Amitabha's words, the Buddha's mother frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said:

"This battle is for the throne. All monks can't resist this **. It is inevitable to sweep the world of the wilderness. You don't have to worry about yourself!"

"Alas!"

When Amitabha heard this, he was still worried. He looked at the Buddha's mother with a sad face, sighed and said:

"The ancient three races are so powerful that my younger brother also knows! Sakyamuni Buddha and others face the phoenix clan, I'm afraid... alas!"

For the three ancient races, although Amitabha and the Buddha's mother are not as good as Tongtian, they are much better than other monks.

(Ancient) Although the Western demons have been extinct, their deeds have been passed down.

When traveling in the past, Amitabha Buddha and the Buddha's mother accidentally broke into a deserted cave, which was the residence of a great power of the demon clan in those years.

Although the power of this demon clan fell in the end of the battle, he escaped a trace of remnant soul and returned to this cave.

Unfortunately, at the end of the battle, the injury was too serious to heal at all.

When he knew that there was not much, the power of this demon clan recorded many secrets of ancient times, especially many deeds in the West, but he wanted to restore the glory of the descendants of the West.

Amitabha Buddha and the Buddha's mother got this jade slip and knew many ancient secrets. The Western demons and the three eastern tribes competed for hegemony.

At the same time, the two also recognized the peak of the past in the West.

Thinking about the grandeur of the West in those years, looking at the barrenness of the West, Amitabha Buddha and the Buddha's mother were surging in their hearts. They immediately made up their minds and vowed to restore the grandeur of the ancient times in the West, which was better than the East.

And this is also the biggest secret in the hearts of Amitabha and the Buddha's mother.

Seeing that the phoenix clan intervened in the battle for the throne, thinking of the momentum of the phoenix clan in the past, Amitabha Buddha couldn't help but feel a burst of worry.

Unlike Amitabha, the mother of the Buddha did not pay attention to the Feng clan.

At the moment, the Buddha's mother waved her hand with a smile and said:

"Brother, don't worry! Today's Feng clan is no longer the Feng clan that was rampant in the flood world. It has long declined. Compared with our Buddhism, it is probably more than one difference. Why am I afraid of waiting like this?"

When Amitabha heard this, he was worried and said bitterly:

"Alas! If it's just the Phoenix clan, you won't worry about it! But with the intervention of the Feng clan, I'm afraid that other ethnic groups will not be able to resist. The dragon clan, the Kirin clan, the demon clan, the witch clan, if these declining clans hear about the holy throne, they will definitely not ignore it! It's hard to imagine what the situation will be like at that time!"

"Uh..."

After listening to Amitabha's words, the Buddha's mother was stunned. The previous Buddha's mother really didn't think of this. At this time, when she heard it, she was also worried.

"What's the way to deal with it?" The Buddha's mother asked eagerly.

"Alas!"

Amitabha sighed, shook his head, and said helplessly:

"We and other saints are not allowed to participate in the battle for the throne. This is the Ancestor's amnesty, which has not been changed. If so, what can I do if I wait?

Hearing this, the Buddha's mother frowned, and then lowered her head to meditate.

After a while, the prospective Buddha's mother suddenly looked up, looked at Amitabha Buddha, and smiled:

"We really can't take action, but there is still one person who can!"

At this point, a trace of pride flashed on the face of the Buddha's mother.

"Oh?"

Amitabha looked at the Buddha's mother in surprise and asked doubtfully:

"Except for us saints, I'm afraid there is no one else to fight against the whole flood and famine monks. Who is so?"

"Hey hey!"

The Buddha's mother smiled strangely, and a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes and said:

"Bodhi Ancestor!"

Bodhi ancestor is not only the good corpse of the Buddha's mother. When the Taoist ancestor pardoned the saints and moved into the chaos, the Buddha's mother played a trick and left the good corpse in the fairyland, which has not been recovered so far.

"Uh..."

Amitabha Buddha looked at the prospective Buddha's mother with a face full of annihiration and said helplessly:

"Although the Bodhi ancestor is the good corpse of his younger brother, his strength is only comparable to that of the quasi-saint. I'm afraid he can't deal with it!"

"Ha ha!"

The Buddha's mother smiled and said:

"Brother, don't worry! The strength of the Bodhi ancestor is unbearable, but if the divine consciousness of the younger brother comes, his identity will be very different for a hundred years. At that time, other monks will definitely take care of it, and I will take care of it.

Although Amitabha Buddha was not very optimistic about the plan of the Buddha's mother, he still responded. Even if he could not reach the level of the Buddha's mother, it was also a helping hand for Shakyamuni Buddha and others, which was better than nothing.

So, the two agreed that the Buddha's mother immediately lowered her divine consciousness, attached to the body of the Bodhi ancestor, and rushed to Nanming Volcano.

(to be continued)