Chapter 412: The fire in the heart is not extinguished and the heart of Taoism lasts forever

Zhao Gongming sat on the stone chair and began to think about what he should leave for the unborn Sun Wukong now that he had arrived at Huaguo Mountain in advance.

The Great Tribulation of Journey to the West is a key step in the great prosperity of the West, and it is also an opportunity given to the West by Taozu.

The reason why Zhao Gongming insists on obstructing the great prosperity of the West is not because of any deep hatred between He Zhunti and Jie Yin, but because of the general trend of heaven.

Zhunti, the two saints of Jieyin, represent the West. The West is barren, and Mahayana Buddhism has exhausted the potential of the West until now.

If the West wants to prosper, it must move eastward, and moving eastward will inevitably affect the fate of Eastern Xuanmen. How could Zhao Gongming not stop it?

In this catastrophe, there is no right or wrong, only positions.

Zhao Gongming's stance is Xuanmen, and he is destined to stand on the opposite side of the West.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, including Tang Sanzang, are all sons of Liang Jie and important chess pieces for the advancement of Liang Jie. The chess players are saints!

Although the great catastrophe of Journey to the West has not yet started, the West is probably already preparing for it.

Just wait until the great calamity is set off and the son who measures the calamity is clear, that is when the great calamity will be set off.

Before that, the West, with its cautious attitude, would inevitably conduct repeated inspections of the catastrophe to ensure that there would be no problems in advancing the catastrophe.

And Zhao Gongming wanted to use Jiezi to carry out subsequent plans.

Therefore, there is no need to leave any powerful spiritual treasures or techniques in Huaguo Mountain.

If the Second Sage of the West notices something, it will not be beautiful.

Zhao Gongming thought for a long time and slowly stretched out his palm.

A crimson and golden flame appeared in the palm of his hand. The flame burned silently, scorching the void and emitting the most upright and pure Qi.

This is the inner fire, a wisp of inner fire condensed after realizing the Daluo Jinxian of Hunyuan.

Heart fire represents the self. If a ray of heart fire exists forever, the self will be immortal and a Taoist heart will be eternal. No evil demon or heretic can infect Hunyuan Daluo!

Zhao Gongming thought for a long time and planned to separate a strand of his condensed inner fire and leave it to Sun Wukong.

The foundation of Buddhism lies in the eight hundred side sects, which are full of tricks and are good at confusing the mind and beguiling people's hearts.

Although Sun Wukong is an innate creature, how can he defeat the magical method of the West?

A ray of fire in the heart lasts forever, which is enough for Sun Wukong to realize his true self at all times, so that he will not be affected by Western Buddhism and lose his true self.

Zhao Gongming dispelled his own mark on the inner fire, and the inner fire suddenly shrank into a golden seed the size of a grain of rice.

Zhao Gongming gently placed the seeds on the stone chair where he sat, nodded with satisfaction, and his figure flashed, and his whole body instantly turned into countless bubbles, which collapsed in the air.

On the shore of the East China Sea, the originally calm void began to tremble violently.

Then it shattered without warning, and Zhao Gongming walked out of it.

Sun Wukong is born divine, so since he plans to be included in it, he will plan for it.

Then it would be better to plan everything to the end and make a complete arrangement.

Zhao Gongming glanced at Donghai, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stepped inside.

Wherever he passed, the avenue was boiling, and there was obviously no movement. However, the sea water around him couldn't help but parted to both sides, revealing a spacious passage.

Before long, Zhao Gongming had entered the depths of the East China Sea and was above the East China Sea.

It is the place where the Sea Clan survives and thrives. Deep in the East Sea is the headquarters of the Dragon Clan.

Far away, you can see the brightly lit Crystal Palace, as bright as day.

It illuminates the darkness of the deep sea, shining like a bright pearl, spreading its soft brilliance in all directions.

Surrounding the Crystal Palace, there are luxuriant branches and leaves, and all kinds of natural materials and treasures grow, exuding a fragrant fragrance, some of which have even become extinct in the Three Realms.

Even though Zhao Gongming had already attained the Daluo Jinxian of Hunyuan, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly thought that the Dragon Clan was rich and powerful.

These peripheral treasures of heaven, material and earth are actually nothing. The things in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land and the Dragon Clan's treasure house are the top ones.

The Longhan Catastrophe still did not damage the fundamental foundation of the Dragon Clan.

Otherwise, the Dragon Clan would not easily take out these natural and earthly treasures beside the Crystal Palace.

Zhao Gongming did not hide his aura. Not long after he left, he saw a group of patrolling Yaksha walking toward him.

The leader is a Yaksha who is bigger than the Yaksha soldiers and has the Taoism of the immortal level.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass on the territory of our Dragon Clan? Don't you know that the depths of the East China Sea are forbidden areas for monks from all races?"

Da Yaksha asked with a serious face, holding the steel fork in his hand. As soon as Zhao Gongming found something wrong, he would strike with thunderous force.

A few years ago, every inch of the East China Sea, both up and down, was the territory of the Dragon Clan, and no race in the wild could invade it.

After the Great Tribulation of the Gods, the prehistoric world transformed into the Three Realms. Under Zhao Gongming's persuasion, he also wanted the Dragon Clan to make good friends with all the other races.

The resources on the surface of the East China Sea can be harvested by all races, while the dragon race lives in seclusion in the deep sea and digs for deep-sea treasures.

"I have no intention of offending the Dragon Clan. Your old Dragon King and I are old acquaintances. Please take me to meet the Dragon King."

"Do you know the elder of my family?"

The big yaksha stared at Zhao Gongming with a suspicious look on his face, obviously in disbelief. Who is the eldest son of his family?

The Dragon God of the Four Seas, who was consecrated by the Great Heavenly Lord himself, controls all the water veins in the earthly and immortal world, and is of extremely high status.

How could he get to know this unknown monk in front of him?

Seeing Da Yaksha's hesitation, Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "If the old Dragon King is really busy, you can just call Prime Minister Turtle over. I also have friendship with your Prime Minister Turtle!"

The big Yaksha still didn't believe it. He felt that Zhao Gongming's aura was just like his. How could he know the Dragon King and Prime Minister Turtle?

The big Yaksha thought about it, and made up his mind. He waved the steel fork in his hand and was about to expel Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "I am an important guest of your Dragon King and Prime Minister Turtle. You report it, and there is no loss, but if you delay the Dragon King's important event, the consequences will be."

The big Yaksha's heart trembled violently. He looked at Zhao Gongming carefully and felt that what he said made sense.

He was just a soldier. He just reported it, and he didn't lose a piece of meat.

On the contrary, if he was really a big man with an unfathomable background, I'm afraid he would turn into ashes as soon as the guest left.

"Please take a seat, and serve tea. I'll go to see the Prime Minister."

The big Yaksha left a word and left in a hurry.

The big Yaksha spoke, and the attitudes of those Yakshas suddenly changed 180 degrees.

They found a pavilion and invited Zhao Gongming to sit down, and then offered tea.

Not long after, the big Yaksha came with Prime Minister Turtle. It had been years since Zhao Gongming last saw Prime Minister Turtle, but Prime Minister Turtle's demeanor had not diminished at all. His hunched back had straightened a little, and he looked quite high-spirited.

"Prime Minister Turtle, how are you? It's been years since we last met."

Zhao Gongming picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said to Prime Minister Turtle with a smile.

The Yakshas next to him changed their expressions slightly. Who was this person? He was so arrogant that he actually spoke to Prime Minister Turtle like this.

Who is Prime Minister Turtle? He was an old minister who followed the clan leader during the Lich Age. He had long achieved the Great Dao Fruit and had a very strong relationship with the Jiejiao immortals on Jin'ao Island. He even treated some quasi-saints as equals.

The big Yaksha trembled violently and secretly groaned. If he had known this would happen, he should have kicked the young monk out directly.

"Saint Saint!"

But Prime Minister Turtle seemed to have seen a ghost. His body trembled violently, his pupils opened to the maximum, revealing full of disbelief, and then he trotted to Zhao Gongming with a flattering smile.

"Little Turtle greets the Saint. Why didn't you notify Little Turtle in advance when you came? Little Turtle can also make arrangements in advance to welcome you."

The big and small Yakshas on the side were stunned. Is this still the Prime Minister Turtle who is usually serious and unsmiling?

Wait, what did Prime Minister Turtle just say?

Saint!

Is this young man in front of him a saint?

Prime Minister Turtle looked at the dazed Yaksha and didn't wait for Zhao Gongming to speak. He waved his sleeves fiercely, and his magic power turned into air waves, which blew the Yaksha dozens of meters away and scolded.

"You are blind. It is an honor for my dragon clan that the saint has come to my East China Sea. Are you so bold as to obstruct the saint?"