When Sun Wukong heard this, he nodded and flew away. It was estimated that there would be no mistake in the middle.

But now Jin Yongli is an ordinary person, and at most he understands some South American witchcraft. As for Buddhism, he can only describe it as "hehe". Of course, such questions cannot be hidden in his heart, so he still needs to ask Master Xingyu for advice.

Master Xingyu told me that now he is Jin Yongli, Garcia Inca, but he is not the identity of Diting Dog. But one thing is, once his soul leaves his body, he will be the first Diting Dog.

Doesn’t the soul leave the body mean death? I asked this sentence.

It is true that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has a golden body, but does he still have a physical body? This sentence was said to me by Master Xingyu.

Speaking of this, I didn't say anything. It seems that whether it is Jin Yongli, Garcia, or Inca, this skin cannot be saved in this battle.

Not long after, Sun Wukong brought Jin Yongli to the giant ship like a wind.

However, it is different from the Jin Yongli I saw in the illusion, but the appearance of Garcia Inca before. When I saw Master Xingyu and me, I was very dull. But he always looked indifferent.

"Mr. Garcia Inca, we meet again." Master Xingyu said with a smile.

"Master Xingyu, please give me some advice if you have anything to do." Garcia Inca said lightly.

"Now we are going to Evil Dogling. You must win this battle." As the topic goes, Master Xingyu wants to be more serious.

"Well, the Battle of Fighting and Victory Buddha on the Road also told me that it was similar. In fact, since I came back from time to time, I was alone in the same place, and I felt very uncomfortable. I don't know where everyone is, but I know the principle of being at peace with the situation. Since God has arrangements, we will meet sooner or later." Garcia Inca said such a long thing rarely.

"Garcia Inca, this battle will definitely not be won according to your current magic power. Panhu is the reincarnation of the ancient dog god, and it is your original body. Be careful of everything." I said worriedly.

"He is me, I am him, what's there to be afraid of?" Garcia Inca said, still looking at me lightly, but what I felt was the determination to leave at this moment.

"Okay, let's set off now and head to Evil Dog Ridge." Master Xingyu said.

The giant ship drove forward according to the route mentioned by Heibai Wuchang. It was nearly a hundred kilometers away, and it was not difficult to walk. In a short while, I saw a mountain ridge standing in front of me. The black paint was like ink, and the knife was slashed like a blade, and the road up the mountain was almost straight.

Below the foot of the mountain, you can hear the wailing sound of evil dogs and the barking of fierce dogs. Flashes came, and the anger was bursting. It was no longer the atmosphere of justice lingering in the past and the distinction between good and evil.

"Just Garcia? Incas go alone?" I asked Master Xingyu.

Master Xingyu shook his head and said, "There must be millions of Buddha soldiers accompanying you, otherwise it will be difficult to see your true body."

When Garcia Inca heard that he had already gotten off the giant ship alone and walked towards the intersection under the mountain, we quickly opened the enfeoffed bag and released millions of Buddha soldiers, following closely behind. It seemed to be vast and golden. Such movements must have already alarmed Panhu on the mountain and the evil dogs below.

At this time, you can vaguely see that on both sides of the path of the mountain, white light began to flash. They were the eyes of the evil dogs, and they were as bright as stars among the dark mountains.

Garcia Inca was fearless and walked forward, and millions of Buddha soldiers quickly advanced. Immediately afterwards, they saw the black shadows crisscrossing among the mountains, jumping and galloping, roaring, wailing, and roaring sounds one after another, as if they could attack at any time. It seemed that they had seen the fierce light in their eyes, the scarlet tongue and the dripping saliva.

We stood at the foot of the mountain and saw Garcia Inca moving forward fearlessly, while the millions of Buddha soldiers were being bitten by the evil dogs on both sides, but none of them retreated. The steadfast Buddhists - even though they died, they could still survive even if their souls were scattered.

I was already a little urge to rush up. Master Xingyu looked at me and shook his head. I could only bear it again.

"Everyone has his own cause and effect. Even a Buddha soldier, even a Bodhisattva, even a Buddha, is no exception. Facing it is the end and a new beginning." Master Xingyu said.

"How can we know the outcome?" What I care about now is Garcia? The safety of Incas. At least he died, and I also know how he died.

"Open the heart mirror." Master Xingyu said, then he was cross-legged, and then said, "Use your magnetic field to sense the changes in the surrounding things. A bright mirror will appear in your heart, and everything happens around you will be in your heart, but the premise is that your heart must calm down." Then he stopped talking.

I tried hard to calm myself down, and sat cross-legged, and the energy in my body dispersed to sense the things around me. Gradually, it seemed that there was really a mirror that had spread in my heart.

I have never experienced such magic before, and my master Bodhi Patriarch has never taught me such magic. Perhaps this magic ability was brought to me by Master Xingyu.

In my mood, I saw that Garcia Inca had already stepped to the highest point of the mountain, with a straight suit and a handsome tree facing the wind, calm and calm in the evil dog. Millions of Buddha soldiers were calm and unmoving, allowing the evil dog to bite the lower limbs.

After a while, a lot of millions of Buddha soldiers had been knocked down by evil dogs. Garcia Inca's eyes became more and more resolute, and he said, "My benevolence is done and he will start to fight back."

Millions of Buddha soldiers received the order, and golden light suddenly appeared all over their bodies, forming arhat hand seals, with a sharp aperture, and a series of brilliances shining everywhere.

A vicious dog was about to pounce on him, but his belly was already concentrated by the aperture, and he tumbling in the air and fell to the ground. Another vicious dog jumped up, but was hit in the head by the brilliance. He rolled on the ground for several rounds but was still eyeing him.

The Buddha soldier began to fight back, but did not kill him.

The Buddha soldiers and the evil dogs were anxious for a while, but there was no movement. Garcia Inca had closed his eyes and praised: "That is cause and effect, it will be done. The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and cared for all things in the world, and the Vajra was angry and unable to bear the demons of the three realms. This is not only the cause and effect of your millions of Buddha soldiers, but also the cause and effect of these millions of evil dogs. Start killing!"

At this time, Garcia Inca's performance suddenly subverted my previous understanding of him. He was tolerant, calm, peaceful and quiet; now he is fierce, decisive, and decisive.

It seems that all people and things in the world have their own causal cycle, but they only have different collisions with different things.

The demon-subduing pestle was sacrificed from the hands of millions of Buddha soldiers. The Vajra Whip and the Demon-slaying Sword came. The evil dog rushed over. Just one pestle turned into a black mist; just one whip turned into a curling black smoke; just one sword turned into a gust of black wind. The evil dogs around quickly disappeared at the speed seen, while the millions of Buddha soldiers became more and more brave as they killed and became more and more fierce as they fought.

"Send Buddha to the West and eliminate all evil." Just as millions of Buddha soldiers were in an orderly manner, Garcia Inca said this again, of course, and still kept his eyes closed.

"Who is so bold that he is actually showing off his evil spirit in Evil Dog Ridge?" A sound that resounded through the mountains came, followed by a gust of cold wind, flying sand and stones, fascinating eyes.

All the dogs had stopped attacking and were just staring at them.

At this time, Garcia Inca suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Stop!" The millions of Buddha soldiers also took their weapons and waited for the next situation with him.

At this time, the black wind settled, and a giant two or three meters tall stood in front of Garcia Inca and millions of Buddha soldiers. A three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand was stalked on the ground, and a black armor attacked his body, faintly flashing with a golden edge. A red swagger style was eye-catching, and a white face attracted the attention. I think this is Panhu.

Garcia Inca walked forward and said, "For thousands of years, the evil dogs have not distinguished between good and evil, and the beauty and ugliness have not been distinguished. Good people are bitten by evil dogs, and evil people spend their lives with gold, silver and delicious food to their preferences. By the way, when did this dog become a race that is a mother with milk?"

"I speak absurd words. How can I let you, a villain, point a finger at me? I, Panhu, come from heaven to earth and then to the underworld. I have been vicissitudes of life for more than four thousand years, and I may not be able to find a way to save me. Since I cannot be saved, then destroy me!" As soon as this said, Panhu poked the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand to the ground.

"How many things can you find in the world? How can you find the true things if your mind is not dead? Whether it is Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Quran, Jesus Christ, which one is not asking people to be good, and which one is not looking for beauty? Is it wrong to say that all the good roots in this world are wrong? Is it said that entering this evil dog ridge can lead to the existence of the Dharma of all things?" Garcia Inca was not frightened by Panhu's momentum, but instead bought a step forward.

"Since you don't know how to live or die, then take your life!" Panhu no longer showed off his words and directly showed off his guy. A three-pointed, two-edged knife was in his hand, making a "whimper" sound.

"Then come on!" Garcia Inca smiled faintly, and a guy appeared in his hand.

I'll go! Garcia Inca actually took out a gun!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!