The body, hair and skin are protected by parents and should not be damaged easily.
The name is given by parents and represents a person's most basic personality and dignity.
When Li Chen said that he wanted Jian Dixin to change his name, he could hardly help but feel the killing intent boiling in his heart.
But the big bald head that stood between him and Li Chen made him rationally resist his impulse.
"Your Highness is wise."
Jian Dixin... should be called Jian Xin now, he said coldly, turned around and stepped out, and the person had disappeared without a trace.
After Jian Xin left, Li Chen cupped his hands to Jie Wanggong and said, "Thank you very much, Master, for today."
"Amitabha."
Jie Wang bowed slightly and said: "Everything is fate, Your Highness, there is no need to be polite."
Li Chen asked: "Will today's attack of this level have any impact on the master?"
Jie Wang smiled freely and said: "Yes, but it's not big. It's just that I missed a few days of food."
Li Chen was slightly silent and said, "Thank you, Master."
This is Li Chen's second thank you. There are a few fewer words, but the sincerity is much stronger.
Jie Wang smiled slightly and bowed to Li Chen, accepting the gratitude.
"Master, when the time comes, will the plaque be sent to Southern Shaolin or Northern Shaolin?" Li Chen suddenly asked.
At the beginning, Li Chen promised to make Shaolin the number one sect in the world, and he was personally granted the title by the imperial court.
People in the world may not admit it, and may even sneer at the idea of a bald donkey being a lackey, but the people do recognize it, and for Buddhism, the people's recognition means that the origin of pilgrims and believers is at least guaranteed.
It's just that Shaolin is divided into north and south. It is Li Chen's decision to decide who should be given or not.
But now, he planned to listen to Ji Wang's opinion.
Jie Wang lowered his eyebrows and said, "Your Highness, let them make their own decision."
No matter who is in North or South Shaolin, they will try their best to get this plaque, which means the authentic Buddhism.
After that, there will be infinite advantages that neither of us can let go of.
But the plaque is in Li Chen's hands. If they want it, they must please Li Chen.
This is the basis for Li Chen to control the northern and southern Shaolin.
Especially after Jie Wang passed away, Li Chen faced a situation where Buddhism had no spokesperson, so this would be the most beneficial choice for him.
"Master is so generous, I feel a little ashamed." Li Chen said sincerely.
Jie Wang smiled kindly and said: "For the poor monk, the hope of giving Buddhism a legacy is the last wish in this life. Now that wish has been fulfilled, there is no other concern."
"What His Highness said is absolutely true. The poor monk's thoughts may not be the thoughts of other people in Buddhism, but the poor monk understands that going against His Highness means going against the imperial court, and going against the imperial court will not end well. , so it is better to put the initiative in the hands of His Highness. Even if Buddhism loses some autonomy, it is worse than disappearing into smoke."
After finishing speaking, Jie Wang bowed to Li Chen again and said slowly: "Amitabha."
The lingering sound of the Buddha's name was still in my ears, but in front of my eyes, Jie Wang had disappeared.
Ji Wang's last words quietly reached Li Chen's ears.
"Your Highness, you will take those 800 monks under your command. The poor monks are destined to pass on the law. If necessary, they can fight against the land of the gods. However, this is only a last resort. After a battle, more than half of the 800 monks will be killed or injured.
I hope His Highness can be kind to them and kind to Buddhism..."
Li Chen sat on the chair and didn't move for a long time.
He knew that after this farewell, he was afraid they would never see each other again.
