Li Chen's words were very clear and straightforward. Ji Wang was just older and did not have Alzheimer's disease, so he wisely chose to remain silent and did not have any conflict with His Royal Highness on this topic.
"Master, have you brought me the person I want?" Li Chen asked.
Jie Wang chanted the Buddha's name, and then said: "Your Highness, the total number of officially converted monks in Shaolin in the North and South is less than 3,000, so it's not that Shaolin is unwilling, but that it really doesn't have the ability to meet His Highness's request, but the combined total of Shaolin in the North and South is less than 3,000.
Eight hundred capable monks can rush to the capital in the shortest possible time as long as His Highness gives the order."
Li Chen raised his eyebrows and said lukewarmly: "I wanted three thousand people, but the master came with eight hundred people. And you said it was good news?"
Jie Wang immediately explained: "Your Highness, although Shaolin is a thousand-year-old temple, monks are also divided into civil and military monks. Not every monk is a warrior monk. Warrior monks are not the mainstream in the temple. They are only responsible for protecting the safety of the temple. What's more,
Under the high pressure of the imperial court, if Shaolin could really produce three thousand warrior monks, I am afraid that it would have caused the disaster of annihilation."
"Therefore, the North and South Shaolin have always controlled no more than a thousand monks for many years. Others are just learning some physical fitness skills without actual fighting ability."
"This is not difficult to check. If Your Highness doesn't believe it, send someone to check it out."
Li Chen didn't answer.
Shaolin Temple cannot afford so many people, Li Chen has known this for a long time.
But this kind of thing is like bargaining in a business. You must have a high enough attitude at the beginning, so that you can leave enough room when you cut back.
If Honest Bajiao could say as much as he wanted, there would be no room for maneuver.
Tapping his fingers lightly on the table, Li Chen said: "Eight hundred people are really too few. Why don't you, master, come as a worshiper in the East Palace? You alone can be as powerful as ten thousand troops."
As a top expert in the land of gods, the world already knows that there is a ceiling in combat power. If he can bring Ji Wang to his side as a bodyguard, then Li Chen feels that this deal is a good deal.
Unexpectedly, Jie Wang immediately shook his head when faced with this request.
"It's not that the poor monk is unwilling, but it's just that manpower cannot match the destiny."
Jie Wang looked at Li Chen and said slowly: "Your Highness, I don't have much time left. My death is imminent. Even if I want to promise to Your Highness, I can no longer serve His Highness."
Upon hearing this, Li Chen's first reaction was disbelief.
Jie Forget has lived for more than a hundred years, but when it comes to himself, time is running out?
Li Chen frowned, distrust written all over his face.
Jie Wang smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness has not practiced martial arts, so you can't tell that it is normal. Why don't you call the girl from the White Lotus Sect? She will know it at a glance."
"The previous quarrel was also her intention to test the poor monk. If not, how could she provoke him when she knew she was not his opponent?"
Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The master is an eminent monk, so naturally he won't lie, so verification is not necessary."
Li Chen said in a deep voice: "How much time do you have, Master?"
Jie Wang said with a smile: "It won't last more than a month."
Judging from his expression, it seemed that he was not saying that he would die in a month, but that he was going to travel in a month, as if he was relaxed and there was no trace of any fear or uneasiness.
