Your body and hair are easily damaged by your parents.

And the name is given by parents and represents a person's most basic personality and dignity.

When Li Chen said that he wanted Emperor Jian to change his name, he could hardly help but the murderous intent in his heart was boiling.

But the big bald head that lies between him and Li Chen made him wisely resist the impulse.

"Your Highness is wise."

Jane Dixin... Now he should be called Jian Xin. He said coldly, turned his head and took it out, and the person had disappeared.

After Jian Xin left, Li Chen bowed to Jie Wanggong and said, "Thank you, Master today."

"Amitabha."

Jie Wang bowed slightly and said, "Everything is a law of fate, your highness is not polite."

Li Chen asked: "Will today's attack of such a level have an impact on the master?"

Jiewang smiled freely and said, "Yes, but not big, I just eat a few days less."

Li Chen was slightly silent and said, "Thank you, Master."

This was Li Chen's second thank you. He had fewer words, but his sincerity was a little heavier.

Jie Wang smiled slightly and bowed to Li Chen, which was considered to have accepted this thank you.

"Master, then, will the plaque be sent to the Southern Shaolin or the Northern Shaolin?" Li Chen asked suddenly.

At the beginning, Li Chen promised to quit and forgot to let Shaolin be the largest sect in the world, and was personally granted by the imperial court.

People in the martial arts world may not admit it. They may even laugh at the bald donkey as a lackey, but the people recognize it. For Buddhism, the recognition of the people means that the source of pilgrims and believers has the minimum guarantee.

It’s just that Shaolin is divided into two parts, and Li Chen decided to give it to whom.

But now, he was going to listen to Jue Wu's opinion.

Jie Wang lowered his eyebrows and said, "Your Highness, let them make their own decisions."

In the north and south Shaolin, no matter who it is, they will try every means to get this plaque, which means that Buddhism is authentic.

There will be infinite advantages in the future, and we cannot let each other go.

But the plaque is in Li Chen's hands, and if they want it, they must please Li Chen.

This is the basis for Li Chen to control the Shaolin in the north and south.

Especially after Jiewang passed away, Li Chen faced the situation where there was no spokesperson in Buddhism, which would be the most beneficial choice for him.

"I feel a little ashamed of being so generous to the master." Li Chen said sincerely.

Jiewang smiled kindly and said, "For me, the hope that I can give Buddhism a successor is the last wish in this life. Now that the wish has been cleared, there is no other concern."

"What Your Highness said is that my monk's thoughts may not be the thoughts of others in the Buddhist sect, but I understand that if you go against your Highness, you are against the court, and if you go against the court, you will not have a good end. Therefore, it is better to put the initiative in the hands of your highness. Even if the Buddhist sect has less autonomy, it is worse than to disappear."

After saying that, Jiewang bowed to Li Chen again and said slowly: "Amitabha."

The lingering sound of the Buddha's name was still in my ears, but there was no sign of Jingwu in front of me.

The last sentence of forgetting was quietly passed on to Li Chen's ears.

"Your Highness, you will be included in the eight hundred monks. I am the one who has the destiny to pass on the law. If necessary, you can fight in the land fairyland, but this is only a forced method. After a battle, more than half of the eight hundred monks will be killed or injured. I hope Your Highness can treat them well and Buddhism well..."

Li Chen sat on the chair and didn't move for a long time.

He knew that this farewell would be no more than a day.
Chapter completed!