Putting down the teacup, Li Chen looked at the old monk opposite and said calmly: "The thief who ruins the country has never been able to complete it overnight or even a generation. Even the starting point of a certain thing is good, but since it is ruled by man, it is impossible to avoid problems in the thoughts of subsequent inheritors."

"The great ancestor of this dynasty uses the law to restrict religions throughout the world. As descendants of future generations, it is impossible to change the course on this point."

The old monk frowned slightly.

From Li Chen's attitude, he felt that the task he was going to do was very difficult.

But thinking about the Buddhist sect that has declined in recent years, he has to say some things, and he has to do some things.

With a sigh, the old monk said, "Your Highness, since you are willing to sit down and talk about these to me, then there is still other way to do this."

Li Chen chuckled and said, "It's true."

"Master, is it the Southern Shaolin or the Northern Shaolin?"

The Buddhists of the Great Qin Empire took Shaolin as the cow, but Shaolin was divided into north and south, and the two schools had completely different concepts.

Although they respect the Buddhas, their thoughts are very different.

The old monk did not hide it and said, "I forgot the Dharma name of the precepts, and I practice Mahayana Buddhism."

Northern Shaolin practices Mahayana Buddhism, which emphasizes the salvation of sentient beings.

The Hinayana Buddhism practiced by Southern Shaolin emphasizes first saving oneself and then saving others.

There is no difference between Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism, it is just a difference in thought.

But when it comes to specific behaviors, the difference will be huge.

Li Chen didn't feel anything about the name Jieying.

But the Sanbao behind him twitched his eyelids when he heard this.

He leaned over slightly, and Sanbao said in Li Chen's ear: "The monk with the word "Jie is at least a hundred years old. If I had expected it, he should be the only remaining word "Jie is a terrible generation. Even the abbot of the North and South Shaolin Temple in the present day should respect his master when he saw him."

A hundred years old...

Li Chen was amazed.

The old monk in front of him should be the first centenarian monster he had seen in his own eyes in two lives.

In his previous life, he had seen centenarians on TV, but no matter how healthy and healthy those centenarians were, they had lost all their teeth and wrinkled faces. But the anger in front of him seemed to violate the laws of nature. Not only did they have all their teeth, but they looked at the gloss of the skin on their faces, they looked healthier than ordinary 70-year-olds.

The next sentence of Sanbao made Li Chen even more interested.

"The Shaolin in the North and South split up the family in the name of the judging generation. This Jingwang in front of him should be the only monk who witnessed the Shaolin division. Whether it is the South and the North, if it is the South and the North, if you respect the seniority, you will respect him."

Since the North and South Shaolins split, they have not said that they are in power and fire, but they are not happy with each other because of their differences in ideas and concepts, and there is almost no room for harmony. If so, the thousand-year Shaolin heritage would not have been divided.

If the old monk in front of him can have a huge impact on the Shaolin Temple in the north and south at the same time, his value will be increased one more level.

After thinking for a little bit, Li Chen said: "I will never change it due to the law. Not to mention that the court has great resistance, even Taoism will not sit idly by. I don't want to cause trouble anymore. The master should be considerate of this."

Jie Wang nodded and said, "It should be."
Chapter completed!