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The vegetarian dishes from the hotel were just delivered, Wei Xiaobei signed the bill, and Shi Yongping arrived, followed by Shi Yanzhen.

But Shi Yongping did not let Shi Yanzhen come in, and sent the apprentice away after a few words.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei believed in the previous random speculations.

This is clearly a secret discussion.

Of course, even if Shi Yongping did not drive Shi Yanzhen away, Wei Xiaobei would have to remind the other party that things in the gray world could not be spread everywhere.

When both sides sat down, Wei Xiaobei looked like welcoming guests from afar, and kept calling Shi Yongping to eat the dishes.

"Come on, Master, this winter melon meat is well made, it really looks like meat."

Wei Xiaobei used public chopsticks to put a piece of winter melon made similar to fat into Shi Yongping's bowl.

Shi Yongping didn't have the heart to eat at this time, and smiled slightly: "Don't need to do this. This hotel is held by Shaolin lay disciples and Shaolin Temple. The masters who make vegetarian banquets are all borrowed from Shaolin Temple. If Donor Wei is interested, I will be the host next time, please ask Donor Wei to have a good meal."

Speaking of this, Shi Yongping turned his back on his previous warm and devouring water. He stared at Wei Xiaobei and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Wei entered the gray world this time and saw that bad disciple?"

"A bad disciple? The bad disciple did not see him, but the monk saw one."

Wei Xiaobei took out a string of Buddhist beads with his right hand and started playing with it, but Shi Yongping's eyes lit up, and then he snatched the Buddhist beads from Wei Xiaobei's hand.

"Shi Yankun's Buddhist beads!"

As he spoke, Shi Yongping flipped the Buddhist beads and immediately said affirmatively.

It turns out that the word Kun is engraved on each string of Buddhist beads.

There is no need to say more about Shi Yankun’s name.

"How is Shi Yankun?"

After Shi Yongping confirmed the Buddhist beads, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Wei Xiaobei, with anxious eyes.

Wei Xiaobei was not in a hurry at all, picked up a chopstick of vegetarian dishes for himself and started eating slowly.

"Tell me, what are the conditions."

Shi Yongping is also a grown-up person. After being anxious at first, his expression relaxed and he looked at Wei Xiaobei and asked.

Of course, Wei Xiaobei also saw Shi Yongping's secretly clenched fists.

This was something Wei Xiaobei didn't expect. Shi Yongping, an old monk, would bite people even if he was anxious!

You can't hang your appetite too high. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if the thread breaks.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobei put down his chopsticks and asked curiously: "Master, what is the relationship between Shi Yankun and you? Is it worth your old man so nervous?"

"He is my apprentice."

Shi Yongping glared at Wei Xiaobei fiercely, but the words in his mouth were hesitant.

"Swear by Buddha?"

Wei Xiaobei laughed.

Although Wei Xiaobei is a man, he also has a little gossip. After all, it is quite exciting to know what Shi Yongping is secretly doing.

"The Buddha swore?"

Shi Yongping stared at Wei Xiaobei with no expression on his face. It seemed as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

To be honest, when Wei Xiaobei saw Shi Yongping's appearance, he was secretly lucky.

Wei Xiaobei has experience. Elderly people of this age often pay attention to being scheming, but when they are expressionless, they are usually the most angry.

Of course, there are also people who are extremely angry and laugh.

But Shi Yongping should be the former.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you say it. Shi Yankun is my only son."

Just as Wei Xiaobei was on guard, Shi Yongping threw a big bomb on Wei Xiaobei's head.

"What? Shi Yankun is your only son?"

Wei Xiaobei looked surprised, but his heart was colorful.

Wei Xiaobei had guessed this possibility, but Wei Xiaobei thought it was unlikely. Because Shi Yankun, who had explored the past himself, did not match Shi Yongping's bloodline breath.

In other words, there is no blood relationship between the two.

But now after hearing what Shi Yongping said, Wei Xiaobei remembered two possibilities.

First, after Shi Yankun’s devilification, his bloodline aura may change.

Secondly, Shi Yankun is not Shi Yongping's biological son, either an adopted son or a child of Lao Wang next door.

Of course, Wei Xiaobei had no intention of delving into what was going on between Shi Yankun and Shi Yongping.

After all, Shi Yankun was already in his hands.

"Shi Yankun is dead, he dies at the hands of the greedy witch Luo Jia!"

Wei Xiaobei did not hide it anymore and immediately forwarded the bad news about Shi Yankun to Shi Yongping.

Of course, there is also a certain amount of artistic processing inside.

Although Shi Yankun really died at Wei Xiaobei's hands, in Wei Xiaobei's opinion, Shi Yankun was no longer Shi Yankun since the beginning of his demonization. Moreover, after Shi Yankun was transformed, he was just a toy controlled by the witch. Killing the other party himself would undoubtedly free him.

Of course, if you say this directly, Shi Yongping may immediately turn against him.

Although Wei Xiaobei was not afraid of Shi Yongping, Wei Xiaobei was really stupid if he had created an enemy for no reason.

"Dead?"

There is no doubt that the bomb released by Wei Xiaobei is more powerful than Shi Yongping.

Although Shi Yongping probably guessed it, it was obviously a little unacceptable. His eyes were red and he stared at Wei Xiaobei, staring at Wei Xiaobei a little creepy.

This guy knows that he killed Shi Yankun?

Impossible?

Haven't seen him have such abilities?

This is really, you don’t do anything bad or you don’t have to be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Well, Wei Xiaobei did not do anything wrong, but he always felt something strange.

Just when Wei Xiaobei was suspicious, Shi Yongping slapped the table with a slap.

As a master of national martial arts, or even a master of national martial arts, there is no need to elaborate on how powerful Shi Yongping's palm is with all his strength.

In short, the cucumber that was eaten by Wei Xiaobei instantly flew all over the sky, and the plates splashed out like hidden weapons.

Wei Xiaobei had only time to avoid the plates shot at him. As for the plates and soup shot towards the walls, beds, etc., he ignored it.

Apart from being too hard, this is not his own family. After the old monk got angry, compensation was his own business. Wei Xiaobei felt that he had no need to intervene.

Well, of course, this incident also caused a lot of trouble. First, the chandeliers in the room downstairs were shaken off two of them. Fortunately, they did not hurt anyone, but they also scared the guests to death.

When the waiter and the security guard rushed over to check the situation, he only saw the door open. After an old monk came out, he turned around and sang a Buddha's name to the person inside the door: "Amitabha, donor, since you are unwilling to be the instructor of the martial monks' ensemble, I will no longer force you. As for the recruitment of security companies, I am confused now, so Shi Yanzhen will negotiate with you."

After saying that, the old monk turned around and left.

The security guard wanted to stop the old monk, but fortunately the security manager arrived at this time. When he saw the security guards trying to stretch their claws to the old monk, he was so shocked that he almost flew out. He scolded him and kicked him away, like a pug leaning against the old monk, smiling: "Uncle Master, what are your instructions?"

"Amitabha, the donor knows me?"

The old monk was a little surprised and looked at the security manager, but his face was not good. If it were anyone, he would not be in a good mood at this time.

"The disciple is a lay disciple, and the master is Master Yanxin."

The security manager replied in a stern face, wondering whether the old monk was unhappy when he saw that he was unhappy or whether the security guards had offended him before.

"You have practiced your kung fu well."

In front of outsiders, Shi Yongping was unhappy, but he didn't think of venting his anger. He patted the security manager on the shoulder, nodded kindly, and then pointed to Wei Xiaobei's room: "There are distinguished guests in the temple. You should not neglect them. All expenses are hung in the temple. Do you understand?"

If you want to talk about such things, you naturally should not be managed by a security manager, and you will be an account manager anyway.

But the security manager knows what his identity is?

The head of the Shaolin Damo Hall! The abbot’s senior brother! Even the hotel owner wants to call this old monk uncle, not to mention that half of the shares in this hotel belong to Shaolin Temple.

In short, since Shi Yongping proposed this matter, even if he paid for it himself, he had to do it well. What's more, does this kind of thing require him to pay for it himself?

joke!

"Uncle Master's advice, my disciples will remember that they will definitely take good care of the distinguished guests!"

The security manager patted his chest and replied firmly.

"Yeah, very good."

Shi Yongping is now full of pain, so it is already very good to remember to say hello.

After all, Wei Xiaobei is a great master who has never been born. Even if Shi Yongping is in pain, he will not dare to offend him easily.

Shi Yongping turned around and left, and the many security guards and waiters watched the master leave with a look of admiration.

No one is a fool. Just looking at the actions of the security manager and the words he communicated with him, everyone knows what the identity of this old monk who looks unpretentious is.

A Shaolin monk!

Since this hotel is not far from Songshan, and the owner is a disciple of Shaolin lay people, the people in this hotel are more or less interested in Buddha. Well, those call girls are not in this range.

Therefore, after understanding Shi Yongping's identity, he naturally admired him very much.

"Waiter, come in and clean up."

Just as everyone's eyes were just withdrawn from their disappearing backs, they could hear a man coming out of the door and waved to order.

Well, this is what the monk calls a distinguished guest?

The people present had different identities, and their eyes and thoughts were different when they looked at Wei Xiaobei.

The young and beautiful waiters looked at the distinguished guest who looked very handsome and knew that he was a distinguished guest. They directly labeled him as young, rich, powerful, etc., and looked at Wei Xiaobei unconsciously with a hint of admiration.
Chapter completed!