Chapter 555

No nonsense, continue codeword after update.

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The vegetarian dishes of the hotel had just been delivered. Wei Xiaobei signed the bill. Shi Yongping arrived, followed by Shi Yanzhen.

But Shi Yongping didn't let Shi Yanzhen follow in. He sent the apprentice away in a few words.

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

This is the posture of secret conversation.

Of course, even if Shi Yongping doesn't drive Shi Yanzhen away, Wei Xiaobei has to remind the other party. After all, the gray world can't spread everywhere.

The two sides sat down. Wei Xiaobei was like entertaining guests from afar and kept greeting Shi Yongping to eat.

"Come on, master, the white gourd meat is well cooked. It really looks like meat."

Wei Xiaobei used public chopsticks to clip a white gourd made like fat into Shi Yongping's bowl.

Shi Yongping smiled: "don't do that, benefactor Wei. This hotel is jointly opened by Shaolin laymen and Shaolin Temple. The masters who make vegetarian feast are borrowed from Shaolin Temple. If benefactor Wei is interested, I'll be the host next time. Please have a good meal, benefactor Wei."

Speaking of this, Shi Yongping turned away from his previous appearance of swallowing water. He stared at Wei Xiaobei and asked, "I don't know if benefactor Wei entered the grey world this time. Did you see my bad disciple?"

"Villain? The villain didn't see it, but the great monk saw one."

Wei Xiaobei took out a string of Buddha beads in his right hand and played with them, but Shi Yongping's eyes lit up, and then grabbed the Buddha beads from Wei Xiaobei's hand.

"Shi Yankun's Buddha beads!"

As he spoke, Shi Yongping turned over the Buddha bead and immediately affirmed.

It turned out that each of the beads was engraved with the word Kun.

In connection with Shi Yankun's name, there is no need to say more.

"How's Shi Yankun?"

After confirming the Buddha beads, Shi Yongping quickly turned his head and looked at Wei Xiaobei with eagerness in his eyes.

For Shi Yongping's eagerness, Wei Xiaobei was not in a hurry. He sandwiched himself a chopstick of vegetable food and slowly ate it.

"Come on, what conditions do you want."

Shi Yongping is also an old man. After he was anxious at first, he relaxed and looked at Wei Xiaobei and asked.

Of course, Wei Xiaobei also saw the fist that Shi Yongping secretly clenched.

This is what Wei Xiaobei didn't expect. Shi Yongping, an old monk, will bite when he is anxious!

Don't hang people's appetite too high, otherwise the broken line is trouble.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobei put down his chopsticks and asked curiously, "master, what is the relationship between Shi Yankun and you? It's worth your nervousness?"

"He is... My apprentice."

Shi Yongping glared at Wei Xiaobei fiercely, but his words hesitated.

"Swear by Buddha?"

Wei Xiaobei said with a smile.

Although Wei Xiaobei is a man, he also has a trace of gossip. After all, it's exciting to know what Shi Yongping is secretly doing.

"Buddha swear?"

Shi Yongping's eyes stared at Wei Xiaobei. There was no expression on his face. It was like saying something that had nothing to do with himself.

To tell the truth, Wei Xiaobei was secretly on guard when he saw Shi Yongping like this.

Wei Xiaobei has experience. Old people of this age often pay attention to a city government, but when they are expressionless, they are usually the most angry.

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

But Shi Yongping should be the former.

"Well, it doesn't matter to say it. Shi Yankun is my only son."

While Wei Xiaobei was on alert, Shi Yongping dropped 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 guessed this possibility, but Wei Xiaobei thought it was unlikely, because Shi Yankun's own exploration of the past was inconsistent with Shi Yongping's blood breath.

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

But now listening to Shi Yongping, Wei Xiaobei thinks of two possibilities.

First, after Shi Yankun is demonized, the blood breath may change.

Second, Shi Yankun is not Shi Yongping's own son, either an adopted son or the child of Lao Wang next door.

Of course, Wei Xiaobei has no intention of going deep into what is going on between Shi Yankun and Shi Yongping.

After all, Shi Yankun has hung in his hand.

"Shi Yankun died, in the hands of the greedy witch Roga!"

Wei Xiaobei didn't hide any more, and then transferred the bad news of Shi Yankun to Shi Yongping.

Of course, there is also some artistic processing.

Although Shi Yankun really died in Wei Xiaobei's hands, from Wei Xiaobei's point of view, Shi Yankun was no longer Shi Yankun from the beginning of demonization. Moreover, after demonization, Shi Yankun was just a toy controlled by the witch. Killing each other by himself undoubtedly liberated the other.

Of course, in this case, if you say it directly, I'm afraid Shi Yongping will turn against himself immediately.

Although Wei Xiaobei is not afraid of Shi Yongping, he makes an enemy for no reason. Wei Xiaobei is really stupid.

"Dead?"

There is no doubt that the bomb released by Wei Xiao Bei is more awesome than release Yongping.

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

This guy knows he killed Shi Yankun?

Impossible?

Haven't you seen him have such ability?

It's true. Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door.

Well, Wei Xiaobei doesn't feel guilty, but he always feels strange.

When Wei Xiaobei was suspicious, Shi Yongping slapped him on the table.

As a master of Chinese martial arts, or even a great master of Chinese martial arts, there is no need to elaborate on the strength of Shi Yongping's full hand.

In a word, the vegetarian banquet eaten by Wei Xiaobei was flying all over the sky, and those plates sputtered around like concealed weapons.

Wei Xiaobei only had time to avoid the plates shot at him. He didn't care about the plates and soup shot at the walls, beds and so on.

In addition to too much effort, this is not his own home. After the old monk became angry, the compensation is his own business. Wei Xiaobei felt he didn't need to intervene.

Well, of course, this also caused a lot of disasters. First, two chandeliers in the downstairs room were directly shaken off. Fortunately, no one was hurt, but it also scared the guests half to death.

When the waiter and the security guard came to check the situation, they only saw the door open. After an old monk came out, he turned and sang a Buddhist name to the people in the door: "Amitabha, benefactor Wei, since you don't want to be the instructor of the martial monk group, I don't ask any more. As for the recruitment of people by the security company, I'm upset now. Let Shi Yanzhen negotiate with you."

After that, the old monk turned and left.

The security guard wanted to stop the old monk. Fortunately, the manager of the security department arrived at this time. When he saw the security guards trying to extend their claws to the old monk, he was so frightened that he almost flew out. He scolded, punched and kicked the security guard away. It was like a Pug leaning against the old monk with a smile on his face: "shishuzu, what do you want to do?"

"Amitabha, do you know me, benefactor?"

The old monk was a little surprised. He looked at the security manager, but he didn't look good. Who would be in a bad mood at this time.

"The disciple is a layman, and the master is master Yanxin."

The security manager replied quickly, wondering whether the old monk was unhappy or whether the previous security guards had offended him.

"Your Kung Fu is very good."

In front of outsiders, Shi Yongping didn't want to vent his anger with outsiders even if he was no longer upset. He patted the security manager on the shoulder, nodded kindly, and then pointed to Wei Xiaobei's room: "there are distinguished guests living in the temple. You can't neglect it. All expenses are hung in the temple, do you understand?"

To say such things, naturally, it should not be managed by a security manager, but also an account manager.

But the security manager knows, what is his identity?

Head of Shaolin Dharma hall! Abbot's senior brother! Even the hotel owner wants to call the old monk Shi Shuzu, not to mention that half of the shares in the hotel belong to Shaolin Temple.

In short, since Shi Yongping put forward this matter, we should do it well even if we subsidize ourselves. What's more, do we need to subsidize ourselves for this kind of thing?

make fun of!

"Shishuzu told me that the disciples naturally remember and will take good care of the distinguished guests!"

The security manager patted his chest and replied firmly.

"Well, very good."

Shi Yongping is now full of pain. It's good to remember to say hello.

After all, Wei Xiaobei is a great master who is not born. Even if Shi Yongping is hurt, he doesn't dare to offend each other easily.

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

No one is a fool. Just look at the actions of the security manager and the words exchanged with him. Everyone knows what the seemingly ugly old monk is.

Shaolin eminent monk!

Since the hotel is not far from Songshan and the boss is a Shaolin layman disciple, the people in the hotel are more or less Buddhist minded. Well, those call girls are not in this range.

Therefore, after understanding Shi Yongping's identity, we naturally admire him.

"Waiter, come in and clean up."

Just as everyone's eyes had just taken back from their disappeared back, they heard and saw a man come out of the door, waved and ordered.

Well, is this what the eminent monk called a distinguished guest?

The people present, with different identities, looked at Wei Xiaobei with different eyes and thoughts.

The young and beautiful waiters looked at the distinguished guest and knew that he was a distinguished guest. They directly labeled him as young, rich, powerful and so on. When they looked at Wei Xiaobei, they unconsciously brought a trace of love.

When Wei Xiaobei said this, eight waiters scrambled to follow Wei Xiaobei into the room to clean up. (to be continued.)