Chapter Five Hundred and Fiftieth, the Plot of Dog Blood

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The vegetarian dishes from the hotel had just arrived, Wei Xiaobei signed the order, then Shi Yongping arrived, followed by Shi Yanzhen.

But Shi Yongping didn't let Shi Yanzhen follow him in, and dismissed the apprentice with a few words.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei believed in his previous wild guess.

This is clearly a posture of secret talks.

Of course, even if Shi Yongping doesn't drive Shi Yanzhen away, Wei Xiaobei has to remind the other party, after all, it's impossible for things in the gray world to spread everywhere.

Both sides sat down, Wei Xiaobei acted as if he was entertaining guests from afar, he kept calling Shi Yongping to eat.

"Come on, master, this wax gourd meat is well done, it really looks like meat."

Wei Xiaobei used his serving chopsticks to put a piece of wax gourd that was about the size of fat meat into Shi Yongping's bowl.

Shi Yongping didn't have any thoughts about eating at this moment, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry about this, Master Wei, this hotel is jointly opened by disciples of Shaolin laymen and Shaolin Temple. If you are interested, next time I will be the host, please treat Master Wei to a good meal."

Speaking of this, this Shi Yongping changed from his previous lukewarm appearance, fixed his eyes on Wei Xiaobei and asked: "I wonder if Master Wei has entered the gray world this time, has he seen my villain?"

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

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

"Shi Yankun's prayer beads!"

While talking, Shi Yongping flipped over the beads and immediately said affirmatively.

It turns out that each of this string of Buddhist beads is engraved with a Kun character.

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

"How is Shi Yankun?"

After confirming the beads, Shi Yongping hastily turned his head to look at Wei Xiaobei, with eagerness in his eyes.

For Shi Yongping's eagerness.

Wei Xiaobei was not in a hurry, picked up a chopstick of vegetarian dishes for himself, and ate slowly.

"Tell me, what conditions do you want?"

This Shi Yongping is also a mature man. After the initial rush, his expression relaxed, and he looked at Wei Xiaobei and asked.

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

Wei Xiaobei didn't expect this, Shi Yongping, an old monk, would bite when he was in a hurry!

People's appetite cannot be lifted too high. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if the line is broken.

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 nervousness?"

"He is... my apprentice."

Shi Yongping glared at Wei Xiaobei viciously, but he hesitated in what he said.

"Swear by Buddha?"

Wei Xiaobei laughed.

Although Wei Xiaobei is a man, he also has a heart of gossip. After all, it is a bit exciting to know what is going on behind the scenes of Shi Yongping.

"Buddha swears?"

Shi Yongping stared at Wei Xiaobei, without any expression on his face. It was as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

To be honest, when seeing Shi Yongping like this, Wei Xiaobei was secretly on guard.

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

Of course, there are also those who laugh outrageously.

But Shi Yongping should be the former.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you say it, Shi Yankun is the only son of this old monk."

Just when Wei Xiaobei was on guard. Shi Yongping dropped a big bomb on Wei Xiaobei's head.

"What? Shi Yankun is your only son?"

Wei Xiaobei's face was full of surprise, but his heart was full of colors.

To talk about this possibility, Wei Xiaobei had guessed it, but Wei Xiaobei thought it was unlikely. Because that Shi Yankun, who checked the past by himself, did not match Shi Yongping's bloodline.

In other words, the two are not related by blood.

But now hearing what Shi Yongping said, Wei Xiaobei thought of two possibilities.

First, after Shi Yankun was demonized. The breath of blood may change.

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

Of course, what happened between Shi Yankun and Shi Yongping, Wei Xiaobei didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.

After all, Shi Yankun was already in his hands.

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

Wei Xiaobei didn't hide any more, and immediately forwarded the sad news of Shi Yankun to Shi Yongping.

Of course, some artistic processing has also been carried out inside.

Although Shi Yankun really died at the hands of Wei Xiaobei, in Wei Xiaobei's view, this Shi Yankun is no longer Shi Yankun since he was demonized, not to mention that after Shi Yankun was demonized, It was just a toy controlled by the witch. Killing the other party by herself would undoubtedly free the other party.

Of course, if this is the case, if you say it directly, I am afraid that Shi Yongping will turn against him immediately.

Although Wei Xiaobei was not afraid of Shi Yongping, Wei Xiaobei would be really stupid if he made an enemy for himself for no reason.

"died?"

Undoubtedly, Wei Xiaobei's bomb was more powerful than Shi Yongping's.

Although Shi Yongping probably also guessed it, but obviously he couldn't accept it, his eyes were red, and he stared at Wei Xiaobei's body, staring at Wei Xiaobei a little creepy.

This guy knew he killed Shi Yankun himself?

impossible?

Haven't seen him possess such ability?

This is really, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Well, what Wei Xiaobei did was not a bad thing, but it always felt a little weird.

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

As a master of martial arts, maybe even a grand master of martial arts, there is no need to elaborate on the power of Shi Yongping's full palm.

In short, the vegetarian banquet that Wei Xiaobei ate half of was flying all over the sky in an instant, and those plates splashed out towards the surroundings like hidden weapons.

Wei Xiaobei only had time to dodge the dishes that were shot at him, as for the dishes and soup that were shot at the walls, beds, etc., he didn't care.

In addition to being too strenuous, this was not his home. After the old monk got mad, the compensation was his own business, and Wei Xiaobei felt that there was no need for him to intervene.

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

When the waiter and security rushed over to check the situation, they 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, Master Wei, since you don't want to be a monk Instructor of the regiment, then I will not force you anymore. As for the recruitment of the security company, I am upset now, so let Shi Yanzhen negotiate with you."

After speaking, the old monk turned and left.

The security guards wanted to stop the old monk, but luckily the manager of the security department arrived at this time. Seeing the security guards trying to stretch their claws at the old monk, they were so shocked that they almost flew out of their wits. The security guard drove away, leaning towards the old monk like a pug dog, smiling all over his face: "Uncle Master, what do you want me to tell you?"

"Amitabha, does the donor know this old man?"

The old monk was a little surprised. He looked at the security manager, but his face was not good-looking. Whoever it was, he would not be in a good mood at this time.

"The disciples are lay disciples, and the master is Master Yanxin."

The security manager answered hurriedly, still wondering if the old monk saw that he was unhappy, or if the security guards offended him.

"Your kung fu is well practiced."

In front of outsiders, no matter how upset Shi Yongping was, he had no intention of venting his anger on outsiders. He patted the security manager on the shoulder, nodded kindly, and then pointed to Wei Xiaobei's room: "There is a Distinguished guests in the temple, don’t be negligent, all expenses are hung in the temple, do you understand?”

If you want to talk about this kind of thing, naturally it shouldn't be managed by a security manager, after all, it's also an account manager.

But the security manager knew, what was his identity?

Head of Shaolin Dharma Hall! Brother of the abbot! Even the owner of the hotel would call this old monk Master Uncle, not to mention half of the shares in this hotel belong to Shaolin Temple.

In short, since Shi Yongping brought up this matter, even if he pays for it himself, he has to do it well, not to mention that this kind of thing needs to be paid for by himself?

joke!

"Master uncle told me, the disciple will naturally remember, and will definitely take good care of the distinguished guest!"

The security manager patted his chest and replied firmly.

"Well, very good."

Shi Yongping's heart is full of pain now, it's pretty good to be able to remember to say hello.

After all, Wei Xiaobei is an unborn great master, even if Shi Yongping hurt himself, he would not dare to offend him easily.

Shi Yongping turned to leave, and many security guards and waiters watched the master leave with admiring expressions.

No one is a fool, just by looking at the behavior of the security manager and the words he communicated with him, everyone knows the identity of this ugly-looking old monk.

Shaolin eminent monk!

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

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

"Waiter, come in and clean up."

Just when everyone looked back from the disappearing figure, they heard a man come out of the door, beckoning and saying.

Well, this is what the eminent monk said about the honored guest?

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

The young and beautiful waiters looked at this distinguished guest who was handsome, and knew that he was a distinguished guest, so they directly labeled him young, rich, powerful, etc., and looked at Wei Xiaobei unconsciously. A trace of admiration.

Hearing what Wei Xiaobei said, eight waiters scrambled to follow Wei Xiaobei into the room to clean up. (To be continued.)