This ordinary-looking monk gave Lin Zhiming a strange feeling.
He looked at the monk in front of him and found that the monk was also looking at him. Those calm eyes seemed to see through everything.
From the last time to now, this monk seems to have accurately told what happened to Lin Zhiming recently and what is about to happen.
Lin Zhiming felt that this monk was evil.
"How did Master know that I had suffered a bloody disaster recently?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Look," the monk said.
"Look?" Lin Zhiming looked at the monk in front of him in surprise. Could it be that this monk also has special abilities and can see people's current status?
"Donor, poor monk, I still say the same thing, but do good deeds and don't worry about the future. All kinds of sins in the world can be turned into merit. At the same time, the benefactor should also reduce his killing karma so as not to cause too much killing and bring disaster to future generations." The monk said.
said.
"Oh..." Lin Zhiming let out a long oh, then took out his checkbook and wrote a bunch of numbers on it and placed it in front of the monk.
"Master, please help me chant sutras and pray for blessings!" Lin Zhiming said.
"Easy to say, easy to say." The monk picked up the check given by Lin Zhiming and kept it.
Lin Zhiming put his hands together and bowed to him, then turned and left.
Looking at Lin Zhiming's leaving figure, the monk smiled slightly, turned around and left, seemingly without any intention of unbundling the other pilgrims.
Lin Zhiming returned to his car, with the words of the previous monk still in his mind.
"Where did this pretending monk come from?" Lin Zhiming frowned slightly.
Although this monk only appeared twice in the past year, he always gave Lin Zhiming a strange feeling.
Of course, Lin Zhiming didn't think what the monk said was so magical. In fact, after thinking for a while, Lin Zhiming already knew why the monk could say so many things related to him.
He is a celebrity, so it is not ruled out that the monks know about him from some channels, and some of his news, such as divorce, can be known to ordinary people. In addition, he is a super strong warrior, so there will naturally be no shortage of killings.
, so the monk’s words can basically be inseparable from his situation.
What Lin Zhiming is more curious about is whether this monk is interested in his money or his people? Or is he really just a simple monk?
Lin Zhiming thought a lot, and then called Dong Jian and asked him to check the monk's background.
Dong Jian's speed was very fast, and he found out basically all the monk's information when it was getting dark.
Monk Liao Yuan, whose name is Liao Yuan, is said to have become a monk in Xingyuan Temple last year, and now he helps people interpret fortunes at Xing Yuan Temple. Before that, Monk Liao Yuan had been engaged in fortune telling business for a period of time, and was quite famous in the local area.
A powerful man offended the powerful during the fortune-telling process, and was imprisoned for a period of time by the authorities for spreading feudal superstitions. After he was released, he became a monk. As for some earlier information, Dong Jian also checked it, but it was unremarkable.
Something worth noting.
"Lianyuan once gained a lot of fame for his fortune-telling, but after he was arrested, all his illegal gains were confiscated, and his wife reportedly ran away with someone. After she came out, she was quite depressed, so she chose to become a monk.
"Dong Jian said on the other end of the phone.
"He is indeed a poor man." Lin Zhiming said.
"This monk hasn't done anything surprising since he became a monk, but his ability to interpret fortune-telling is quite high. Maybe it has something to do with his fortune-telling before. Head of the family, do you need to arrest him and put him on trial?" Dong Jian asked.
"It's not necessary, I'm just a passerby." Lin Zhiming said, hung up the phone, and temporarily forgot about the monk Yuan, because at this time, he had already driven downstairs to the company.
After parking the car, Lin Zhiming put on a pair of sunglasses and walked towards the pedestrian street with a well-packaged box.
By this time, the sky had turned dark, and a warm yellow light lit up at the door of Sismail's restaurant.
Sismel Restaurant is not open to the public today because today is the birthday of chef Tian Xinyu, and the restaurant was closed for one night to celebrate Tian Xinyu's birthday.
In addition to Lin Zhiming, Tian Xinyu also invited many friends he had made in Straits City.
At this time, Tian Xinyu had already changed out of her chef uniform, wearing a warm yellow turtleneck sweater on her upper body, and her hair was tied into a cute ponytail.
Because the sweater is slim-fitting, it brings out Tian Xinyu’s beautiful figure.
Tian Xinyu wore a long skirt on her lower body, which covered her ankles, leaving only a pair of white cloth shoes exposed.
This makes Tian Xinyu look like a little sister of the Lin family.
On the table in the restaurant is the delicious food that Tian Xinyu’s colleagues spent more than two hours making. Tian Xinyu’s friends are sitting at the table. Everyone is chatting. Soothing music is playing in the restaurant and the heater is turned on.
It gives people an extremely warm feeling.
Tian Xinyu is not good at talking. Although he is today's protagonist, he never speaks much.
Fortunately, everyone is very familiar with her character. A group of people are talking about their own things, and the scene will not be cold.
Tian Xinyu looked at the door from time to time, looking forward to the arrival of that person in her heart.
At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open from the outside.
Tian Xinyu's face was happy, but then the joy suddenly disappeared.
The person who came in was not Lin Zhiming, but several young people.
"I'm telling you, the food in this restaurant is really delicious, and the chef is also good-looking. I'll ask the chef to make something special for you in a while!" A young man in his twenties with middle parted hair followed.
The friend said as he walked inside.
"Sorry about this guest, we are closed tonight." The manager of the restaurant hurried over and said.
"Closed?!" The middle-parted young man frowned and asked, "Why is it closed?"
"Well, today is our chef's birthday. We are holding a birthday party for her here, so we are not open to the public!" the manager explained patiently.
"Really? That's a coincidence, we can be together too!" the middle-parted young man said with a smile.
"That's right, sir, our party is internal, only the employees and the chef's friends will attend," the manager said.
"What's the matter? Do you think I'm not qualified?" The middle-parted young man frowned and asked with a cold face.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. This is just our arrangement tonight!" the manager said.
"Brother, you make me lose face like this. Do you know who I am?" asked the middle-parted young man.
"Excuse my ignorance, I don't know who you are!" the manager said.
"Let me tell you, the new director of the Special Service Division of the Dragon Clan in Strait City is my uncle. My name is Li Weifeng! Remember my name." The young man in the center pointed at himself and said proudly.
"I see, I remember, Mr. Li, but today we really want to celebrate our chef's birthday, so we can only ask you..." Just as the manager was about to say something, the middle-marked young man named Li Weifeng slapped him in the face.
past.
There was a crisp sound, causing the group of people chatting to look this way.
"You know my identity and you're still pretending to be cool with me? I brought my friends to your place today for shopping. If you don't give me money, you won't give me face. If you don't give me face, you won't give my uncle face, right?
, do you really think that you are a big deal because you are an Internet celebrity restaurant? Believe it or not, I can destroy your restaurant with just one phone call?!" Li Weifeng shouted loudly.
"Why do you beat someone?!" When several clerks in the store saw their manager being beaten, they rushed forward and surrounded Li Weifeng and others.
"Who dares to take action? My uncle is the director of the Special Service Department of Longzuhaihai City!" Li Weifeng shouted.
The director of the Secret Service has mastered the power of the Dragon Clan in an area. He can even bypass the Dragon Clan's special commissioner to do some things. If he offends the Secret Service, he will be sent to the Secret Service directly without going through the local judicial procedures.
Accept punishment from the Secret Service.
So when they heard Li Weifeng shouting like this, all the waiters didn't dare to make any move.
The manager wiped his slapped face, showed a smile and said, "Sir, your anger is probably gone after this slap. Please move to another restaurant. It is really not convenient for us to entertain you today."
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"Oh, you can bend and stretch?" Li Weifeng looked at the manager jokingly and said, "But this trick is of no use to me. I rarely bring my friends to your place for dinner, and you still don't give me face. This matter is difficult to deal with.
If you don't entertain me today, I won't leave. Brothers, please sit down."
After Li Weifeng finished speaking, he took several of his friends to sit next to him.
The manager looked embarrassed. Just when he was about to say something, Tian Xinyu came over and whispered to the manager, "Manager, I...I'm going to make them something to eat."
"Today is your birthday, and I promised not to do business to celebrate your birthday." The manager said with a frown.
"No, it's okay." Tian Xinyu shook her head.
"Okay..." The manager sighed, walked to Li Weifeng's table and said, "What do you guys need?"
"That's right! How can a businessman kick customers out?" Li Weifeng smiled and then said, "Give me a portion of everything on your menu."
"All? We have dozens of dishes on the menu. There are only four of you. Have you finished eating?" the manager asked.
"Throw it away after you finish it. It's not like I won't give you money. Let me tell you, this is your punishment for driving us away just now. Do you understand?!" Li Weifeng said with a sneer.
"This..." The manager was a little angry. It was obvious that Li Weifeng didn't want Tian Xinyu to have a good birthday.
Just when he was about to say something, Tian Xinyu said, "Manager, I'll go to the kitchen to cook it for him."
After saying that, Tian Xinyu turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Several chefs also followed Tian Xinyu into the kitchen.
The manager sighed, facing someone like Li Weifeng, he had no good solution.
At this time, there was movement at the door, and someone opened the door and walked in.
The manager glanced at the door and then became happy.