I'm the villain in the book

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Su Qi always felt that he had a choice, but now he realized that his every move was always within Wei Changtian's calculations.

Even, for him, being able to finish the play according to the "script" is already a good result.

In case Wei Changtian no longer needs him, but let the beast tide attack the city

Standing up slowly, Su Qi had a few strands of white hair on his temples.

He walked out of the room slowly, the golden morning sun fell on him, and even the fiery red morning glow seemed to be lonely for a long time.

Su Qi finally made up his mind, but he was destined not to see Wei Changtian today.

Because when he was going to Guanyue Inn, the latter had already arrived at Yun'an Temple, and was looking at the huge plaque in amazement.

Although this Yun'an Temple is not considered a big temple, the plaque on the temple is extraordinarily grand, at least much bigger than all the temples Wei Changtian has been to before.

And if nothing else happened, this should be where the old beggar stayed.

Of course, this is just Wei Changtian's guess.

Although the "signal" of Qianli Yanbo disappeared here, it might just be a coincidence.

However, Wei Changtian still felt that people would subconsciously go to places he was familiar with in times of crisis, so he still came here.

It's something to try anyway.

"..."

Looking around, it was still early at this time, there were not many pilgrims here, and there were a few young monks in the temple who were sweeping the floor.

Because Wei Changtian had a simple and easy expression when he came, he was not afraid that someone would recognize him easily, so he walked directly into the temple and asked a young monk casually.

"Little master, I don't know if your abbot is in the temple now?"

"Ah, benefactor, what is your business looking for our abbot?"

The little monk raised his head, and replied with some uncertainty: "I don't know if he is there, I have to ask to find out."

"Oh."

Wei Changtian nodded, and made up his mind casually: "My surname is Xiao, and I made a fortune recently. I felt so uneasy, so I thought about donating some incense money to Yun'an Temple."

"Not much, about two or three thousand taels."

"What, what?"

Hearing Wei Changtian's words, the little monk's eyes widened instantly, and the broom in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Obviously, for a young monk like him who has never seen much of the world, two to three thousand taels is undoubtedly an astronomical figure.

And if such a distinguished guest wants to see the abbot, there is naturally no problem at all.

"Shi, benefactor, wait a moment, I'll go and ask the abbot if the old man is there!"

"Well, please trouble little master."

"..."

Soon, the little monk ran away in a hurry, and even forgot to take the broom on the ground.

Wei Changtian watched his back running away, and turned his head to carefully observe the layout of Yun'an Temple.

It's not too different from an ordinary temple. The place I'm standing now is the Tianwang Hall, which is the closest to the gate of the temple after entering the temple.

The Hall of Heavenly Kings enshrines the four heavenly kings, the Heavenly King Jiguo in the East, the Heavenly King Zengchang in the South, the Heavenly King Guangmu in the West, and the Heavenly King Duowen in the North.

To put it simply, it is four Buddhas with fierce appearance.

It is quite similar to the red evil Buddha of the old beggar last night

Curling his lips, Wei Changtian estimated that it would take a while for the young monk to come back, so he walked into the Hall of Heavenly Kings.

And the moment he stepped through the gate of the palace, the Buddha eyes of the four statues of heavenly kings moved at the same time.

Chapter 886 I Don't Go To Hell Who Goes To Hell

"Benefactor Xiao, the abbot invites you to go over."

After almost a stick of incense, the little monk found Wei Changtian in the Palace of Heavenly Kings out of breath.

At this time, Wei Changtian was studying with great interest what magic weapon was in the hands of the most vicious-looking "Northern King", so he casually asked the little monk:

"Is that an umbrella in his hand?"

"It's an umbrella."

The little monk looked at Wei Changtian in surprise, as if wondering why he didn't even know this.

After all, since this "Young Master Xiao" wants to donate money to the temple, he should be a Buddhist believer, how could he not know more about the magic weapon of the Heavenly King?

But although he was puzzled, the little monk answered truthfully:

"Young Master Xiao, this is the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, a treasure used by the Northern Heavenly King to cover the world and prevent demons from harming the people. It also represents his steadfast Buddha's heart that is always pure and free from contamination by other things."

"Oh I got it."

Nodding his head, Wei Changtian looked away and said with a smile, "Let me, little master, lead the way."

"Yes"

Bowing his head and turning sideways, the little monk responded and quickly led Wei Changtian out of the Hall of Heavenly Kings, and walked along a small path to the depths of Yun'an Temple.

At the same time, Su Qi, who looked haggard, saw Li Zimu again in the Moon View Inn about a dozen miles away.

"Miss Lee"

There was a stiff smile on his face, compared to the few times he met before, Su Qi no longer had the character of being neither humble nor overbearing.

He arched his hands at Li Zimu, and was about to say something cautiously, but was interrupted by the latter:

"Master Su, the young master is not here."

"..."

Su Qi's expression froze, and he whispered:

"Miss Li, I have something very important to discuss with Mr. Wei, could you please inform me?"

"Important matter?"

Li Zimu smiled, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Young master is doing something more important right now, Mr. Su should wait."

"Then I don't know how long I have to wait?"

"I don't know. Maybe one day, maybe two or three days."

Li Zimu glanced at Su Qi: "My lord, why not go back first, if the young master comes back, I will truthfully tell the young master about your visit."

Maybe one day, maybe two or three days.

Su Qi didn't know what the "more important thing" Li Zimu was talking about, but he knew that if he really waited until then, it would be too late.

"Li, Miss Li, the young master doesn't want to see me."

Looking at the stairs leading to the second floor of the inn, Su Qi's voice became even more humble.

"This, I was wrong before, I hope you can give me another chance, I... I will definitely do my best to help you."

"Oh?"

Hearing Su Qi finally uttered these words, Li Zimu's eyelids trembled slightly, and his expression became playful.

She raised her eyes to look at Su Qi with a bitter face, and asked knowingly:

"Master Su, what do you mean by that?"

"I"

Su Qi paused, lowered his head in embarrassment, and didn't say anything for a long time.

It can be seen that it is a very difficult thing for him to admit the betrayal with his own mouth.

But since Su Qi has come here, he must know that he will have to cross this hurdle sooner or later.

So after being silent for a while, he finally trembled word by word:

"I, I am willing to follow the example of Mr. Wei from now on, and help Mr. Wei to destroy Dagan."

"..."

I would like to help the young master destroy Dagan.

It's hard to say what Su Qi's mood was when he said this.

Perhaps if it wasn't for the people of Linchuan City, he would rather die than betray his country.

But now, when the "responsibility" of being an official forced him to embark on this road of no return, his heart may have already been ashamed.

The originally straight back became bent, and Su Qi seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

He lowered his head and stopped talking, only his fingers trembling slightly, like an old dog.

But Li Zimu who got the "answer" seemed to have no sympathy for the poor man who was "forced to go to the Liangshan" in front of him, and even asked with a sarcasm smile:

"Master Su, so Jing Guoqing will arrive in Linchuan within three days?"

"... His Majesty will not come."

Su Qi still lowered his head, and his voice was very weak: "Miss Li, please ask your son if you can give me a few more days, and I will definitely find a way to lure Bijing Guoqing to come to Sichuan."

"It's just that I don't know if the young master can be merciful to the beast tide coming from Changliu Mountain."

"Hehe, it turned out to be because of the beast tide."

Li Zimu sneered: "I said, why did my lord suddenly figure it out? Feelings don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin."

"Yes, I was confused before."

Facing Li Zimu's ridicule, Su Qi neither showed the slightest bit of anger, nor did he say a word of tit-for-tat.

He just admitted his "mistake" obediently, and the cowardice in his tone was unbearable.

From an important official of a country who was trusted by Jing Guoqing and loved by the people, to a traitor who is now reduced to the enemy's lackey, Li Zimu knows why Su Qi is for it.

Therefore, even though he knew that he still needed to continue to put pressure on Su Qi at this time, Li Zimu hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't say any more humiliating words.

"Okay, let's go back, my lord."

"I will tell you the truth about today's matter."

"As for the future, it depends on the young master's decision."

After saying the last sentence, Li Zimu turned and left without looking back, leaving Su Qi standing alone.

The latter was like a stone sculpture, and stood with his head down for a long time before looking up at the empty stairs.

In any case, now that the matter has come to this point, he can no longer regret it.

No matter what will happen in the future, Su Qi no longer cares whether he will be "famous in history" or "notorious forever".

He didn't even expect the people of Linchuan City to appreciate his "sacrifice", he only hoped that hundreds of thousands of innocent lives could be saved with his own "sin".

Just like that widely circulated Buddhist saying.

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell.

"How about it?"

On the other side, when Li Zimu returned to the room, Zhang San immediately leaned over and asked gossipingly, "Su Qi has decided to reverse?"

"Yes."

Li Zimu nodded: "Just as Young Master expected, the beast tide was the last straw that crushed him, and it seems that he really has nowhere to go."

"Hahaha! The young master really knows everything like a god!"

Zhang San was excited when he heard the words: "At the beginning, the young master said that when the beast horde came to Linchuan City, Su Qi would definitely turn against him."

"I didn't expect Su Qi to be overwhelmed before the beast horde came."

"I will send a message to the young master!"

"..."

While talking, Zhang San excitedly took out the mother-of-child jade, ready to tell Wei Changtian the good news.

But after a while, he raised his head under Li Zimu's puzzled gaze, and muttered in a daze: