After almost one stick of incense, the young monk panted and found Wei Changtian in the Palace of the Heavenly King.
At this time, Wei Changtian was studying with great interest what the magical weapon was in the hands of the most ferocious-looking "King of the North", so he casually asked the little monk Xiang:
"Is that an umbrella he's holding?"
"It's an umbrella..."
The young monk glanced at Wei Changtian in surprise, as if wondering why he didn't even know this.
After all, since this "Master Xiao" wants to donate money to the temple, he should be a Buddhist believer. How could he not know about the magic weapon of King Duowen?
However, although he was puzzled, the young monk still answered truthfully:
"Master Xiao, this is the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella. It is a treasure used by the Northern King to shield the world and prevent demons from harming the people. It also represents that his firm Buddha heart will always be pure and uncontaminated by other things."
"Oh I got it."
Nodding, Wei Changtian looked away and said with a smile: "Please lead the way, young master."
"yes......"
Lowering his head and turning sideways, the young monk responded and quickly led Wei Changtian out of the Tianwang Hall and followed a path to the depths of Yun'an Temple.
At the same time, in Guanyue Inn, about ten miles away from here, Su Qi, who looked haggard, saw Li Zimu again.
...
"Miss Li..."
With a restrained sneer on his face, Su Qi no longer had the neither humble nor overbearing demeanor compared to the previous meetings.
He cupped his hands towards Li Zimu and was about to say something cautiously, but was interrupted by the latter who spoke first:
"Master Su, the young master is not here."
"..."
Su Qi's expression froze and he whispered:
"Miss Li, I have something extremely important to discuss with Mr. Wei. Could you please inform me?"
"Important matter?"
Li Zimu smiled and said in a very nonchalant tone: "Young Master is doing something more important at the moment. Mr. Su should wait."
"Then... I wonder 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 don't you go back first? If the young master comes back, I will tell him the truth about your visit."
Maybe a day, maybe two or three days.
Su Qi didn't know what the "more important thing" Li Zimu said was, but he knew that if he waited until then, it would be too late.
"Li, Miss Li, the young master doesn't want to see me..."
Looking towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the inn, Su Qi's voice became even more humble.
"Well, 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 say these words, Li Zimu's eyelids trembled slightly and his expression became playful.
She raised her eyes and looked at Su Qi, who had a bitter look on his face, and asked knowingly:
"Master Su, what do you mean by this?"
"I......"
Su Qi paused, lowered his head in embarrassment, and did not say anything else for a long time.
It was obvious that it was a very difficult thing for him to admit his betrayal.
But since Su Qi was already here, he must have understood that sooner or later he would have to cross this hurdle.
So after being silent for a long while, he finally said with trembling words word by word:
"I, I am willing to take the lead of Young Master Wei from now on and help him destroy the Great Qian..."
"..."
I am willing to help you destroy Da Qian.
It's hard to tell how Su Qi felt when he said this.
Perhaps if it weren't for the people of Linchuan City, he would rather die than betray his country.
But now, when the "responsibility" of being an official forces him to embark on this path of no return, his heart may have already been filled with despair.
The originally straight back became rickety, and Su Qi seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
He lowered his head and stopped talking. Only his fingers were trembling slightly, like an old dog.
But Li Zimu, who got the "answer", didn't seem to sympathize with the poor man who was "forced to death" in front of him, and even asked with a sarcastic smile:
"Master Su, so Jing Guoqing will arrive in Linchuan within three days?"
"...Your Majesty will not come."
Su Qi still lowered his head and said in a weak voice: "Miss Li, could you please ask the young master if you can give me a few more days? I will definitely find a way to lure Your Majesty... Jing Guoqing to come to Sichuan. .”
"It's just the tide of beasts coming from Changliu Mountain... I wonder if Master can show mercy."
"Haha, it turns out it's because of the beast tide."
Li Zimu sneered: "Why do you suddenly understand, sir? You can't cry without seeing the coffin."
"Yes, I was confused before..."
Facing Li Zimu's ridicule, Su Qi neither showed any anger nor said a word of tit-for-tat.
He just admitted his "mistake" obediently, and the cowardice in his tone was unbearable.
From an important minister of a country who was trusted by Jing Guoqing and loved by the people, to a traitor who has now become a lackey of the enemy, Li Zimu knew very well what Su Qi was for.
Therefore, even though he knew that he still needed to continue to put pressure on Su Qi at this time, Li Zimu still could not say any more humiliating words after hesitating for a moment.
"Okay, sir, please go back."
"I will tell you the truth about what happened today."
"As for what happens in the future...it depends on the young master's decision."
After saying the last words, Li Zimu turned and left without looking back, leaving Su Qi standing alone.
The latter was like a stone sculpture, standing with his head lowered for a long time before looking up at the empty stairs.
No matter what, now that the matter has come to this, he can no longer regret it.
No matter what happens in the future, Su Qi no longer cares whether he will be "famous in history" or "infamous for thousands of years".
He didn't even expect the people of Linchuan City to be grateful for his "sacrifice", he only hoped to save hundreds of thousands of innocent lives with his own "sin".
Just like that widely circulated Buddhist saying.
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
...
"How about it?"
On the other side, when Li Zimu returned to the room, Zhang San immediately came up and asked rather gossiping: "Has Su Qi decided to rebel?"
"yes."
Li Zimu nodded: "Just as the young master expected, the beast tide was the last straw that crushed him. It seems that he really has no way out."
"Hahaha! The young master really knows things like a god!"
Zhang San was excited when he heard this: "Young Master said at the beginning that when the beasts came to Linchuan City, Su Qi would definitely fight back."
"I didn't expect that Su Qi would be unable to resist the beast tide even before it came."
"I will send a message to the young master right now!"
"..."
As he spoke, Zhang San happily took out the Zimu Jade and prepared to tell Wei Changtian the good news.
But a moment later, he raised his head again under Li Zimu's doubtful eyes, and mumbled in a daze:
"There's no response there...could it be that the young master hasn't gotten up yet?"