I'm the villain in the book

"Uh, there is such a saying."

Xu Quan hadn't recovered from what happened to Xu Suisui at this moment, so he couldn't help feeling a little dazed: "Why are you asking this?"

"What did you say?"

Zhili lowered his head and whispered shyly, "Ask knowingly."

"what!"

Xu Quanxia finally understood, and when he was stunned, his brain short-circuited, and he blurted out:

"Little sister, you really hurt big brother."

"..."

支离：“？”

Chapter 936 The World Should Be Lively and Lively

"Da da da" the sound of the horse's hooves was rapid, and soon Zhili ran away on horseback with an angry expression on his face.

They all hinted to this extent, but they got such a disappointing answer. It is impossible for any woman to have a good face towards Xu Quan at this moment.

Even Zhili didn't give Xu Quan a slap, which was considered very restrained.

And as for Xu Quan.

Staring blankly at the fragmented back, he realized that he had said something wrong.

In fact, it's not that Xu Quan is completely uninterested in Zhili, and what he said just now is just because he is not ready to marry a wife.

So now normally, he should immediately catch up and explain clearly.

But maybe all the sons of heaven must be straight men of steel, and Xu Quan, like Tang Chen, Chu An and others, although quite charismatic, doesn't know how to please women.

Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, Xu Quan not only did not go after Zhili, but rode his horse towards Wei Changtian's carriage.

Two quarters later.

Amidst the muffled sound of "rumbling", the 30 troops had all left the camp last night and continued marching slowly westward along the official road.

And Xu Quan, who was always "tailing" near Wei Changtian's carriage, also breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no undue vibration in the carriage, and there was no strange sound coming from it, which meant that the kind of thing he imagined should not have happened.

Taking another anxious look at the carriage in front of him, Xu Quan finally decided not to "stalk", turned his horse's head and ran in another direction, probably to finally find Zhili.

At the same time, Wei Changtian in the carriage had just finished talking with Xu Suisui.

After carefully asking about the situation, the result was similar to what he expected.

The most valuable information in that booklet is undoubtedly the names and approximate locations of the thirteen Sons of Heaven, then some information about himself, and finally the information about Kuilong.

Other than that, it's the little things that don't really matter.

Such a result was within Wei Changtian's "acceptable range", so he didn't lose his temper this time.

Or it could be said that the matter had come to this point, and he didn't bother to get angry anymore.

"Are you sure there is nothing else?"

Glancing at Xu Suisui, Wei Changtian reminded again: "Don't surprise me again in a few days."

"No no no no!"

Hastily waving his hands, Xu Suisui repeatedly assured: "That's all!"

"Well, by the way, didn't you say that your system does not allow you to actively reveal the plot?"

Wei Changtian nodded, and then said in doubt: "Now that this booklet is lost, I think you are living well."

"Because that's not what I meant to reveal."

Xu Suisui replied in a low voice: "I didn't mean to let that booklet be stolen."

"Oh, yes."

Cursing his lips, Wei Changtian didn't bother with such trivial matters anymore, but lowered his head and began to think about what to do next.

He didn't speak anymore, Xu Suisui naturally didn't dare to disturb him, and the car quickly became quiet, only the sound of horseshoes around.

I don't know how long it has passed like this, when Xu Suisui and others were even a little sleepy, Wei Changtian suddenly raised his head and asked:

"How many masters did Buddhism keep in Fengyuan City?"

"what!"

Xu Suisui woke up from his drowsiness, thought for a moment and immediately replied: "Three second grades, five third grades, a total of eight upper third grades."

"Which temples are these people from?"

"Well, most of them are from the White Horse Temple, which is the main altar of Buddhism, and there are a few small temples in the surrounding countries."

"Where is the White Horse Temple?"

"In the northeast, um, Dajue is further north, and a little bit southerly than Baidian."

"..."

Frowning, Wei Changtian was obviously not very clear about this geographical location.

"Zhang San, go find the Vice-Wanguo Tu!"

Before rushing into the car, he yelled, and Wei Changtian lowered his head again and stopped talking.

And Xu Suisui hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking in a low voice:

"That... do you think there is something wrong with the White Horse Temple?"

"Ah."

Wei Changtian raised his eyelids, and said casually:

"And it's a big problem."

"If I don't feel any accident, your brother will soon be unlucky."

"my brother?"

Xu Suisui was taken aback when he heard the words: "Why did it involve him?"

"Hmph, who made him the Son of Heaven."

Wei Changtian squinted his eyes and said with a sneer:

"Thanks to you, it's quite lively now."

"..."

Three thousand miles north of Dajue, there is Baima Mountain and Baima Temple.

The 3000-year-old temple is resplendent with gold and jade, and the Buddha's light shines.

It may be because the author of "The Great Peak of Martial Arts" was lazy and directly used the name of the "No. [-] ancient temple in the Central Plains" Baima Temple in his previous life, so the largest temple in the world is also named "White Horse".

Located on the top of a majestic mountain, towering green trees can be seen everywhere, incense is lingering in its heyday, and pilgrims are like weaving, and there is no end to it.

As far as this scene is concerned, this place does not seem to be a temple at first glance, and it can be called a Buddhist country.

But at this very moment, in front of a hundred-zhang cliff in the deepest part of the temple, two people, an old man and a young man, were talking at the feet of an incomparably huge Buddha sculpture.

The old man has white hair and white beard, and wears a brocade cassock made of ice silkworm gold silk, representing that he is the abbot of the White Horse Temple.

If you consider that the White Horse Temple is the main altar of Buddhism, then this old monk is undoubtedly the most influential eminent monk in the entire Buddhism.

It's just that now, such a big man who is so important in the world actually stands beside a young man with his hands down, as if he is just the latter's subordinate.

"My lord, this is it."

"As I said, I don't like that title."

"Yes, yes, son."

His body trembled slightly, the old man seemed to be very afraid of this young man, so he immediately changed his words.

"My lord, this is the secret letter sent back from Feng Yuan."

"Ah."

The young man nodded, looked away from the rice paper in his hand, and looked back at the old man.

Oval face, slender eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, white and tender skin, and soft waist-length hair. If ordinary people are here, they will definitely think that this person is a peerless beauty at first glance, not some young man as the old man said .

It's just that this person's voice is indeed a male voice, so if you look at it as a whole, it seems a bit "difficult to distinguish between male and female".

"Have you read the letter?"

His eyes fell on the old man and then moved away. The young man looked up at the Buddha sculpture carved on the cliff in front of him.

"Spread the situation of these thirteen people, and don't forget to tell the world that killing them will bring great luck."

"..."

With a tremor, the old man's eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief.

However, he didn't dare to ask half a question, he just asked in a trembling voice:

"Grand master, what about Wei Changtian?"

"It doesn't need to be said."

The young man smiled: "As long as everyone knows who these 13 people are, just check them casually, and they will find him."

"Heh, the world has been stable and stable for so many years, so it should be lively."

Chapter 937 The Beginning of Chaos

Three days later, Daqian, Xiling Mansion.

As the county government next to the Dagan capital, after entering the Xiling area, it is only four or five days away from the Dagan capital.

Normally, the various official roads in Xiling are full of bustling scenes no matter day or night. Caravan travelers from various counties in the east of Dagan will enter Beijing through these routes, and there is an endless stream of caravans.

However, in the past few days, these official roads have been very deserted, and sometimes there is no one in sight for a long time.

Many people would rather take a long detour than go from Xiling again, for fear that they will accidentally bump into the so-called "rebels" and cause death.

Therefore, even roadside post stations and tea stalls lost their business, and most of them simply closed their doors to avoid the limelight.

But there are also a few hard-headed ones who are still hanging banners, hoping to pick up some business when all their peers are out of business.

"Master, you said that you won't really change the emperor this time, right?"

A small tea stall stands in the shade of the roadside, and a man and a woman are sitting on wooden chairs and chatting.

The woman was dressed as an ordinary woman, and a chopstick acted as a wooden hairpin to tie up her rough long hair.

The man looked honest and honest, with a long scarf on his shoulders.

Obviously, these two people should be husband and wife, and they opened a small tea stall here to make ends meet.

And since there was no customer in the booth at this time, they had no choice but to sit and chat to relieve boredom.

"Who knows."

Cursing his lips, the middle-aged man's short-sightedness undoubtedly couldn't answer the woman's question, so he just muttered casually:

"It doesn't matter who is the emperor anyway, as long as the battle is over as soon as possible."

"Too."

The woman nodded, glanced at the end of the official road, and looked away disappointed: "There is still no one."

"Master, why don't we close the stall? Yesterday, the old king in the west of the village said that the rebels are coming soon. Let's not get into any trouble."

"Oh, but it hasn't been paid for for a few days, so it won't open again. Huh?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the woman with doubts on his face: "Aren't you at home yesterday? When did you meet Lao Wang?"

"I bumped into it when I was going to fetch water from the village well, and I just said a few words."

The woman's eyes dodged a little: "Oh, let's go, I'm going to close the stall now"

"You stop!"