"They won't harm me."
Of course the young scholar knows this.
"They have no reason to lie to me, either."
"But……"
The young scholar couldn't help but collapse.
"How do I doubt myself?"
The young scholar covered his face with his hands.
"I saw it..."
"I really saw it..."
“More than once.”
“…it’s not auspicious…”
“It’s real, too.”
...
"younger brother….."
The woodcutter and the woman were a little scared by the performance of the young scholar.
The woman was a little reluctant and a little soft-hearted...
She looked at the woodcutter.
Did they push their younger brother too hard?
The next second, the woman was stunned.
“…My husband…”
The woman's voice was slightly unstable.
...
The woodcutter's face was not good-looking.
Very bad looking.
...
When the woodcutter heard what the young scholar had just said, he felt a little empathetic.
He understood his brother's entanglement.
Because he is the same.
My younger brother has been his pride since he was a child.
He has always been very nice to his younger brother.
In any case, he is on his younger brother's side.
He once thought it was.
Unexpectedly...
Such an incomprehensible thing happened.
My brother insisted that he saw the black monster that everyone else could not see...
He couldn't stand on his younger brother's side.
He hopes that his younger brother will wake up.
I hope my brother realizes that he is wrong...
There are no black monsters at all...
...
But the younger brother's almost collapsed performance just now made the woodcutter realize more and more deeply...
Let my brother realize this...
It's very difficult.
Very difficult.
...
Why doesn't this make the woodcutter feel...
The woodcutter took a deep breath.
Try to suppress the emotions that are beginning to be uncontrollable in your heart.
calm.
calm……
My brother was in pain, too.
He knows...
But he was also in pain...
His younger brother...
Why...
Will it become what it is now?
...
"Donor, donor."
The monk called out a few times, but the young scholar did not break free from his own world.
...
The monk plucked the Buddhist beads with his fingers and started to chant something in his mouth.
...
This stopped the woodcutter who was about to step forward.
...
The Buddha's fragrance is burning quietly.
The sound of chanting scriptures in the room is surrounded by sounds.
The young scholar's body slowly calmed down.
No trembling all over.
...
The young scholar finally slowly took off his hand covering his face.
He stared blankly at the monk who was chanting Buddhist scriptures.
His eyes gradually changed from intense to peace.
...
"donor."
The monk stopped and recited Buddhist scriptures.
Show a slight smile to the young scholar.
...
The young scholar was stunned.
He licked his lips slightly uncomfortable.
He just...
“…I’ve lost my composure.”
The young scholar bowed his head.
"terribly sorry."
...
The monk shook his head slightly.
“No obstacle.”
"Does the donor feel better now?"
...
The young scholar smiled bitterly.
“…just that.”
Let yourself go.
Don't think about some questions that don't get answers...
He has nothing to do.
...
But……
The problem is always there.
It cannot be solved by escaping.
...
You can escape for a moment, but you can't escape for a lifetime.
...
It's just apart from escaping...
He has no choice.
Helpless.
Powerless.
he……
It's really useless.
He deeply felt his powerlessness.
...
"Don't make things too difficult for yourself."
The monk said warmly.
"If you can't figure it out today, think about it tomorrow."
"If you can't figure it out tomorrow, just think about it the day after tomorrow."
"I'll figure it out one day."
...
"Which day?"
The young scholar couldn't help but argue.
"I can't wait for this long."
"My brother can't wait for this long."
...
"no……"
The monk raised his lips slightly, "Is there still three months left?"
...
The young scholar was stunned.
...
"Didn't you give yourself three months?"
The monk's tone was soothing.
"Then let yourself take your time during this time."
"Don't worry."
......
“What if three months aren’t enough?”
The young scholar couldn't help but talk.
...
"You want to break the contract?"
The monk's eyebrows raised slightly.
...
The young scholar suddenly widened his eyes.
"Who wants to break the contract?!"
For young scholars, breaking the contract is a very serious accusation.
As a scholar, I naturally know the importance of being trustworthy.
"I never speak without faith!"
"How could it be broken?"
He will definitely abide by the agreement made by his brother.
...
"Isn't that enough?"
The monk nodded slightly.
"Just just have this enlightenment."
"Time is up, no one else is required..."
"You will give yourself an answer."
...
The young scholar's mouth opened.
ah……
Give yourself an answer?
...
The woodcutter frowned.
real……
In fact, he hated people like Taoist priests and monks the most in the past.
certainly.
I don't like it very much now.
......
The young scholar slowly closed his mouth.
At one point, he thought the same as his brother.
Because what the Taoist priests and monks say is always confusing.
Can't touch the mind.
...
This is true every time.
It seems that they won't speak clearly and clearly.
...
The young scholar looked at the monk.
"What does the master mean?"
“That means….”
"I can't think of the answer now..."
"Will you come up with it in the future?"
...
"It's the moment you agreed on with your brother that you will think of it."
The monk smiled.
"As for whether what you think of is the answer you want the most..."
"I don't know."
...
The young scholar frowned a little annoyed, and wanted to speak out and question the monk's words were not what his words meant-
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
He found something different!
The young scholar's expression was stagnant.
...
A smile flashed through the monk's eyes.
The young scholar is indeed a smart person.
...
Compared to the young scholar's sudden enlightenment, the woodcutter and the woman looked confused.
ah?
What?
...
The expression on the monk's face was curled.
There was even a little apology.
"terribly sorry."
The monk's eyes swept over the woodcutter and the woman, and finally fell on the young scholar.
"I have limited abilities."
"I encountered the donor's situation twice."
"twice……"
"I can't do anything about it."
"I don't know why the donor is like this?"
"I can only remind the donor a few words."
The monk looked at the young scholar in a steady state.
"Persist in your heart."
"Don't be influenced by the so-called ghosts and monsters."
“You have to know…”
"The demons are the best at bewitching."
The monk's eyes flashed slightly.
"sometimes……"
"Eyes can also deceive people."
"Because sometimes the eyes see..."
"It's what my brain wants to see for myself."
“Not the real reality.”
...
ah?
The young scholar's face appeared at a loss.
Chapter completed!