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..."
To be continued...