The young scholar knows.

...

From the day the results were released, his failure was announced to the world.

...

"It turns out..."

The woodcutter glanced at the young scholar again, "That creature is not auspicious that can bless the title of the Golden List..."

"It's just a black monster."

...

The young scholar lowered his eyes.

...

"My brother was hit by a double blow."

The woodcutter continued, "One is to fail the exam."

"The second is that he felt teased and deceived by the black monster."

"My brother is very angry."

"He wants to settle the score with the black monster."

...

The monk nodded slightly.

Um.

That's the case.

...

"My brother has actually seen the black monster twice after failing the exam..."

The woodcutter looked at the young scholar again.

...

The young scholar did not see the woodcutter.

...

"I do not understand……"

The woodcutter looked puzzled, "Isn't this enough?"

"My brother is still determined to see the black monster again."

"For this, Master, you have also seen it..."

“It’s not good to eat.”

“I can’t sleep well.”

"I'm always in a daze."

“Easy to get distracted.”

"The soul is absent."

...

"I can't even read the books."

The woodcutter actually knows it.

But he didn't tell the young scholar.

I promised to give the young scholar three months to three months.

Within the capacity of the woodcutter, he allowed the young scholar to do what he wanted to do.

"This is not my brother's behavior."

"Master, you don't know..."

"My brother has an obsession with reading."

"He is really hardworking, very hard..."

He thought that after his younger brother succeeded, he would probably not be so hard at studying.

But before success, my brother will never let himself be so negligent in studying.

"It's all because of that black monster!"

The woodcutter paused.

Reassure your emotions.

"It was that black monster who hurt him!"

"master."

The woodcutter looked earnest, "Help him."

"Help my brother."

"Let my brother get rid of the entanglement of the black monster."

"master…..."

...

The monk looked at the young scholar.

He understood the general situation.

Black monster...

The monk smiled slightly.

"Don't you believe that the black monster is real, this donor?"

...

The young scholar was stunned.

He was a little surprised...

The monk asked so directly.

...

Does he... believe that the black monster is real...?

The young scholar nodded.

But there was still a little hesitation on his raised face.

...

The monk did not look puzzled like a woodcutter or a woman.

He could probably guess the reason.

"You believe in your eyes."

"But you also believe in your family."

"You are actually very conflicted."

"Yes or no?"

...

The young scholar nodded.

That's right.

It is said that hearing is false, and seeing is true.

He saw...

More than once.

Isn’t this the biggest reason to believe it?

Why doesn't he trust his eyes?

but……

elder brother……

After his parents left, his only relative with blood was raised together. He grew up together and liked to rely on his brother the most...

He has always listened to his brother.

My brother takes good care of him too.

So much so that someone joked that my brother took him as if he was taking care of his own children.

...

How could he not trust his brother?

The only one in the world who won't hurt him...
To be continued...