Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5490: Good relationship?

The young scholar frowned again.

dirty stuff……

Haunted him...

The black monster is dirty...

....
The black monster is really annoying.

But it's dirty stuff...

The young scholar felt that it was somewhat inaccurate.

Even though he had no evidence to support this.

……

Prove that the black monster is not dirty?
The young scholar clasped his five fingers together.

How can this be proved?

……

"Grandmaster."

The woodcutter said in a low voice, with a serious look on his face, "Please help my brother."

"He was bewitched by the black monster."

"My head is full of black monsters."

"I even ran to the mountains alone in the middle of the night just for the black monster."

"…Luckily it was in the mountains at night."

"If it's a market during the day or somewhere with other outsiders..."

"My brother's reputation is ruined."

"They all think that my brother's brain has been damaged by studying..."

They will remember the rumors.

Then prove this fact.

No matter what they say at this time, others will think that they, as the brother's family, are making excuses for him.

Besides, some of them saw it with their own eyes...the younger brother went crazy...

This is even more difficult to explain.

……

It has really come to this...

It's a dead end.

fortunately…..
They haven't gotten to that point yet.

They can still find a solution.

Now, they have found the monk.

hope……

The monk could really give them some...helpful advice...

……

The monk looked at the young scholar.

……

The young scholar's body suddenly stiffened.

I began to feel a little uneasy and concerned.

But the young scholar resisted the urge to show it.

He also allowed himself to look towards the monk.

To show that I have no guilty conscience at all.

But after a few seconds, the young scholar looked away.

……

"Grandmaster……"

The woodcutter said softly.

The monk just stared at the young scholar. Did he see anything?
……

The woman clenched her hands.

The heart beats faster and faster.

……

The monk smiled slightly.

"This donor doesn't look like he has had a good rest during this period."

"Pale."

"Not in good spirits."

"It's because I'm too worried..."

"Tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night?"

……

The young scholar was stunned.

have to say……

What the monk said is...all right.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since the day he came back from the capital.

He thinks about something during the day and imagines something at night.

My thoughts are in a mess.

My head always feels swollen and uncomfortable.

I can't even read much of the book...

He felt uneasy and helpless about this.

He couldn't control his heart.

He just cares about the black monster.

Care a lot.

He was so concerned that he even suspected that the black monster had cast a spell on him?
……

but……

Young scholars are not people who can be easily fooled.

Most people can easily guess these things from his face.

What’s more, he is a knowledgeable and experienced wandering monk?
It can be seen through at a glance.

……

The anger that my brother had brought me here faded away.

The young scholar suddenly thought...

If this monk could tell him some information about the black monster...

It’s also a very good thing.

……

The young scholar neither nodded nor shook his head.

He just looked at the monk.

……

The woodcutter saw this and immediately said, "Yes."

"My brother has no appetite these days and can't sleep well."

"I've lost several pounds."

The younger brother is tall, even taller than him.

The loose scholar's robe on my brother's body made him look even more ethereal.

The woodcutter was worried that his brother's body would be blown away if he encountered strong winds again.
……

"Uh-huh."

The woman nodded.

She knew best that her brother had a poor appetite.

My brother's appetite has really decreased a lot.

It made her doubt her cooking skills. Could it be that they had really deteriorated?

My brother obviously liked the food she cooked before...

……

"It's all because of the black monster."

The woodcutter spoke again.

"My brother always thinks about the black monster."

"I want the black monster to appear."

"I want to see the black monster..."

……

"What is the purpose of seeing it?"

The monk looked at the woodcutter.

"This donor has a good relationship with the black monster?"

……

The monk asked this question so casually that the woodcutter's mouth twitched violently.

Would you like to listen to what I just asked, Master Monk?
Who has a good relationship with monsters? !

……

The woman was also taken aback.

The monk’s question sounds... really weird?

……

The young scholar subconsciously wanted to deny it.

Who is on good terms with that black monster?

But the sound got stuck in his throat and didn't come out.

……

"Is the relationship good..."

The woodcutter glanced at his brother and said, "We were on good terms before."

....
The young scholar opened his mouth.

Still no sound.

He wanted to refute the woodcutter's words.

But he found himself unable to refute.

……

"Oh?"

The monk smiled.

……

The woodcutter curled his lips.

Since he wants the monk's help, he will tell the monk everything that should be told.

Hiding the truth will not help solve my brother's problems.

He was willing to believe this monk.

At least so far, this monk has shown...

He still looks like a great monk.

Although the other party didn't actually do anything.

But it is the so-called temperament of a high monk...

It makes people trust.

……

"My younger brother is preparing for the imperial examination."

The woodcutter spoke slowly, "I study hard every day."

"Maybe studying is too hard and the pressure is too great..."

"My brother saw a black monster."

……

The young scholar moved his mouth.

This statement...

right?

Right?
……

"At that time, my brother didn't think the other party was a black monster."

The woodcutter did not notice his brother's hesitation.

He looked at the monk.

"He thought the other party was an auspicious sign to bless him to pass the imperial examination."

At this point, the woodcutter's face looked a little strange.

He didn't even know that his brother actually believed this...

I have never seen my brother so keen on praying to gods and Buddhas before...

On the contrary, he seems to be somewhat indifferent to this...

……

"…My brother treats it very well."

"Every time we meet, we give it lots of delicious food."

"I hope the other party can bless him to pass the imperial examination."

……

"It keeps appearing in front of my brother..."

The woodcutter clenched his hands, "My brother has confirmed its auspicious identity."

"My brother thinks that with this, he will definitely pass the imperial examination."

……

"…but it's not."

The woodcutter let out a breath slowly to calm his agitated emotions.

"younger brother……"

“I failed the exam.”

The woodcutter spoke these words lightly.

……

The young scholar's eyes suddenly darkened.

Failing an exam is certainly not a good result worth advertising.

He wished that as few people as possible would know that he had failed the exam.

This is his fantasy.