Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5491 A Person’s Truth

The young scholar knows.

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From the day the results were announced, his failure became known to the world.

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"It turns out that..."

The woodcutter glanced at the young scholar again and said, "That creature is not an auspicious sign that can bless you to pass the imperial examination..."

"It's just a black monster."

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The young scholar lowered his eyes.

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"My brother suffered a double blow."

The woodcutter continued, "One is failing the exam."

"Second, he felt he was teased and deceived by the black monster."

"My brother is very angry."

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

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The monk nodded slightly.

Ok.

That's it.

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"My brother has actually seen the black monster twice since he failed the exam..."

The woodcutter looked at the young scholar again.

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The young scholar did not look at the woodcutter.

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"I do not understand……"

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

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

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

“It’s not good.”

"I couldn't sleep well."

"I am always in a trance."

“It’s easy to get distracted.”

"He's out of his mind."

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“I can’t even read a book.”

The woodcutter actually knows it all.

But he didn't tell the young scholar.

I promised to give the young scholar three months, and it was just three months.

Within the woodcutter's ability, he allowed the young scholar to do what he wanted.

"That's not my brother's style."

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

"My brother is obsessed with studying."

“He is really hardworking and diligent…”

He thought that after his younger brother became successful, he might not study so hard.

But before he succeeds, my brother will never allow himself to neglect his studies.

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

The woodcutter paused.

Calm yourself down.

"It was that black monster that harmed him!"

"Grandmaster."

The woodcutter said earnestly, "Please help him."

"Help my brother."

"Free my brother from the black monster."

"master…."

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The monk looked at the young scholar.

He understood the general situation.

The black monster...

The monk smiled slightly.

"Donor, do you believe that the black monster is real?"

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The young scholar was stunned.

He was a little surprised...

The monk asked so directly.

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

The young scholar nodded.

But there was still a hint of hesitation on his raised face.

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The monk did not show a puzzled look like the woodcutter and the woman.

He could probably guess the reason.

"You believe your eyes."

“But you also believe in your family.”

“You’re actually quite conflicted.”

"is not it?"

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The young scholar nodded.

That's right.

It is said that what is heard is false and what is seen is true.

he saw...

More than once.

Isn’t this the greatest reason to believe?

Why didn't he believe his eyes?
but……

elder brother……

After his parents passed away, his only blood relative, his brother who he grew up with and relied on the most...

He always listens to his brother.

His brother also takes good care of him.

So much so that some people joked that his brother took care of him like his own child.

How could he not trust his brother?

The only person in this world who won't hurt him...

It's his brother.

but……

How can he convince himself...

Don't believe your eyes?
Everything he saw was fake.

Because my brother didn’t see it.

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He couldn't convince himself.

But I couldn't remain indifferent to my brother's opinion.

He was very confused.

It's also very contradictory.

Even if he still believed his own eyes more in the end...

But in his heart, he couldn't ignore his brother's thoughts.

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After a brief moment of shock, the woodcutter was actually not surprised by the young scholar's words.

He certainly believed in his importance in the young scholar's heart.

Because young scholars are very important in his heart.

His only brother.

He promised his deceased parents that he would take good care of his younger brother...

He never doubted his importance in the young scholar's heart.

As brothers who grew up together, it’s natural for him to have this confidence.

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So after learning about the young scholar's dilemma and being surprised at first...

After all, the young scholar's attitude was very clear when facing him.

Not wavering at all.

The woodcutter took it for granted.

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“But I really saw it!”

The young scholar couldn't help but roar in a low voice.

He pointed to his eyes.

"My eyes saw it!"

“Many times!”

“It’s real!”

"It's not my hallucination!"

"It's not my imagination."

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"Then why can't your brother see it?"

The monk's expression did not change because of the young scholar's increasingly fierce attitude.

He asked back in a calm tone.

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The young scholar's momentum suddenly faltered.

half an hour...

The young scholar looked down in annoyance and shouted, his voice a little hoarse, "I don't know either!"

He really doesn't know.

He was also very confused and puzzled.

He doesn't like being doubted or questioned.

Or by his most important brother.

but……

He couldn't prove to his brother that he was right.

At first, he even boasted that he would let his brother see the black monster...

After that night...

He clearly realized a fact...

No.

He can't.

There was no way he could let his brother see the black monster.

He doesn’t even know why his brother can’t see the black monster?

How can I let my brother see the black monster?

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How did he have the confidence to tell his brother in the beginning and say that he would let his brother see it?

What is he going to do?
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The young scholar had no idea.

I just felt like a trapped beast, rushing around in a maze with high walls on all sides, feeling a little confused.

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"Then how can you be sure that only what you see is real?"

The monk asked question after question.

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The young scholar was asked so many questions that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He opened and closed his palms.

My palms feel a little cold.

When my fingers touched my palm, it felt a little sticky.

He is sweating.

The young scholar was slow to realize this.

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he……

I don’t know how to answer the monk’s question…

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When the young scholar first heard the monk's question, he thought it was ridiculous.

he saw...

Isn't this real?
If even seeing it is not real...

So how do we prove it’s true?

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The young scholar opened his mouth.

I wanted to question the monk who asked such an obvious question, but the words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say them out...

The young scholar understood why the other party asked this question.

Because he is the only one who can see it.

When one person's truth collides with everyone else's truth...

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