The Eminent Monk's expression relaxed slightly.
"Since you can't make a decision for now..."
"Then set the matter aside for the time being."
"Perhaps, without even realizing it..."
"You'll find your answer."
"Don't force it."
"Don't get stuck in a rut."
The Eminent Monk smiled.
"And don't let yourself drift."
"Listen to what others have to say."
"And listen to what your own heart is telling you."
"Listen to all sides, and you'll see clearly; trust only one side, and you'll remain in the dark."
The Young Scholar's expression slowly turned thoughtful and softened.
"...All right."
"Master."
"I understand."
"Thank you, Master."
The Eminent Monk shook his head.
"You're too kind, benefactor."
"I haven't done anything."
"I understood long ago that there were limits to what I could do."
He had also made peace with that version of himself.
"You found your own path."
"I hope you'll keep walking it."
"All the way to the end."
"I will."
The Young Scholar nodded.
"I hate people who break their promises more than anything."
"I won't become one of them."
The Eminent Monk smiled and nodded.
The woodcutter, the woman, the Young Scholar, and the Eminent Monk took their leave.
They headed toward the temple gate.
As they passed the main hall by the front gate, they all stopped in unison.
They looked at the golden Buddha statue inside.
"Let's offer some incense."
The woodcutter stepped into the hall.
The woman and the Young Scholar followed him.
They offered incense with great reverence.
They silently made their wishes.
When they stepped out of the hall again, they all looked a little more at ease.
"Little brother."
The woodcutter looked at the Young Scholar.
"This is the last time."
"For the next