The sound of the train has long echoed; a month's time really isn't that long. Especially when you're counting down, you'll find that the days pass way too quickly, like the daily erasing and writing of "X days left until the college entrance exam" on the blackboard.
The fat guy contacted the Monk and Foye, but neither of the high monks planned to come back and meet. The Monk was still engrossed in gathering the faith of Buddhism, and Foye had just achieved enlightenment and was in the phase of recovery.
Everyone felt the urgency of time because not everyone, after proving the way, can be as idle as Mr. Su Bai, nor as self-indulgent as the fat guy.
Others have pursuits, and you can't stop them. It's not right to drag others down with you if you're wallowing in self-deprecation and not thinking of making progress.
Compared to the relentless passage of time, gathering now to drink tea and chat is undeniably a luxurious thing; some can afford such luxury, while others cannot.
