921 The Moon Does Wax and Wane, and People Do Suffer Old Age and Illness (2/2)

The bonfire was controlled very well. Ning Que was good at using Haotian's divine flame to cook. The surfaces of the fishes had been roasted to a golden color, but the flesh were still tender.

Sangsang took the grilled fish from Ning Que. She stared blankly at the lake rather and expressed her appetite with the speed of eating like she usually did.

The lake was very small and looked very pitiful among the mountains.

The reflection of moon could be seen in the lake as long as one was sitting by the lake.

It was a full moon, and the bright moon hung in the night sky, shadowing all the stars. The moon sprinkled its silver glows on earth and even illuminated the fishes in the lake.

Looking at the reflection of the bright moon waving gently with the lake water, Sangsang looked pale and a little tired.

Ning Que had long noticed the phenomenon. Whenever the full moon was in the night sky, Sangsang would become weak, and when the moon was waning or there were clouds, she would become strong again.

Of course, this kind of strong or weakness was only relative to her inherently infinite power. She was more powerful than all the cultivators together in the whole world even in her weakest moment.

The war between the Headmaster of Academy and Haotian would affect the human world even though it happened in the sky, for Haotian was on earth.

The moon does wax and wane, and people do suffer old age, illness and death. Sangsang became more and more human. Ning Que could figure out the cause, how could she not?

”You wish for me to be dead this much?” Sangsang looked at the bright moon in the lake and said to Ning Que. She once said so in her mind when she saw Ning Que jumping into the abyss. Now, she finally said it to his face.

Ning Que went silent for a long time and said, ”We'll figure this all out.”

Sangsang said, ”This is an objective question, not a subjective one.”

Ning Que didn't know how to reply.

The lakeside was very quiet. With the night wind breezing the water, the moon was broken and then slowly gathered together again as the water surface swayed, as if nothing had happened.

In the depths of Sangsang's eyes, countless stars died out and then reborn, which expressed her anger.

Countless stars in the night sky which were too dim to be seen suddenly shined brightly and instantly shadowed the brilliancy of the moon.

All of a sudden, the human world became bright and white in the middle of the night.

The small lake among the mountains was especially bright, as if it was the divine kingdom of light.

With innumerable divine flames falling, the lake water began to boil and filled with mist. The fishes in the water were terrified, wandering around and desperately drilling deep into the water, but how could they escape from the god's anger?

A thunderous roar sounded in the mountains.

The lake water spewed up into the night sky, like a huge fountain, and the splash rose over the summit behind.

The falling lake water was a warm rain, like tears.

The stars gradually dimmed, and the lakes and mountains gradually became quiet.

Hundreds of fish lay in the mud of the lake, flipping their belly and sending out steam, like they were cooked thoroughly.

Ning Que and Sangsang were all wet and looked very embarrassed.

The rain re-aggregated into the lake and gradually became clear again.

Sangsang had mud on her face and looked like a naughty child.

Ning Que brought a basin of lake water and squatted in front of her, then wet the towel and wiped the mud stains off her face gently and carefully.

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If a god could ever fall in love, it must be just for a moment. Sangsang was calm and silent most of the time. Being calm meant everything was still in her calculations, and being silent meant she thought that no human being was qualified to communicate with her spiritually. Ning Que might be qualified, but she got tired of him lately.

Walking together in such a calm and silent way, they left the mountains and lakes and came to the fields with crisscross of paths. The carriage had already been broken, and only the big black horse followed them silently.

Along the state road, Ning Que and Sangsang walked into Linkang, the capital city of the South Jin Kingdom. Ning Que was quite familiar with this city, and he directly went to the slum area in the eastern part of the city.

The streets were still cramped, the smell was still unpleasant, the buildings temporarily built by households were still teetering, and the curtains outside the latrines were still too short to cover the person inside. However, there were some changes.

There were less visible sewage on the streets, and the streets had became relatively dry, with fewer mosquitoes and flies. The most important thing was that people walking inside seemed to be livelier.

Ning Que was rather surprised that the slum area had changed so much in less than a year. He was amazed at the man who preached in the mean alley.

There were hundreds of people in front of a decrepit house, listening to someone preaching. The person who was preaching wore an old long gown and had an old chopstick in his Taoist bun. He looked calm.

What he preached was the West-\ Hill literary canon, but the way he explained it was quite different.

Sangsang looked at them and suddenly said, ”These people should be burned to death.”

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