In the suburbs of Chang'an capital stood a high-rising mountain that was mostly hidden up in the clouds. Along the steepness of its west side, a man was climbing up slowly. He looked very tall and strong from the back, wearing a black jacket over a thin shirt and holding a meal box.
Unbeknownst to the three of them, on that very same day, as the dark night was about to fall, on the other side of the black ditch that no one had dared to cross, by the side of a small pond not far from the capital, sat a scholar. A scholar wearing straw shoes and a ragged coat.
She stood on Min Mountain and pondered for many days and nights. In the end she realized why — she was the choice of human beings. Therefore her destination was the human world. It might not be the ultimate answer, but it was her only conclusion for the time being.
When he climbed the mountain last night, he thought that it was natural and right for the Xuankong Temple to build these magnificent temples since it was the sacred land of Buddhism. But at this point, he knew that the isolated Xuankong Temple must have plundered the serfs under the mountain to satisfy its needs. The more magnificent the temples were, the more miserable the serfs were.
Ning Que put the broom back to a corner, leaned against the railing and looked at the rolling hills under the moonlight. "Tonight the moonlight looks like a hundred thousand taels of silver. How charming."
Ning Que seemed to miss her reaction and said with a smile, "You had a cold body and always failed to warm my bed in the past. But unlike you, I have a very hot body."