Lulunaka was holding the wooden figurine of the Moon Goddess, skipping along the bustling street.
Her appearance did not attract much attention. In everyone's eyes, Lulunaka was just a little girl who was very happy because she got a toy — although this toy was not a high-quality product and could be said to be very crude.
"The Moon Goddess, the Moon Goddess …" Lulunaka walked briskly, following the crowd forward without a goal or a route.
She kept her head down and looked at the wooden figurine in her hand, as if she had completely forgotten where she was now.
"What's the difference between the two? It's really puzzling …"
Even though she said so, she was still listening to the story with great interest from the merchant who used flowery words to make her happy. She acted as if it was the first time she had heard such an interesting story, but in fact, she knew better than anyone else what was going on.
On the two continents on both sides of the strait, the two gods with the most believers, the God of Light and the Moon Goddess, did not have such things as images. No matter who it was, if they had the idea or plan to draw a portrait of the gods, they would not have a good ending … Such things were a great disrespect in the churches and temples.
Even saints and saints had disputes about whether to leave an image or not. There were even riots and chaos in history because of this. This was not something that could be laughed off easily. Among believers and religious people, this was a very serious matter, and it seemed that it was also something that could be sacrificed for, or taken away from, their lives.
The merchant said that this was the Moon Goddess and not the Moon Goddess, which was a safer way to say it — gods did not have faces, but mythical figures could be drawn. This way, the merchant would not be troubled, and he definitely did not have the idea of treating the wooden figurine as the Moon Goddess.
But for Lulunaka, of course, she did not have such thoughts — whether it was the Moon Goddess or the Moon Goddess, although there was a difference, to her, it was just a matter of the same thing.
Holding the wooden figurine, Lulunaka, who was thinking about endless and messy things, still had a lovely and bright smile on her face. "But the Moon Goddess … I can't believe that people still remember such a thing. Is it because the things in the past have not been completely destroyed, so there are such remnants left …"
Lulunaka suddenly stopped in front of a shop that sold dyes.
The dye shop wasn't big, but in this bustling area, it was already a good thing to have a decent shop.
There were a large number of dye vats in the shop, and a strange pungent smell came from them.
The clerk at the counter saw Lulunaka standing in front of the shop. Seeing that she had not come in, he finally said, "Miss, is there something you want to order?
The dyes we have here are all of the best quality at a reasonable price … "
Lulunaka shook her head and interrupted the clerk. "Before that, I want to ask." She raised the wooden figurine and pointed it at the clerk. "What is this? Do you know?"
The clerk was stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect Lulunaka, a little girl, to suddenly ask such a strange question. She raised the wooden figurine in her hand, and his gaze was unconsciously attracted to it. "This is the goddess of the moon, right?" The clerk thought for a moment and answered Lulunaka. "Is it a goddess from some story?
But this one is a little rough. "
"Is it ugly?" Lulunaka asked, tilting her head.
The clerk did not know what to say. If he said that it was bad, he did not know if the little girl in front of him would be dissatisfied and angry. "It's okay. I can see that it's the Moon Goddess," the clerk replied, but there were some things he did not say out loud.
"It's ugly …" Lulunaka looked as if she could read the clerk's mind. "But it's okay. As long as it's polished and dyed with a beautiful color, it won't be so shabby!" Lulunaka said to the clerk with a smile.
In the end, Lulunaka really bought some dye from the dye shop and put it in an empty bottle.
After leaving the dye shop, Lulunaka continued to walk forward, the Moon Goddess in her hand swaying with her arms as she walked. "No matter who it is, no one treats this as the Moon Goddess, but only the Moon Goddess … Is this the way it's spread, and the difference between religious stories and myths?"
Lulunaka muttered to herself in a low voice. After these words left her mouth, they just flowed in the air and disappeared in the air. No one heard them.
The Moon Goddess and the Moon Goddess were only similar in name, but they were completely different existences.
To put it simply, the Moon Goddess was just a virtual character in a religion, a god written in a holy book. However, the Moon Goddess was not necessarily the same.
This was a clear and definite existence. Although the Moon Goddess in Lulunaka's hand was completely different from the Moon Goddess she had seen before.
However, it had been so long, so it was impossible for anyone to remember what the Moon Goddess looked like. After all, it was just a "god" that once existed.
In this era, there were no longer any gods that really existed in the human world, and there were no altars and statues everywhere on the earth … After all, those great existences were almost all dead. Only the completely imaginary "gods" still lived in people's hearts, and they were growing bigger and bigger.
To Lulunaka, no matter what the gods were now, it didn't matter. As long as those "gods" that really existed and then died, it was enough that they no longer appeared on the earth.
It was just a small wooden statue, and it was something that looked completely different. It was not a bad thing to play with it.
Perhaps there were still some who were struggling at death's door, but in this era, it was no longer the era where the gods were in charge of the world. Humans used the "gods" to manage everything in the world.
Thinking of this, Lulunaka felt that her mood became a lot better. There was nothing happier than confirming this matter.
Lulunaka walked on the street and passed by an open-air stall that sold hookahs.
This kind of hookah shop was very common in the capital of the Crescent Empire. It provided a space for customers to smoke hookah easily, and they could also eat something to calm their mouths and abdomens that were full of smoke.
"I heard that there was a riot in the King's Castle again. Because of the unification of the Church of Light and the Church of the Holy Spirit, most of the believers escalated into a riot …"
A customer was chatting about the news from another continent, which attracted Lulunaka's interest.
"There are so many interesting things." Lulunaka laughed.