May 15, the Buddha-Bathing Festival.
The entire city of Kaihuang was filled with jubilation. Lanterns were hung and decorations put up, while the common people rose early to kneel and worship before their household Buddha statues.
If their circumstances allowed, they would also go to Kaihuang Temple to worship Buddha and offer vegetarian meals to the monks, commemorating the birth of the World-Honored One. This showed just how devout the people of Kaihuang were toward Buddhism and how deeply they revered the World-Honored One.
Even Lu Yang, who knew nothing about the power of incense offerings, could sense that such power was being born at that very moment.
Perhaps the reason the ownerless power of incense offerings in the Buddhist Kingdom was so dense was because it had been built up day after day in this way.
Only one person had quite a few complaints about it.
"Today isn't this immortal's birthday." The Immortal Fairy pouted, looking thoroughly displeased.
Lu Yang's heart stirred, and he asked, "Then, Fairy, what day is your birthday?"
They had known each other for so long, yet he still did not know the Immortal Fairy's birthday.
"June first."
"Then what day is today?" Lu Yang felt that they could not have created a festival for no reason. Today must commemorate something.
The Immortal Fairy stroked her chin and hissed softly, finding Little Yangzi's question rather devious. "May fifteenth. This immortal has celebrated it so many times—who would know... Ah, no, this immortal is only sixteen years old."
The Immortal Fairy eyed Lu Yang warily. He had not heard her muttering to herself just now, had he?
As a minister, Lu Yang knew full well that some things had to be pretended not to have been heard even when they had. He put on a bewildered