The vendor wiped his hands clean on the apron around his waist, then took out two large steamed buns and placed them in the ceramic bowl before Li Wei.
"That's everything, sir. Please enjoy!"
After a while, Li Wei patted his belly contentedly and took out a piece of broken silver from his robes, slapping it onto the table.
Mount Wa Town, the Tang Kingdom dance troupe's encampment.
The burly man brushing Big Black the donkey suddenly turned around. The Azuresteel Sword at his waist trembled faintly as he raised an eyebrow. "What's going on..."
The Ullambana Festival gathering at Mount Wa had originated with Qishan, the living Buddha of the mortal world.
Qishan held an extremely high seniority throughout the cultivation world, even higher than Xiling's High Priest. He was the most senior great virtue of the Buddhist Sect.
Qishan was revered and respected by everyone in the world, not because of his seniority or background, but because of his virtue in saving the people and aiding the world.
Legend had it that Qishan had been the illegitimate son of the former chief lecturer of Heaven-Pillar Xuankong Temple. Having grown up there, he had witnessed millions of serfs laboring day and night solely to support the temple's disciples. It made him feel that the Buddha preached by Xuankong Temple was vastly different from the Buddha in his heart and the Buddha described in the scriptures.
Thus, to verify the Buddhist teachings in his heart, he carried a green pear seed plucked from beneath Xuankong Temple's cliffs, along with the chessboard left behind before Buddha entered Nirvana. He left Xuankong Temple and came to Lanke Temple on Mount Wa, where Buddha had once stayed.
Most cultivators did not involve themselves in worldly affairs. They had always believed that the cultivation