Pingcheng was a small frontier city in the Qing Nation. Though it was small, the Ten Thousand Immortals Festival was still lively.
Countless divine statues stood throughout the city, and believers could be seen everywhere praying before them.
The common people's wishes were simple. Usually, they hoped for health, peace, and prosperity; even the greedier ones merely prayed that they might rise above the crowd someday.
Worshipping Immortals had already become a tradition. Whether they believed or not, it was only a matter of kowtowing.
So it was more a source of comfort and an expression of their hopes for life.
They might not even be able to name the Immortal whose statue they were kowtowing before, but the wishes they prayed for never changed.
Compared with the divine statues and burning incense lining the streets and alleys, the celebrations and shops' promotional discounts all over the streets drew more of their attention.
The festival was celebrated for the Immortals, but even more so for people.
Perhaps only in the Qing Nation's capital would the so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Festival be somewhat more solemn.
All the ordinary people wanted was to relax today after a year of hard work.
In the Qing Nation, temples were everywhere. Large or small, shrines stood all over the place, each enshrining at least one Immortal.
Some stood inside temples, while others even stood out among the fields.
Some things were difficult to tell other people, but could be told to ghosts and gods.
The Qing Nation's Immortals also served to share the burdens weighing on the people's hearts. Though they could offer no comfort, saying those things aloud made people feel much better.
Apart from the capital's explicit prohibition against disrespecting shrines and temples, there were no burdensome rites. Those wishing to honor the