Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the third day of the third month, the day of the Goddess Festival.
In Taoyuan, nearly all residents who could still move had gathered at the foot of the giant peach tree whose crown covered an entire mountain top, seemingly propping up the entire blue sky.
More than ten thousand people, an endless sea of heads, one could not begin to count the number of people covering the mountainside.
Of course, they all knew very well that no matter how grand the Flat Peach Banquet was, and how fragrant the celestial peaches of the Upper Realm were, they would most certainly not have a share.
Many people came bearing shrines, not to ascend the mountain, but to have the temple priests in the Divine Palace replace the peach branches within. Then they would burn incense and pray on the spot, reciting scriptures.
Indeed, what was inside those shrines were not actually statues of divinities, but merely branches of peach from years past.
