Chapter 10 Spirit Communication
This was Nezha’s first time meditating, with his consciousness drowsy and sinking into the pitch-black sea.
He should have been afraid, but his spirit was elevating to a higher place as it followed the script on the bamboo slips, those obscure texts that were actually an incomprehensible means of perception for ordinary people.
Time trickled by, and the clothes his mother had meticulously sewn for him disappeared, as did the tidy room that Cuiyu had arranged for him, the tiles in the courtyard, the high walls around, the big tree and the hill in the distance; everything vanished.
The stars in the sky began to rotate, and the world seemed to become a chaotic whole, pulsating with the rhythm of his breath.
This feeling was incredibly peculiar, irresistibly drawing one into its depths.
But this deep immersion was abruptly interrupted by a series of urgent knocking.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Nezha, why are you sleeping in again! Hurry up and get up, if you don’t, Mr. Fan will be here soon!"
It was Cuiyu’s voice, the girl’s voice as melodious and pleasing as that of orioles, echoing continuously in this world of chaos, her body’s scent of powder carrying a faint fragrance of osmanthus. Despite it not being August yet, it caused Nezha to sneeze several times in a row, pulling him completely out of his profound state.
Nezha was somewhat annoyed and shouted: "Sister Cuiyu! Haven’t I told you that I want to study and not to disturb me?"
Opening the door, Cuiyu entered, carrying a basin of hot water and twisting her slender waist past the sullen-faced Nezha, setting down her load, with the steamy clear water swaying in the yellow brass basin.