Xu Wuyi "watched" this scene, and a sudden realization dawned in his mind.
Fire is motion.
'Then what is the motion of these sparks?'
He stopped thinking. Instead, he immersed his entire Heart and Spirit into it, to feel, to observe, to experience.
...
Time flowed by in the silence.
Xu Wuyi remained in his cross-legged position from afternoon to dusk, and then until night fell.
The smart-brain quietly delivered dinner. Seeing him immersed in his practice, it didn't disturb him, gently placing the food box by the door before leaving.
Late at night, the only light in the bamboo house was the faint moonlight filtering in through the window.
Suddenly, Xu Wuyi opened his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, a dim golden glimmer flashed and vanished.
He rose and walked to the *Celestial Bird Bathing in Fire Painting*. This time, he didn't look with his eyes. Instead, he slowly extended his Spiritual Perception to touch the painting's surface.
