bookandnovel Chapter 23 SPA is also a kind of ritual
Chapter 23 SPA is also a kind of ritual
Knowing nothing, Vijay could only pretend to be in complete control.
He knew all too well that both the Brahmins and Kshatriyas now placed high hopes on him, and if they suddenly discovered that he actually knew nothing at all, the consequences would be...
Vijay shivered and left the meditation room alone.
"Vishnu, protect me! Good lord, please come with me." A soft female voice sounded from behind him.
Thank you!
Anyone who can make a sound in this place must be someone from the temple!
Without thinking twice, Vijay clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, bowed his head, and turned around, saying, "May Shiva bless you, and may you have a peaceful day!"
Before he could even look up, a faint fragrance, like a secluded orchid in a valley, dispelled the surrounding sandalwood scent and entered Vijay's nostrils.
Upon hearing this, I was immediately invigorated!
I opened my eyes almost instinctively.
What came into Vijay's view was a pair of bare feet, large enough to be grasped in one hand, with delicate silver anklets adorning the ankles, and gauze foot coverings hanging lightly, as thin as cicada wings.
Following the hem of her dress upwards, her slender, long legs were faintly visible, their allure captivating in the interplay of light and shadow.
The colorful gauze dress couldn't conceal her slender waist, and her muscles were clearly visible beneath her radiant skin. A small, dazzling gold ring adorned her navel, covering her navel chakra.
Looking up again, Vijay felt as if the tips of his hair touched something soft.
"Ah," the woman exclaimed softly, taking a half-step back and revealing herself to Vijay.
A pristine white veil tightly enveloped the ripe fruit, its trembling pit telling Vijay that he had just touched a taboo.
Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and refined, her nose was slender and graceful, her lips were light in color, and a blush of shy blush rose on her cheeks, which contrasted with the sacred cinnabar on her forehead.
There is a kind of holiness that comes from a celestial being descending to earth.
"I..." Knowing his own intrusion, Vijay tried to explain.
"Please don't say anything more," a gentle voice flowed softly into Vijay's ears, as if massaging his ear canal, making him feel light and airy. "Please come with me."
As she spoke, she walked with elegant and dignified steps along the corridor, which was carved with images of gods and saints, deeper into the temple.
Vijay followed behind her, and even the sacred and magnificent scenery he had never seen before could not outshine her graceful figure.
"I am a pure being who has long since secluded myself from the mortal world and dedicated myself to the gods. You may call me Devadasi, Master of the Good Family," the girl's voice continued, guiding Vijay's path. "The Brahma priest has arranged for me to perform today's ritual for you!"
The road became unusually short, and soon Devadas led Vijay to a private room.
The room was somewhat simple, with a soft, large bed spread out on the floor.
In one corner of the room was a simple altar, with several scriptures placed beside it.
On the other side of the room was a huge pool, large enough for at least three people to bathe at the same time, but it was empty at the moment.
"Please recite the scriptures here first. Someone will bring you food. If you need to enter the purification room, please knock lightly on the copper ring," Devadasi said with an apologetic smile, pointing to the doorway. "I will come back to preside over the ceremony for you after I have finished preparing."
As he watched the door close and the beautiful figure disappear, Vijay felt a sense of loss.
I looked around the room again, and it was ridiculously simple. There was only one small window, just enough for light and ventilation.
Once the curtains are drawn, this place instantly becomes a closed room, shutting out all prying eyes.
I wonder if these Brahmins, who possess magical powers or divine blessings, have any other tricks up their sleeves.
Vijay dared not act rashly, and obediently lit sandalwood incense in front of the altar and began chanting scriptures.
Reciting scriptures has become an instinct for Mittal Vijay; once he opens his mouth and utters the first sentence, he can continue with the momentum.
My thoughts naturally drifted back to what I had seen and heard over the past two days.
What is certain now is that my grandfather or father must have had a very close relationship with the city's high-ranking officials back then.
During this process, there must have been some displays or transactions that made the Brahmins and Kshatriyas silently endure with covetous intent.
At that time, his own territory was prosperous, with several Vaishya retainers, more than a hundred Shudra servants, a contract witnessed by Shiva, close relationships with the Kshatriya high-ranking officials and even the city lord himself, and most importantly, he could really return from the East with a full load from time to time!
It was only after a series of defeats that their resources were exhausted, the old city lord passed away, and the tragic final battles of their father and brother led to their current state...
After that final failure, the Brahmins may have foreseen the resentment of the Mirta family for not being able to fulfill their promise, so they quickly planted a curse on Mirta Vijay, who was still at the temple academy, as a backup plan.
After his father's sudden death, Mithar Vijaya hurriedly returned home to inherit the position of head of the family. Perhaps he had not yet had time to accept the succession, or perhaps something else had failed to satisfy the Brahmins and Kshatriyas.
Then came the difficulties, accusations, and curses!
Before Mittal Vijay could fully understand and take control of the situation at home, he found himself in a predicament of utter chaos: the disappearance of his patron, the departure of his retainers, the desertion and death of his Shudra servants, and then the outbreak of the curse!
That's roughly the situation!
As the scriptures flowed on and on without any emotion, Vijay made a guess.
The most important thing now is to quickly find clues to the family's inheritance and clarify the situation of the trade routes...
Before the fake scam is exposed!
"Knock knock!" Lost in thought, a long time had passed unknowingly. The light coming through the window had dimmed, and the door was gently knocked on.
Vijay turned his head, and Devadas walked into the room.
Vijay was instantly smitten at first sight.
Under the moonlight, Devadasi sheds her worldly veil, carrying a small basket in her hand, her gait graceful. The absence of the white silk veil adds a touch of ethereal beauty to the scene.
"My lord, please change your clothes and bathe. I will apply the sacred oil to you and perform the blessing ceremony!"
As she spoke, she drew the curtains, a delicate fragrance wafting in, her hand already resting on Vijay's chest.
Vijay's heart fluttered at the sight of those soft lips so close, and the unabashedly intimate contact showed that Dwadasi had completely taken control of the situation.
A shared bath in the clear water tub, the gentle touch of soft hands on the plush bed, the hot, silky oil soothing the hidden ailments within, and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures teasing the senses.
In the flickering candlelight, her dance moves swayed, sometimes as supple as a snake, sometimes as fierce as a tiger, sometimes alluring as a fox, and sometimes ethereal as a mortal.
With no distractions, Vijay was fully focused, bringing the ritual to its peak effect.
After a night of rituals, Devadasi drifted away.
Vijay felt completely refreshed, full of energy even though he hadn't slept all night. As for the curse at his chakra, it had completely turned into an almost invisible black dot, nearly disappearing.