These starving beggars, one by one, gathered around, their eyes bloodshot, skin hugging their bones due to hunger.
Qiu Yuan shared some bread with them, but it wasn't enough—not nearly enough.
Even after distribution, this large group of beggars still followed him.
"There is none left!" one young beggar exclaimed loudly, "How come there's not even a bit of meat?"
"Where would a monk get meat? His entire body is meat." After dividing the dry food, the beggars followed, laughing strangely.
Qiu Yuan Monk looked at the hungry crowd, their eyes causing him to suddenly have an epiphany.
These people wanted to eat him!
He recalled what Niu Sanda had said, "If master could persuade them not to eat human flesh, I, Niu Sanda, would willingly accept my fate!"
He couldn't even convert the people of this village.
In his life, he couldn't convert a single person!
Memories rushed back, as years passed by, leaving only the idle to lament.
