Sacrificing His Flesh to Feed the Eagle

After killing his wife and daughter, the man was arrested by the authorities. It was discovered that he had several other murders on his record. Originally sentenced to death, he was eventually sent to the front lines to fight for his country due to the war, thus atoning for his crimes.

In the military camp, the man Punishment by his superiors and ridiculed by his colleagues for refusing to go to the front lines because he was afraid of death. His past sins were pointed out one by one, and everyone felt ashamed. The man became the target of everyone's criticism.

The man harbored Spite and eventually seized an opportunity to betray his country as a lowly soldier. He opened the city gates, letting the enemy army into the city. Overnight, the city was filled with bloodshed, and countless people were killed or wounded.

"This person is no longer worthy of being called human." The cultivator in the Bookstore couldn't help but exclaim again upon seeing this.

"Disloyal, unjust, unfilial, unkind, and untrustworthy—this person embodies them all," a practitioner sighed, shaking his head.

"His heart was dark and evil; the darkest place in the world is his heart."

"If I ever meet him, I will make him suffer the agony of being torn to pieces."

The story continues. After betraying his country, the man thought he had performed a great service and would be richly rewarded. His life was about to take a new turn and climb to new heights.

Unexpectedly, the man's deeds had already spread throughout the countries, and instead of being rewarded, he was imprisoned.

In prison, the man encountered his former comrades-in-arms, some of whom had only one arm and one leg left, some of whom had lost their eyes, and some of whom had even had their lower bodies cut off at the waist, barely clinging to life.

Before leaving, the jailer unlocked the man's handcuffs and shackles, handed him a knife, closed the cell door, and left the prison.

Looking at his former comrades in their current miserable state, the man felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

The outcome was predictable: his comrades in prison used their remaining hands, feet, and teeth to Revenge a frenzied revenge on the man.

They drank its blood and ate its flesh, their pitiful Growl and unrestrained laughter echoing for miles around.

Inside the prison, a scene of cannibalism unfolded.

"Great! Delicious food, satisfying!" Cheers erupted inside and outside the Bookstore.

Seeing that tragic scene, no one felt disgusted or repulsed, and no one even felt sorry for the man. Instead, they clapped and cheered, shouting with satisfaction.

The scene was too bloody, Ma Feifei couldn't help but turn her head away, only to find that Yun Qingyang was staring intently at the projection, watching with great interest.

"Why does she seem so eager to try?" Ma Feifei couldn't help but shudder.

However, Ma Feifei didn't find the way the man ended his life cruel at all. Considering all the things the man had done in his life, he wouldn't mind dying a hundred times over.

With a whoosh, the scene changed again; the painting within a painting disappeared, and the man reappeared beside Puzhi.

Puzhi looked at Buddha with a smile and said, "He is still the same person, unchanged until his death."

The Buddha shook his head and said, "He regretted it."

"I didn't see it."

The Buddha smiled slightly and asked the man beside Puzhi, "Why didn't you kill them?"

The man knelt on the ground with a thud, prostrating himself and saying, "I know my sins are grave, I deserve to die."

Puzhi stared in shock at the man beside him. This man, whom he had conjured with his own desires, not only possessed consciousness but could also speak! Most importantly, the embodiment of desire actually admitted to his grave sins? What a joke!

The Buddha nodded and said to Puzhi, "Look, he has attained enlightenment."

Puzhi's face was gloomy.

"What does that mean? I don't understand."

"Yes! I didn't understand either. When did he regret it?" Most cultivators were in this state of confusion.

The group of cultivators were so captivated by the plot of the projection that they stopped reading their books and doing their own thing, and instead started discussing the story.

Ma Feifei found this scene amusing as well.

"I understand! When he was imprisoned, the jailer removed his handcuffs and shackles and even threw him a knife. But he didn't pick up the knife to resist, which means he intentionally didn't resist at the time," a cultivator said excitedly.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately recalled that scene from before and realized that such a detail did indeed exist; moreover, those former comrades in the prison were all missing limbs, let alone having a knife, they could probably defeat those comrades who had difficulty walking even with their fists. However, from beginning to end, the man did not resist at all, except for letting out pitiful Growl.

"So that's how it is!" The cultivators suddenly understood, and they all looked at the cultivator who had explained with admiration.

The cultivator who had pinpointed the key point blushed with pride upon seeing his explanation accepted by the crowd. This feeling was indescribable, even more fulfilling than telling people how deep one's cultivation was.

How should I put it? It's like crushing everyone with intelligence, not cultivation! That feeling is awesome.

"You have lost," Buddha said calmly.

Puzhi gave a sinister smile, waved his hand, and an eagle appeared in mid-air.

"Screech~" The eagle spread its wings and let out a long cry.

Puzhi reached out again, and a child appeared on the ground.

"This is a cannibalistic eagle. It is hungry now. If it eats this child, it will live; if it doesn't, it will starve to death. How do you plan to save it?" Puzhi looked at Buddha and said grimly. He had lost his previous composure and was starting to panic in the face of the unfathomable Buddha.

"This monk is vicious. He clearly lost, but he's still being stubborn." Some practitioners in the Bookstore couldn't stand it anymore and criticized Puzhi's behavior as too cruel.

"He's just like that man from before, he deserves to die too," said one of the more impatient cultivators.

Some cultivators, witnessing this scene, even entertained the idea of killing Puzhi, which was quite bizarre.

Ma Feifei, who had been watching the projection intently, was astonished by what he saw and exclaimed, "Holy crap, is the legendary 'feeding the eagle with its own flesh' really going to happen here?"

In Ma Feifei's previous life in Buddhism, there is a story about cutting flesh to feed an eagle. It is said that long ago, there was a King Sabodha who cared for all living beings and was compassionate to all. He practiced charity and good deeds on a regular basis. Whenever the people had any needs, he was always able to understand their situation, listen carefully, and provide what they wished to, never being stingy.

When King Shitian, was about to die, in order to find a successor for himself, he and Vishvakarma transformed into a great eagle and a dove respectively. The great eagle chased the dove, intending to eat it to satisfy its hunger.

It was later rescued by King Sabodha, but if the dove was rescued, the eagle would die of hunger; King Sabodha had vowed to save all sentient beings and protect all sentient beings.

Pigeons are for all living beings, and so are eagles.

To prevent the eagle from starving, King Sabodha drew his sword, cut off his own flesh and blood, and gave it to the eagle in exchange for the life of the dove; thus, both could be saved.

King Sabodha was the previous incarnation of Shakyamuni Buddha in his past practice of the Bodhisattva path.

The story of Buddha cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle is a well-known tale.

The scene at this moment was almost identical to the Buddha, the eagle, and except that the pigeons were replaced by children! It was no wonder that Ma Feifei was shocked.

In fact, Ma Feifei guessed correctly.

The Buddha simply uttered a phrase and said, "What's so difficult about that?"

Immediately afterwards, the Buddha raised his giant hand, and a piece of flesh suddenly split off his arm, flying towards the eagle—he was truly 'cutting off his own flesh to feed the eagle'!