"Then let's begin."
Ren Feng smiled brightly, then pointed to the ground and said, "Look, those ants have come out."
The old man looked down, and sure enough, a swarm of black ants emerged from somewhere, marching toward him in neat lines.
The old man felt a surge of fear; he wanted to move, but Ren Feng had already struck his acupoints and tied him up, leaving him unable to move.
"Look, how cute these little ants are, aren't they?" Ren Feng stood smiling beside him, "These ants have a tough life, living underground every day. It's time to give them some benefits."
The old man looked down at the ants, genuinely terrified. It was as if some scent was guiding them, leading them accurately toward him.
There was panic in the old man's eyes, but Ren Feng said with a smile, "Believe me, the ants will thank you. Just as Buddha once gave his flesh to an eagle, you are sacrificing yourself to feed the ants. Such an act is a model for our kind."
