Buddha

"Someone in the audience already pointed out that strange fellow just now, which is enough to prove that this scholar isn't lying." The storyteller had a stubbly, dirty beard, looking exceptionally weathered, but at this moment he solemnly referred to himself as this scholar. "That strange person was truly strange, so please listen to me slowly, everyone."

"He stood over nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and possessed boundless strength! He drank nothing and ate nothing, and was impervious to blades and spears!"

"The villagers of White Horse Village all regarded him as a monster, and whenever they met him, they would spit on him a time or two, yet this strange person didn't resist at all!"

"He helped people labor without asking for reward, and every time he went into the mountains, he brought back a pile of prey, distributing it all among the village neighbors. Yet no one thanked him, and instead called him a fool!"

"A wandering Taoist priest said his flesh and blood possessed divine power, capable of curing all illnesses, healing wounds and poisons, and prolonging life. When someone sought him out, he would consciously cut his flesh and bleed himself to treat the serious illnesses of the townspeople. Yet those who craved longevity constantly obsessed over his flesh and blood, treating him as flesh medicine and a demonic entity!"

"Until one day, mountain spirits and monsters invaded the township and killed several people in a row. He fought the spirits bare-handed, bathed in blood all over."

"Just when his injuries were severe, he provoked fear instead, so they mobilized the strength of the entire village to throw him into the water and drown him!" Having reached this point, the storyteller was already filled with righteous indignation and flying spittle. "The people of White Horse