I died and met the Buddha.
The Buddha said, "You have great spiritual potential. Would you be willing to become a Buddha?"
I said, "What's so great about being a Buddha? I don't want to."
The Buddha shook his head, raised his ruler, and struck me on the head eight times.
Then I woke up as if from a dream. I was alive again.
That was the first time. There would be seven more.
The Buddha let me live eight times and undergo the eight precepts eight times.
Then I would answer his question again.
Not once, not twice, not three times. . . . . . In the end, death is nothing but a matter of course