One day, the Buddha passed a village, some villagers speaked to him with foul language. The Buddha listened to them quietly for a while, then he said to them:"thanks a lot, and now l have to preach the villagers of the next village, goodbye." "Don't you heard the foul words for you?" One of the villagers asked unbelievably."Of course l did, but l am not controlled by somebadys' words, and l would never have response to someone's feelings. l am the master, not the slave of my own feelings."