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Chapter One Hundred and Four
In the northern range of the Vijayadhapa mountain, in the city of Gunja, which was adorned everywhere, there lived a king named Singhavikram. His queen was named Shri, and they had a son named Sakalabhusan. Sakalabhusan had eight hundred wives, of whom Kiranmandala was the chief.
Kiranmandala, who possessed a pure heart, once, at the instigation of her co-wives, drew a picture of her maternal uncle's son, Hemashikha, in a romantic scene. Seeing this, the king was instantly filled with extreme anger. However, at the urging of his other wives, he regained his composure.
One night, the virtuous Kiranmandala was sleeping with her husband. In her sleep, she repeatedly uttered the name of Hemarath, due to a lapse in her mindfulness. Hearing this, the king was extremely enraged and, in his anger, renounced the world. Kiranmandala, on the other hand, became a saintly woman and, after death, became a Rakshasi named Vidyudvaktara.
When Sakalabhusan, now a monk, was wandering for alms, the wicked Rakshasi, filled with anger, would constantly try to harm him. Sometimes she would break the bonds of a wild elephant, sometimes she would set fire to his house, sometimes she would cause a rain of dust, sometimes she would appear before him as a horse or a bull, and sometimes she would cover the path with thorns.
Once, while the monk was seated in a state of meditation, she broke into his house, brought him before the image of a deity, and seized him, claiming he was a thief. A crowd of people gathered, shouting and trying to capture him. Some, who were indifferent to the truth, scorned him and then released him.
Another time, when he was going out after taking his meal, the woman who had served him tied a necklace around his neck and declared him a thief.
Thus, the cruel and wicked Rakshasi, filled with malice, constantly tormented him with one affliction after another.
Later, the monk was seated in a state of meditation in the garden called Mahendroyana. The Rakshasi, driven by her past animosity, inflicted further torment upon him. She would appear as a Vetala, an elephant, a lion, a snake, or a beautiful woman with various qualities, all with the intention of harming him.
When asked about the connection between these afflictions and the monk's past, the Lord Ganadhara said, "O King, listen!"