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## Chapter 136
The learned woman, having paid homage to the Jina, spread out her scroll in the hall of the scroll and sat down, eager to test those who had come. Some, with great intelligence, looked at the scroll with care. Others, seeing it, exclaimed loudly, "What is this?"
The learned woman answered them with appropriate words, her face adorned with a gentle smile, as she addressed the learned ones.
Then the victorious wheel-turning king, having conquered all directions, returned, having vanquished all the enemies of knowledge, the demons. He then received the anointment of kingship from thirty-two thousand lords of the earth. What is not attainable through merit?
He and they, though equal in form, with hands, feet, and faces, were yet unequal in merit, due to the power of his merit. His body was peerless, his face as gentle as the moon, his eyes like lotuses. By virtue of his merit, he surpassed all men and gods.
On his feet shone the marks of the conch, discus, and goad, as if Lakshmi herself had inscribed these auspicious signs on the wheel-turning king.
While this king, with his righteous rule, governed the earth, no one, even among those who had committed offenses, was punished. He carried Lakshmi on his chest and Saraswati on his lips, but he had no space to carry his own beloved fame, so he sent it alone to the end of the world.