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The Eighth Chapter
187. The foolish man, having given some *puas* to the laborers, secretly had them bring some bricks to his house. When he broke some of the bricks, he saw gold in them.
237. His greed increased, and he began to have the laborers bring many bricks to his house, giving them *puas* and other food.
238. One day he had to go to his daughter's village. As he was leaving, he said to his son, "Son, you also give some food to the laborers and have them bring bricks to our house."
239. Having said this, he left, but his son did not have the bricks brought to the house as he had instructed. When the wicked man returned home and learned what had happened, he became very angry with his son.
240. In his foolishness, he smashed his son's head with a club and stones, and in his grief, he cut off his own feet.
241. In the end, he was killed by the king and, upon death, attained the state of a *nakul*. This confectioner reached this state due to the arising of the *apratyakhyanavaran* greed.
242. O King, seeing your donation, these four have attained supreme joy, and all four have regained their *jati-smaran*, which has made them very detached from the world.
243. By approving your donation, all of them have bound themselves to the lifespan of the highest *bhogabhumi*. Therefore, they have abandoned fear and are sitting here with a desire to hear the Dharma.
244. O King, in the eighth future birth from this one, you will become the *Vrishabhanatha* Tirthankara and attain liberation, and in that same birth, all of these will also become Siddhas. There is no doubt about this.
245. Until then, these virtuous beings will enjoy the best of happiness and blessings of the gods and humans along with you.
246. This *Shrimati* being will also be King *Shreyans* in your *tirtha*, who will establish the practice of *danatirtha*, and from that birth, he will attain the highest good, liberation. There is no doubt about this.
247. Hearing these words of the *charan* *yogindra* muni, the king's body stood covered in goosebumps, as if sprouting with love.