Jain Journal 1973 04

Author(s): Jain Bhawan Publication
Publisher: Jain Bhawan Publication

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he returned and went to the garden Puspakarandaka. “Visakhanandin is inside,” the gatekeeper told him ; whereupon he reflected, 'I was enticed from Puspakarandaka by a trick.'
Angered, he struck a wood-apple tree with his fist and pointing to the ground covered with its fallen fruit, said to the gate-keeper: “I would make all their heads fall too, like that if I did not have great devotion to my elder father. Enough for me of pleasures beginning with such deceit.” So saying, he went to Muni Sambhuti's feet and took the vow.
When the king heard that he had become an ascetic, he went with his younger brother, bowed, asked for forgiveness, and begged him for the sake of the kingdom. The king ascertained that Visvabhuti was unwilling to go back) and went home. But he (Visvabhuti) then wandered elsewhere with his Guru.
One day, wandering alone by permission of his Guru, emaciated by penance, he went to the city Mathura. At that time Visakhanandin went to marry the king of Mathura's daughter. Visvabhuti entered the city at the end of the month to break his fast and went to the vicinity of Visakhanandin's camp. Men pointed him out, saying, “There is Prince Visvabhuti,” and Visakhanandin was at once enraged with him, like an enemy, on sight of him. Just then Visvabhuti fell, knocked over by a cow. He (Visakhanandin) laughed, saying, “Where is your strength that makes wood-apples fall ?” Visbabhuti seized the cow by the horns and 'whirled it around angrily. He made the nidāna, “May I have great strength for killing him in another birth as a result of this severe penance.” 86-106
Visvabhuti completed his life of a crore of years and, dying without confessing that (the nidāna), became a god with a maximum life-term in Mahasukra. 107
Now, there was in this same Bharata in the city Potana a longarmed king, named Ripupratisatru. He had a wife, Bhadra, and she bore a son, who had been indicated by four dreams, the Balabhadra Acala. He had also a doe-eyed daughter, Mrigavati. When she was grown, beautiful, she went to pay her respects to her father. As soon as he saw her, love was born, and he set her on his lap. After considering a way to marry her, he dismissed her.
Then the king summoned the city-elders and asked : “When a jewel is produced here, whosè is it ? Give your judgement.” “Yours," they
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