ལས་བརྒྱ་ཐམ་པ་པ 28.14

28.14

Having prayed thus, he departed from the region. Some time after that he died, transmigrated, and took rebirth in Brahmāloka.

“O monks, what do you think? The one who was that householder then is none other than Citra Mounted on an Elephant. The act of respectfully serving the solitary buddha and saying that prayer ripened such that wherever he was born, it was into a family of great means, prosperity, and wealth. I am more exalted than even one hundred billion solitary buddhas, and he has pleased me, not displeased me, gone forth in my very doctrine, cast away all afflictive emotions, and manifested arhatship.”

“Lord,” the monks inquired of the Blessed Buddha, “tell us why Citra Mounted on an Elephant’s wife found a means by which to indulge her desires with him.”

“Not only now,” the Blessed One explained, “but in times past as well, and in the same way, his wife found a means by which to indulge her desires with him. Listen well!

“Monks, in times gone by, during King Brahmadatta’s reign in the city of Vārāṇasī, one of King Brahmadatta’s magistrates was a certain brahmin named Agnidatta. One day his wife conceived, and later she gave birth to twins. At the elaborate feast celebrating their birth they asked, ‘What names should we give these children?’ and they named them, saying, ‘Since these are Agnidatta’s children, one’s name will be Son of Fire, and the other’s will be Tongue of Fire.’

“They reared young Son of Fire and Tongue of Fire on milk, yogurt, butter, ghee, and milk solids, and as they grew up they studied letters,