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His storehouses and granaries overflowed, filled with gold and silver; his male and female slaves stood in ranks, and he had nothing left to desire. There was a white fine-cotton hand-towel hanging beside a pool, which a celestial wind picked up and blew before the king's palace hall. The king immediately convened a great assembly of his ministers to sit and consult together, arranging divinations to query it, wondering at its cause. All the ministers said, "The state is about to flourish, and Heaven has bestowed white fine cotton." Jyotiṣka remained silent. The king said to Jyotiṣka, "All the ministers offer congratulations; why do you say nothing?" Jyotiṣka answered the king, "I dare not deceive the king. This is a white fine-cotton towel for drying the body in my household; it was hanging by the pool, and a celestial wind picked it up and blew it before the king's palace hall. For that reason I remained silent and did not speak." Several days later, a nine-coloured golden flower, as large as a cartwheel, fell before the king's palace hall. The king again assembled his ministers, and the questions and answers were as before. Jyotiṣka answered the king, saying, "I dare not deceive the king. This is a withered fallen flower from the rear garden of my household; a celestial wind picked it up and blew it before the king's palace hall. For that reason I remained silent without speaking." The king said to Jyotiṣka, "Your household can produce such things? You must return home and arrange preparations at will. I shall lead a host of two hundred thousand to visit your house and see it." Jyotiṣka answered, saying, "May the king accompany me directly; there is no need to go in advance. In my household, the beds and mats appear naturally and require no one to spread them; food and drink appear naturally and require no one to make them; they are brought forward naturally without having to call out, and they are cleared away naturally without having to look back." The king then led a host of two hundred thousand, arrived at Jyotiṣka's southern gate, and entered. There was a young boy, upright and lovely. The king said to Jyotiṣka, "Is this your son?" He answered, "This is my slave who guards the gate-tower." Advancing a little further to the inner gate-tower, there was a young girl of upright countenance, with skin like lustrous jade and exceedingly lovely. The king said to Jyotiṣka, "Is this your daughter or your wife?" He answered, "This is my maidservant who guards the gate-tower." Advancing a little further to the front of his hall, the walls were of white silver and the floor of crystal. Seeing it, the king thought it was water and hesitated, unable to proceed. Jyotiṣka led the way forward, taking the king up into the hall, where he sat upon a golden bed and rested his feet on a jade stool. Jyotiṣka's wife sat inside a hundred and twenty layers of gold and silver curtains; parting the curtains, she came out, paid homage to the king, and tears came from her eyes. The king said to Jyotiṣka, "Why do tears fall when your wife bows to me?" "I dare not deceive the king: smelling the king's smoke, tears fell from her eyes." The king said, "Commoners burn animal fat, feudal lords burn honey, and the Son of Heaven burns lacquer; lacquer produces no smoke—how could tears fall?" Jyotiṣka answered the king, "In my household there is a luminous-moon divine pearl hung in the hall; day and night are no different, and there is no need for firelight." In front of Jyotiṣka's hall stood a twelve-storey high tower; he took the king up to look. Gazing in all four directions, in a daze a month passed. The great ministers addressed the king, "The affairs of state are grave; the king ought to return." The king thought it had been only a moment and that he could bear a little more. They then strolled through the gardens and pools, and unwittingly another month passed; the questions and answers were the same as before. Jyotiṣka brought forth the seven treasures as gifts, along with damask, silks, and coloured cloth. The men and horses of the two hundred thousand were all weighed down, and together they returned to the kingdom. The king said to his ministers, "That Jyotiṣka is my subject, yet his women, houses, and mansions surpass mine by far. I wish to attack him; can he be taken or not?" The ministers all said, "He can be taken." Leading a host of four hundred thousand, beating bells and striking drums, the king surrounded Jyotiṣka's residence in several hundred layers. Inside the southern gate of Jyotiṣka's residence stood a strongman holding a golden staff in his hand; with a single point of it at the host of four hundred thousand, men and horses all tumbled over, their hands and feet twisted, their waists and hips limply swaying like drunks, their heads spinning, unable to rise again. Thereupon Jyotiṣka, riding in a mica carriage, came and asked the people, "Why are you lying on the ground in such distress, unable to rise?" "The Great King sent us to attack the elder. The elder's strongman held a golden staff in his hand, and with a single point at the host of four hundred thousand, men and horses all fell over, unable to rise again." Jyotiṣka asked, "Do you wish to get up or not?" The people all said, "We wish to get up." Jyotiṣka released his divine power once, causing the host of four hundred thousand, both men and horses, to all rise, and they returned to their kingdom at once. The king then dispatched an envoy to summon Jyotiṣka, took him into the same carriage, and went to the Buddha's place, where he addressed the Buddha: "World-Honoured One, what meritorious virtues did Jyotiṣka perform in past lives to receive this retribution?" The Buddha said, "Listen carefully. Formerly, five hundred companions with the same conditions were in rugged mountains. On the road they encountered a sick practitioner of the Way; they gave him a hut, rice, provisions, lamps, and candles. At that time, \[the practitioner\] begged broadly and made many vows: 'May heaven itself provide for me; descending from the void, transforming into eighteen bodies, emitting great radiance, illuminating the whole world. Further, I vow to become a Buddha, shattering the Iron Enclosing Mountains and the cauldrons of boiling water, so that flowers grow, the hells produce sandalwood, the hungry ghosts become śramaṇas, and the rākṣasas sit reciting sūtras.' The five hundred merchants, carrying their heavy treasures, provided for the sick monk, and from the monk's broad begging for heavenly offerings, they now attain this retribution. The donor at that time was this Jyotiṣka; the sick practitioner of the Way was myself; and the five hundred merchants all attained the path of the arhat." > — English (machine translation) (machine translation) - [Previous: 56.9](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2122.56.9) - [Next: 56.11](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2122.56.11) - [Up: 56](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2122.56) ## Translations (1) - [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2122~en-mt.56.10) — English, machine translation --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2122.56.10](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2122.56.10) · Pramāṇa