Treasure

Nishit night of the new moon. According to the Mrityunjaya Tantric, they are worshiping Jayakali, their longtime household deity. When Puja got up after doing the puja, the first crow of the day called from the nearby mango orchard.

Mritunjay looked back and saw that the door of the temple was closed. Then he once put his head on the feet of the goddess and removed her seat. A wooden box came out from under that seat. The key was tied to the pasta. Mrityunjay opened the box by putting that key. As soon as he opened it, he was startled and hit his head.

The inner garden of Mrityunjaya is surrounded by a wall. At one end of that garden is this small temple in the darkness of the shade of big trees. There is nothing in the temple except the idol of Jayakali; it has only one entrance. Mrityunjoy took the box and looked at it for a long time. Before Mrityunjoy opened the box it was closed - no one broke it. Mrityunjaya turned around ten times and groped the idol - found nothing. Like a madman, he opened the door of the temple - then the light of the morning was shining. Mrityunjaya went round and round the temple, searching in vain for reassurances.

When the morning light dawned, he came to the Chandi Mandapa outside and sat with his hands on his head, and began to think. After all the sleepless nights, the tired body was feeling a little drowsy, at such a time he suddenly woke up and heard, 'Victory, Father. '

In the front courtyard is a monk with a tangled robe. Mrityunjaya bowed down to him with devotion. 

The monk blessed him with his hand on his head and said, 'Father, you are mourning in vain.'

Hearing this, Mrityunjay was surprised and said, 'You are kind, otherwise how could you understand my grief. I didn't say anything to anyone.'

The monk said, 'Son, I say, rejoice for what you have lost, don't mourn.'

Mrityunjaya held his legs together and said, 'But you know everything - how it was lost, where to go to get it back, I will not leave your feet unless you tell me.'

The monk said, 'If I had wished you ill, I would have said. But please don't mourn for what you have taken away, Bhagwati.'

Mrityunjaya served the monk all day with various treats to please him. The next morning, after filling the bucket from his own cow, Sofen came with milk and saw that there was no monk.