The story of the beginning

It's a very old matter. A river named Gandharvasan used to rule in the city of Dhar. He had four queens. They had six boys, all of whom were very clever and strong. Incidentally, the king died on one day and in place of his older son sitting on the throne. He ruled for some days, but the younger brother Vikram killed him and became king himself. His kingdom was increasing day by day and he became king of the Jambudvipa. One day she came to her mind that she should roam around and look at the countries she has heard, and see. So he handed the throne to his younger brother Bhartruhari, becoming a Yogi, he left the state.

A Brahmin was meditating in that city.One day the deity was pleased and gave it a fruit and said that whatever it will eat, it will become immortal.Brahmaan brought that fruit to his wife and also told the matter of God.Brahmini quote, "What will we do after being immortal?" We will keep on begging. It is better to die. You take this fruit and give it to the king and get some money in return. "

Upon hearing this Brahmin took the fruit and went to King Bhartruhari and told Sarla Hall. Bhartrihari took fruit and gave a lakh rupees to the Brahmin and then returned. Bhartrihari loved one of his queens very much. He went to the palace and gave it to him. The friendship of the queen was from the city-Kotwal. He gave that fruit to the policeman. Inspector used to go to a prostitute. He gave that fruit to that prostitute. The prostitute thought that the king should eat this fruit. She took it and went to King Bhartruhari and gave it to him. Bhartruhari gave him a lot of money; But when he saw the fruit well, he recognized it. He hurt a lot, but he did not say anything to anyone He went to the palace and asked the queen what you did to that fruit. The queen said, "I ate it." The king took the fruit and showed it. The queen was frightened and she told the whole truth. When Bhartruhari discovered it, he knew the whole thing.He became very sad. He thought, this world is Maya-trap. No belongs to us in it. He came out with fruit and ate it by eating it himself. Then leaving the palace, made the disguise of the yogi, went to penance in the forest. 

Vikram's cushion became dry after going to the forest of Bhartruhari.When Raja Indra got this news, he sent a god to guard the city of Dhar. He stayed there for the night and day.

When Vikram knew about leaving the royal palace of Bhartruhari and going to the forest, he returned and came to his country. It was midnight. When he entered the city, God stopped him. The King said, "I am Vikram. This is my secret. Who were you to stop? "

God said, "King Indra sent me to guard this city. If you are the true King Vikram, come, fight me first. " 

There was a fight between them. The king turned God down in a little while.Then God said, "O king! You defeated me. I give you life. " 

After this, God said, "In Rajan, a city and a constellation you were born three men. You were born in the house of the king, the second one was of the oil and the third had a potters. You rule here, Teli ruled the Hatha. The potter has hijacked the oilman by hanging Yogi and hanging him in a Shamshan, a vampire, from the Tree of Cirrus. He is now trying to kill you. Be cautious of him. "

By saying so, Dev went and went to King Mahal. The return of the king made everyone very glad. The city celebrated joyful moments. The king started to rule again. 

It is a matter of a day that a yogi named Shantiish came to the court near the king and gave him a fruit. The king was afraid that the person whom God had told, is not it the same!Thinking that he did not eat fruit, he gave it to the treasury. Yogi used to come and give a fruit to the king.

Incidentally, the king went to see his stables one day. The yogi reached there and gave the fruit in the hands of the king. When the king hurled her, she fell off the ground and fell on the ground. At the same time a monkey jumped up and lifted it and broke it.One of them turned out to be red, whose glow shone all eyes. The king was astonished. He asked the yogi, "Why do you give me this red everyday?"

Yogi replied, "Maharaj! Raja, Guru, astrologer, Vaidya and daughter, their home should never go empty-handed. "

The king summoned the storekeeper and brought back all the fruits. On falling, each one turned out to be red.The king was very happy to see so much red. He called the jeweller and asked their value. The jeweler said, "Maharaj, these reds are so precious that their value can not be estimated in crores rupees. Each red one is equal to one state. "

Hearing this, the king took hold of the hand of Yogi and took him to the throne. Said, "Yogiraj, you have not heard bad things, in front of others."

The king took him in private. Going there, the yogi said, "Maharaj, the thing is that I am proving a mantra on the banks of river Godavari. Once it is proved, my aspiration will be fulfilled.If you stay with me one night, the mantra will be proven. You should come to me alone by binding the weapon on one night. "

The king said "good thing."

After this, the yogi went to his monastery by telling the day and time.

When that day came, the king reached there all alone. Yogi was sitting beside him. Sitting for a while, the king asked, "Sir, what is the order for me?"

Yogi said, "Rajan," There is a dead hanging on a circus tree in a masan at a distance of two kos from south direction. Bring him to me, until then I worship here. "

Hearing this, the king moved away. It was a very horrible night. There was darkness all around. It was raining.Ghosts were making noise. Snakes came and knelt on their feet. But the king kept on moving forward courageously. When he reaches Masan, he sees what the lions are roaming, the elephants are screaming, the ghosts are killing the men. The king went on fast and reached the tree of cirr. The tree was fluttering from the root to the fungus. The King thought, Ho-Na-ho, this is the same Yogi, which God spoke about. A corpse tied with the rope was hanging on the tree. The king climbed the tree and cut the rope off with the sword. The mortal fell down and cried roaring.

The king came down and asked, "Who are you?"

The King had to say that he was a lonely crocodile laughing. The king was astonished. Then the dead hung on the tree. The king again went upstairs and cut the rope, pressed beside the head, came down. Said, "Tell me, who are you?"

The dead remained silent

Then the king tied it in a sheet and brought it to the yogi. On the way, he said, "I am nauseous. Who are you and where are you taking me? "

The king said, "My name is Vikram. I'm the king of Dhara Nagri. I am taking you to Yogi. "

Betel spoke, "I'll go on a condition. If you speak on the way, then I will return and hang on the tree. "

The king believed whatsoever was said by him. Then said to them, "The wise, the wise and the wise, spend their days in good things, whereas on the day of fools in strife and sleep. It is good that our path passes in the discussion of good things. I am telling you a story.Take, listen