Indian Mythology: The Smart Monk of Kashmir

formerly in kashmir, there was a cunning monk who received two groups of his disciples, who gathered in his yard to celebrate him.

they said that their master was a saint, a wise man, and a just man.

many believed in what the disciples had said, so they often came to visit monks for instruction.

however, every suggestion made by a monk must be given to him by the poor in all its forms.

so this ** gets richer every day.

once, a poor farmer came looking for a monk.

he bowed to the monk and cried in tears, and asked: "a good monk, help me!" my daughter's a beauty, but i don't know what to do.

no one will marry her.

who wants a poor girl? please help me arrange her return.

please tell me what i'm gonna do." the monk pretended to think, and then he said, "go back, my son.

everything will be arranged.

i'll pray for your daughter and come to your house tomorrow.

you must be ready to greet me." the next morning, the farmer had just woken up and looked outside the door and the monk had approached the door.

the family immediately started running around, and everyone wanted to receive the guests properly.

of course, the monk himself came to their house, which is an unprecedented honour for a poor man! the farmer's wife quickly took the dust off a small carpet and laid it in the dark side of the house.

the farmer's youngest sons took the best fruit from the orchard for the monk.

the beautiful fachma made her own cold and sweet juice to relieve the guests.

when the monks sat on the carpets in the shade, eating and drinking, fachima, like a bird, travelled between the house and the orchard, trying to serve the monks well.

the monk was full of food and drink, and he was very fond of fachima as a cook and a waiter, and he intended to make her a slave to his family.

"let her serve me! he said, “what is the alternative for poor girls?” however, as soon as the monk had mentioned it, the farmer put out two hands and said to him, "no, no! my fachima is poor, not a slave! i don't want to, and she won't agree.

no, no, no, no, no! he thought, "i'll lie to you anyway." and then he pretended to pray and said to the farmer, "listen, my son! i had a vision dream in which i saw the destination of your daughter.

you'll have to nail a big, big box, put your daughter in a box, then put it in the river.

the waves of the sacred river will bring your daughter to happiness.

who found you, fachima, is the master of her destiny and is her `owner'.” the farmers believed that it was true, said a few words of thanks, then gave some gifts to the monks in return for his ideas, and finally sent him home respectfully and respectfully。"thank you, high monk! he said, "by tomorrow evening, i'll do as you say, and do everything you ask." when the monks came back, they slapped themselves and gathered their disciples together: "my children, the monks said, "i had a dream of prophecy.

tomorrow evening, "a big wooden box will float along the river, *** a devil.

we have to get this box and bring it to me.

and we have locked ourselves in the house, and the evil spirits, and we have made them, by a spell, and by prayer and whipping, submissive female maids, and we have made them serve me, and we have not harmed anyone.

you must stand around the house, beat the drums and recite the scriptures aloud.

no matter how the devil shouts and struggles, it is not necessary to listen.

you shall read only the scriptures and ring the sacred turn and beat the holy drum.” at the same time, a farmer without a heart can't think of any bad ideas here, and he's done everything according to the monk.

he said goodbye to fachima and placed her in a big, caged box, covered with a lid, locked his head and then pushed it into the river.

the boxes flow down, and on the waves swing...

as the sun sets, the monks say to their disciples, "it's time! my children, you run to the bridge behind the woods.

there's no one walking there at night and no one's gonna come to stop you from getting your suitcases.

just keep your eyes open.

don't open the lid! otherwise, the devil will kill you all as soon as he comes out." the disciples bowed to the monks, and then the way.

they crossed the city to the forest road.

here, the disciples accelerated their steps, but the case was spared! all of a sudden, they saw a young hunter coming out of the woods, with a few hounds, facing them.

this hunter's name is michelle.

michelle's dogs are big and powerful, like tigers.

"hey! the monks are screaming, "take your dog, you bad boy, or they'll tear us apart!" "where are you in such a hurry? it's late, and you're running around like a pack of jackals.

sit down with me by the fire, tell me something new, and pray i'm lucky to hunt.

the monk's apprentices called up.

"there" drifted down a box in which there was a devil.

we must find the box next to the old bridge and send it to the master of magic.

get your dog out of here, you sinner! don't delay us!" "all right, wolves, run! my dog won't touch you.

michelle laughed and said.

but he was thinking, "what the hell is in the box? i have to go and see!" monk apprentices have just turned a corner and michelle has run towards the river, except that he has not come from the main road, but has taken a shortcut through the forest.

michelle ran to the bank of the riverAnd down.

He listened carefully: there was someone in the box who was softly ** and sobbing.

The hunter jumped into the water, grabbed the box and dragged it to shore.

He's got a fire here because it's all dark.

He's on the bright side of the burning trees and he's going to knock off the lock.

The sound in the box is quiet.

Michelle finally opened the lid and was surprised to step back: there was a beautiful girl in the box, a face like the new moon, flashing out the light.

Michelle pulled the girl out of the box, told him to sit near the fire, and started asking, "Who are you? Where are you from? How did you get into this box?" "My name is Fachima.

The girl replied, "My father was a farmer.

He put me in a box and left it in a river, at the behest of the holy monk.

I don't know anything else.

And all I hear is the monk saying, "Whoever finds me, he is the master of my destiny and my master." Young hunters are so happy.

Of course! Such beauty is not found anywhere in the world.

At this point, he remembered the monk, and he couldn't help but fight the bull: "You old **, you came up with such a trick! All right, wait! He said there's a devil in the box, and he'll have a devil for him." Michelle called his loyal and fiercest hound and put it in a box, locked it and re-propelled it into the river.

And he was sitting next to Fachima, and he spoke to her with his heart: "Don't be afraid of me, beautiful girl! The monk tried to trick you into being a slave to him.

But it wasn't him who found you, it was me.

But I will not be your master, but a faithful good friend." Faquima answered him with a smile.

At that time, monks were waiting by the bridge.

They finally saw a box flow down.

They were all scared to death by such terrible screams and roars.

Looks like there's a devil in the box。