Once there lived manibhadra, a merchan, in a city. he was the man of principles who had, however lost all his wealth. his poverty made them very sad. one night, he thought deeply about his pitiable condition, ‘ Neither character, patience, humility or pedigree can made a poor man happy. Even if a man has merit, the pressure of earning a livelihood overshadow it. The need to look after the family comes before one's own desired work. A Poor Man's house is like a sky without star, Lake without water.' Manibhadra further thoughts, ‘A poor man is shunned even if he has character and pedigree. A wealthy man from any caste and without any merit shines in society, and what he does is never shameful. To be poor is always a crime.' finally, Manibhadra decided that all his problems would be solved if he died. That night, he felt asleep with these thoughts in mind and had a dream. In his dream, a Jain Monk appeared before them. ‘O merchant, 'said the Monk, ‘do not pity yourself like this. I am the treasure collected by your ancestors. Tomorrow morning, when I visit you, dressed as a monk, you must hit my head with a stick, and I will turn into gold. you will live happily thereafter.' when Manibhadra woke up the next morning, she wondered weather the dream could be real. he thought, ‘The dream may not be truth. It could be an illusion because I have been thinking about money all the time.' he remembered a poem that said those who are sick, grief stricken, lovelorn and infatuated; their dreams Never Comes true. meanwhile, a Barber comes to the merchant house to give his wife a head message then, to surprise Monk Who appears in history also come along full stop was very happy to see them. them on his head the mountain into gold statue then give some clothes and a little money to the barber and told them to be silent about what he had seen take them so I will also invite the Monk and hit them. I will soon be rich then. the next morning , the barber went to the Jain monastery. he circled the grounds of the monastery thrice and lay down before their Idol and praised the jain,‘ Victory to the jain monk, who keep us pure and good -hearted. Blessed are the hands that worship the enlightened God and blessed is the tongue that praises the Great saint. ' The barber also went to meet the chief monk. Than, he knelt before the monk and asked for his blessings. The Monk blessed him and asked him t why he was there. The barber humbly begged that the chief Monk and the other Monks should accept an invitation to his home. ‘O my son, ’the chief monk said, ‘we are not Brahmins who are invited and honoured. we are monks; we visit jain home and accept only what we need to stay alive. please do not embarrass me and leave now. ' The barber was greatly disappointed. He said, ‘O great seer, I have made arrangements for you all. of course,I cannot force you please do what you think is best. ' the barber went home and ensured all the doors were locked. He kept a sturdy stick ready. He went to the monastery again and pleaded with the monks to accept his invitation. Taking pity on the barber, they agreed to visit his home. Our elders have rightly said that man becomes old and weak, loses his hair, teeth, and everything in his body weakens, except desire. The unsuspecting monks went into the barber's house. The barber closed the main door and began hitting them hard with his stick. Some monks died, while others cried out in severe pain. The village headman heard the commotion and asked his men to find out what was going on. Seeing what the barber had done, they arrested him and presented him before a magistrate. The barber admitted that he had killed some of the monks and why he had done so. The magistrate ordered the barber to be hanged. The magistrate also said that no one should do what the barber had done without understanding the situation's property. The learned have said that he who does things without discretion or care, regrets his action like the Brahmin's wife.