Clad in yellow garments, his eyes shining like freshly blossomed lotus flowers and a gentle smile gracing his lips, the Lord appeared. The Brahmin, upon witnessing this divine vision, was overwhelmed—his body thrilled with ecstasy and his eyes brimmed with love. With reverence, he bowed to the Lord of the universe, the very cause of all creation, who, though unmanifest, had become manifest before him, the liberator from the threefold suffering. He offered salutations to the true Nārāyaṇa, creator of all, and to the pure-souled sustainer of the universe. Blessed and accomplished he felt, fulfilled beyond measure, for destiny had brought him this moment—he could not fathom whose merit had borne such fruit. He recognized that worship must be performed for the Lord of the worlds, the consort of Lakṣmī. Then Hari, the Lord, spoke sweetly, his smile enchanting the entire universe. He said, “Worship Me with whatever is easily obtained, with mere faith.” He instructed, “Hear the procedure, O foremost of Brāhmins; let your mind desire the fruit. Take half a measure of wheat flour, as prescribed by the standard of a seṭaka. Offer this flour to Hari, mixed with ghee, for it is dear to Him. Mix in Ganges water and honey, the five nectars beloved to Me. Adorn the offering with fragrant flowers, delightful Vedic chants, and other offerings. Present sweet foods, drinks, respectful gifts, cooked edibles, fruits, and all manner of delights.” Surrounded by Brahmins and his own people, his heart filled with faith, the Brahmin recited the sacred history, including the tales of the king, the Bhillas, and the merchants. He partook of the favor received, honoring it without hesitation. “O best of Brahmins,” Hari said, “those who worship according to this rule, in the end, attain proximity to Me and rejoice together with Me.” Having spoken thus, Viṣṇu disappeared, and the Brahmin was filled with happiness. He reflected, “Today, by what I have obtained through alms, I have worshipped Nārāyaṇa.” Without seeking riches for the body, he received abundant wealth. He related the entire event to his wife, who rejoiced with him. She gathered relatives, friends, and all those nearby, and with devotion, the Blessed Lord Satyanārāyaṇa was pleased. The Brahmin requested whatever was desired, and happiness was granted both here and hereafter. A chariot, a splendid elephant, a beautiful house, a fine horse, and a golden necklace were bestowed upon him. Hari declared, “So be it,” and then vanished. Bowing down to the ground with their bodies, they received the favor with reverence. From that day forward, the worship of Satyanārāyaṇa spread throughout the world. Among those blessed by the Lord was Candracūḍa, renowned for his devotion to protecting his people. He was peaceful, gentle in speech, steadfast, and ever devoted to Nārāyaṇa. Yet, a fierce and exceedingly powerful battle arose with his adversaries. The great army of Candracūḍa marched to the city of Yama, and five thousand foot soldiers perished, ascending to the city of heaven. This most fortunate one, Candracūḍa, was attacked by deceitful mlecchas. Later, the king journeyed to the city of Kāśī, under the pretense of pilgrimage. There, he beheld the city, abundant in wealth and grain, marveling at its prosperity.