In the sacred tradition, it is taught that there exists a place of extraordinary merit, renowned throughout all realms. When acts of charity or worship are performed there, their merit is multiplied a hundred million times, a truth well established and honored everywhere. Relief from mental fatigue arises, and profound happiness is born when one engages in sacred deeds at this excellent Kanva ford, where these words were first spoken. By the power of its merit, the Kanva ford became a great tirtha, surpassing all other fords across the three worlds in the fruits it bestows. Whatever is done there—be it bathing, giving, or any other act—when performed with devotion and concentration, yields its full reward, multiplied a hundred million times. Thus, wise sages call it the Hundred Million Ford, for everything performed there is multiplied a hundred millionfold. It is at this very spot that the event involving Agneya, Kanva, and the golden grandson named Vani took place, marking it as the Hundred Million Ford, a tirtha that grants the fruit of a hundred million fords. Its greatness cannot be adequately described, not even by Vachaspati or other gods. Whatever act is performed here, in any manner, by the grace of the Godavari river, all merit becomes multiplied a hundred million times. If one gives a single cow to a foremost twice-born at the Hundred Million Ford, the merit is equal to giving a hundred million cows. Likewise, if one, purified at this ford, donates land with faith, the result is multiplied a hundred million times. Everywhere along the bank of the Gautami, offerings to the ancestors are best made at the Hundred Million Ford, for there the fruit is infinite. Sages know that there are forty-nine fords along the Gautami, each lacking one, but this ford stands supreme. Now, let us turn to the Narasimha tirtha, situated on the northern bank of the Ganga. Its influence is renowned for providing universal protection. In ages past, Hiranyakashipu, foremost among the powerful, was unconquered even by the gods due to his austerity and valor. However, his mind was tainted by hatred for his son, a devotee of Hari. From a pillar in the assembly, Hari manifested his all-pervading nature as Narasimha. After slaying Hiranyakashipu, Narasimha drove away his army and defeated all the great demons in battle, one by one. Having conquered the enemies in the netherworld, he ascended to the world of the gods, then descended to earth, slaying demons dwelling on the mountains. In his beast form, the Lord destroyed demons in the ocean, rivers, villages, and forests—those who assumed various shapes. With claws more powerful than thunderbolts and a mane stirred in fury, Narasimha struck down those who moved through the sky, abided in the wind, or entered the realm of light. Roaring with the thunder of demon birth-cries, he conquered all rakshasas, his mighty roars blazing like the fire of dissolution. With powerful slaps and violent movements, he crushed the asuras, and after slaying many, Hari proceeded to the Gautami. There, a new enemy arose—the lord of Dandaka, named Ambarya, renowned, emerging from the lotus of his own feet, delighting the mind and eyes. Ambarya was a warrior unconquerable by the gods, surrounded by great strength, and a fierce, terrifying battle ensued. Weapons and missiles flew between Hari and the demon's son, but the glorious Hari slew his enemy on the northern bank. On the Ganga, the Narasimha tirtha is celebrated throughout the three worlds. Bathing, giving, and other rites performed there destroy all sins and afflictions. The tirtha grants universal protection, wards off old age and death, and just as none among the gods equals Hari, so among all tirthas, Narasimha tirtha is supreme. After bathing there, one should worship Narahari. Whether in heaven, on earth, or below, nothing is difficult for Narasimha. There are eight great tirthas at this sacred site, each yielding the merit of a crore of tirthas, according to wise men. Even the mere remembrance of its name, without faith, destroys all sins. Wherever Narasimha himself is always present, who can describe the fruit born of service to that tirtha? Just as nowhere is any god greater than Narahari, so nowhere is any tirtha equal to Narasimha tirtha. On the northern bank of the Ganga lies the Piśāca tirtha, so named for its piśāca nature. There, a brahmin once attained liberation, O wise one. In the world, the son of Suyavasya was known as Jīgarti. Afflicted by the hardships of family and famine, he sold his middle son, Śunaḥśepa, the best among those knowing Brahman, to a kshatriya for slaughter, for much wealth. What sin will a person not commit when fallen into calamity, even if learned? The sage accepted much wealth for the role of pacifier. That lowest of Brahmins took wealth for the purpose of division, and as a result, he suffered incurable, severe diseases. When he died, he was cast into hell, and there was no end to the suffering caused by his previous sins. By the command of Yama and his servants, he passed through many different wombs and then became a dreadful piśāca, terrible in form. He was cast among dry woods, in the forest, without water, in desolate places, and in the heat of summer, scorched by the sun, by Yama's servants. Those who sell daughters, sons, land, horses, or cows do not return from hell until the dissolution of the world. Tormented by Yama's fierce servants, he suffered the consequences of his evil deeds, cooked in a mass of suffering, loudly weeping and remembering what he had done.