"Long ago in the city Avajjha lived the son of Dasaratha, whose name was Pauma. He was the eighth of the Baladevas and was an extremely pious Jain. Now this Pauma had for a long time been worshipping a jewelled image of the future Lord of the Jinas, the Glorious Parsvanatha, in his own private temple. That image removed for him all obstacles to success and happiness, and had proved its miraculous powers on many an occasion and in such a way that no one doubted their existence. In time Pauma came to know that in this age of declining virtue the True Faith would soon suffer tremendous reversals in the East of the country. As the saying goes, nothing can endure forever in all its perfection; even the mine of rubies one day must cease to yield good stones. He therefore had the superintending deities of the image transport it through the sky to the city Suddhadanti, in the country of Sattasaya. There they hid the image in an underground chamber. And knowing that the times were bad, the superintending deities changed its substance from precious jewels into ordinary stone. After much time had passed, there appeared in the monastic lineage Sodhativala a teacher by the name of Vimalasiri. He received the following instructions in a dream, ‘In an underground chamber at such and such a location there is an image of the Glorious Parvanatha. Dig it up and worship it’. The monk then told this to his lay disciples. Together they brought the image out of the underground chamber. They made a temple for it and installed the image in that temple. They began to worship it three times a day. But the times were such that the city was abandoned and the superintending deities became lax in their duties, and so it could happen that the Muslims who had come there by chance saw the image of the Blessed Lord Parsvanatha. Those wicked Muslims smashed the head off the image and left it lying there on the ground. Now a shepherd, grazing his flocks, passed by that place and saw the head of the God lying on the ground like that. He wept piteously and put the head back on the Lord’s body. It stuck perfectly, without even so much as a line to reveal the slash. And through the power of the Lord it stayed there, too, and has stayed right up to this very day and is still much worshipped. Thus is the account of the Glorious Lord Parsvanitha in the city of Suddhadanti, related by the Glorious monk Jinaprabha, exactly as he heard it told."