Once upon a time, in the reign of Brahmadatta king of Benares, the Bodhisatta was born in a Brahmin family. When he grew up, and his own son was of an age to run about, his wife died; he took the child on his hip, and departed into the Himalayas, where he became an ascetic, and brought up his son to the same life, living in a hut of leaves.

It was the rainy season, and rain poured heavily. A Monkey tormented with the cold, chattering and rattling his teeth. The Bodhisatta fetched a great log, lit a fire, and sat down upon his pallet. His son sat by him, and chafed his feet.

Now the Monkey had found a dress belonging to some dead anchorite. He dressed himself on these clothes, took the pole and waterpot, and in this sage’s dress he came to the leaf-hut for the fire. He stood there.

The lad caught saw him, and cried out to his father, “See! father there is an ascetic, trembling with cold ! Call him here; he shall warm himself.”

On hearing this, the Bodhisatta took a firebrand, and scared away the monkey; and he leaped up, and ran away. The monkey never returned to that place any more.

The Bodhisatta cultivated the Faculties and he Attainments, and to the young ascetic he explained the process of the mystic trance ; and he too let the Faculties and the Attainments springs up within him. And both of them, without break in their ecstasy, became destined to Brahma’s world.