Once a king fell seriously ill. Amulets, sorcerers, doctors, Kabirajs have all been done but the disease has not been cured. The childless king spends his time sitting quietly all day. One day Kotwal came and said to the king- Your Excellency Raja, the symptoms are not going well, it seems that it is time for you to leave. Instead, you should worship with one mind for the satisfaction of the Creator, excluding medical treatment. Spend the rest of the day in comfort. The king said, Well. The minister came to the king's house. Kurnish curved his lips and said, Rajamshai! How sick the state is to hear of your illness. Happiness is going away from the minds of the people. Who will rule the kingdom now? Tenants say how long? Rajamshai is not a prescription? As soon as you get a little hint about this, the king said, well. Then came the commander. He said to the king without any hesitation, "O sorry king, if you are so sick and exhausted, how will the kingdom go?" Every effort has been made for your recovery. I don't see any signs that you will recover. The minds of the people are being broken day by day. Unrest and chaos may break out in the state at any time. Later it will be difficult to handle the people. You are dead from the living. The name of the new king needs to be announced for the welfare of the state. We can move forward only if you agree. The king said, Well. The house fell on drums. The trumpet sounded, the conch sounded.