One night the Puri had a dream, in which Gopal spoke to him, "I burn, I burn! Rub me with sandal wood from the Blue Mountain, and from nowhere else, and then shall I be cooled. Go there quickly." The Puri, inspired by devotion, travelled to the eastern country to do the Lord's behest, appointing others to carry on the service. At Shantipur he visited Adwaita Acharya, who was moved by his devotion to get himself initiated by him and became his disciple. Thence the Puri proceeded south [i.e., to Orissa], and at Remuna saw the Gopinath, whose beauty threw him into ecstasy. After singing and dancing he sat down in the vestibule and asked the (attendant) Brahman about the different dishes served to the god. The splendour of the service made him infer that the _bhog_ was excellent. So he resolved to inquire into the character of the _bhog_ and appoint it for his Gopal too. The Brahman described to him how twelve earthen pots full of _kshir_, called _amrita-keli_ (the cream of nectar) famous and unmatched in the world, were offered to the god every evening. Just then that _bhog_ was presented. The Puri only thought, "If I can get a little of the _kshir prasád_ unasked, I may learn its taste for the purpose of establishing it as my Gopa's _bhog_." But the longing shamed him and he prayed to Vishnu. Then the _bhog_ was removed and the _árati_ was celebrated. The Puri bowed and went out without saying a word. He was passionless, indifferent to the world, vowed not to ask for anything. If he got anything unasked he ate it, otherwise he fasted; the nectar of love was enough for him, he felt not hunger or thirst. That he had coveted the _kshir_ struck him as a sin. So he sat down in the deserted square of the village-market singing hymns. In the meantime the priest laid the image to sleep, finished his duties, and went to bed, where he had a dream. The god came and told him, "Up, priest, and open my door. I have kept a pot of _kshir_ for the hermit. You will find it concealed under the skirt of my lower garment. You all did not notice it under my illusion. Take the _kshir_ quickly to Madhav Puri who is sitting in the market place." The priest arose, bathed, opened the shrine, and found the _kshir_ under the lappet of the god's _dhoti_. He washed the spot and went into the village with the pot of _kshir_ and walked through the market crying, "Take this _kshir_, whosoever is named Madhav Puri! For your sake Gopinath had concealed this _kshir_. Take it and eat it, Puri, thou luckiest man in the three worlds." At this the Puri disclosed himself. The priest gave him the _kshir_, bowed, and told the whole story, to the rapture of the Puri. The attendant priest marvelled at his devotion and said, "It is only fitting that Krishna should be obedient to him."