Now it is long ago. There was a young samurai with no parents and no master, no wife and no children, all alone. Unable to make any kind of living, he went into retreat at Hasedera, saying, "Kannon, help me," and lay face down praying, "If I am to die like this with nothing to eat, I will die here. Until you show me something, I will not leave."
At dawn on the twenty-first day, he dreamed that a monk came out from behind the altar curtain and told him, "When you leave the temple, do not throw away the first thing your hand touches; take it with you." As he went out the great gate he tripped and fell, and when he got up, he was holding a single straw.
As he walked along holding the straw, a horsefly buzzed around his face, so he caught it and tied it to the tip of the straw. A child in the carriage of a noblewoman who had come to worship at Hasedera wanted it, so he gave it, and she gave him three large oranges in thanks.
Further on, a noblewoman traveling on foot was so thirsty she was about to collapse, so he offered her the oranges, and she gave him three bolts of fine cloth in thanks. Next he came upon a fine horse that had suddenly fallen dead, its owner at a loss, and traded one bolt of cloth for the horse. He prayed to Kannon, and the horse came back to life.
On the way to the capital, near Kujo, the master of a house about to set off on a journey wanted a horse, so in exchange for the horse the man was given charge of the man's fields and house. The master never came back, so the man became master of the house; the fields gave much rice, and he grew rich. It is told that this was the blessing of the Kannon of Hase.