When the lictors of the naraka saw him, they were about to subject him to their tortures; but he, frightened, begged them to allow him a moment in which to eat his midday meal.

Immediately after, there came in another man, whom they thrust into a mortar and pounded till a red froth overflowed.

As the bhikshu looked on, there came to him the thought of the impermanence, the painful suffering and insanity of this body, and how it is but as a bubble and as foam; and instantly he attained to Arhatship.
Immediately after, the lictors seized him, and threw him into a caldron of boiling water.

There was a look of joyful satisfaction, however, in the bhikshu's countenance.

The fire was extinguished, and the water became cold.