On another day there came to Mochuda a man troubled by the devil.
Mochuda cured him at once, driving the demons from him and the man went
his way thanking God and Mochuda.

Once, when the brethren were at work in the fields and in the kitchen,
Mochuda went to the mill to grind meal for the monk's use, and nine
robbers, who hated him, followed with the intention of murdering him.
The chief of the band sent each member of the gang to the mill in turn.
Not one of them however could enter the mill because of a violent flame
of fire which encircled the building round about, through the goodness
of God protecting Mochuda from the robbers. The latter, through the
mill door, watched Mochuda who slept portion of the time and was awake
another portion. And while he slept the mill stopped of itself, and
while he was awake it went of its own accord. The gang thereupon
returned to the chief and told him all they had seen, which, when he
heard, he became enraged. Then he hastened himself to the mill to kill
Mochuda. But he experienced the same things as all the others and he
was unable to hurt Mochuda. He returned to his followers and said to
them--"Let us stay here till he comes out of the mill, for we need not
fear that he will call help nor need we fear his arm." Shortly
afterwards Mochuda came out carrying his load. The robbers rushed on
him, but they were unable to do him any injury for as each man of them
tried to draw his weapon his hands became powerless, so he was unable to
use them. Mochuda requested them to allow him pass with his burden and
he promised them on his credit and his word that he should return to
them when he had deposited the sack in safety. They took his word and he
went, deposited his bag of meal in the kitchen, and returned meekly to
martyrdom. The brethren imagined he had gone to a quiet place for
prayer as was his custom. When he returned to the robbers they drew
their weapons several times to kill him but they were unable to do so.