Arkhangai province Tsetserleg sum Muhar Hujirt spring. This is how the legend of this magical holy water is told.
Once upon a time, a poor woman lived with her daughter in this place with hot springs. The girl has heavy feet. Urin’s daughter gave birth one morning.
Two local young men on their horses saw a rainbow shining on the number of the old woman’s house.
That night, outside of them, Dalai Choinkhor, a motley vulture swooped down from the cape.
The calf was not even put in the pot or drum because its mother died. The water flowed everywhere.
Exclaiming what a virtuous son he is, he slapped his infant daughter in the mouth and buried his nephew’s mother under the mound of his right side.
Three days later, a spring flowed from the place where the boy fell. The owner of the vne came, but the token left the vne with joy and went back.
This place was called Muhar Hujirt because of their blind search. The spring that gushes out is this spring.
He is the gift of Luvsanperenley to Zaya gang. It was 1642.
Such a sweet conversation between a legend and a legend has been going on until today.