It is said that a long time ago, an agha (local landlord) lived in the village called Koyungöl, of the Ovacık district of Tunceli province, and there was a man named Munzur who did agha’s business. He was very talented and successful in speed. He would run to the every work, never interrupt the care and feeding of the oxen that he drove and the horses he worked with, and he would not cause any harm in his work. He is unmatched in loyalty and honesty, does not hurt any living thing, not fail in his service.
He did not forget to give the grass, feed and water of the horses he worked with, the oxen that he ran to the plow, and the sheep he milked; he applied the best care, never hurt the animals, he would lay soft straw under them so that they could be comfortable in the barn in the winter, complete their grooming, check whether it hurts their side when they lay on the ground, first he would lie down and look. He guarded them like his eyes.
Because of this attitude, his agha was very pleased with him. That year, the rains were plentiful, the soil was fertile, and the fields filled with grain. At the time of threshing, the barn was filled with wheat, gardens and orchards stood for fruit. The sheep have lambed in pairs. This yield and abundance made the Agha happy.
As a result, Munzur's agha decided to go on pilgrimage. Before he set off, he had Munzur summoned:
“Look son, I have reached my age. God has given me all I desire. Going on pilgrimage has become inevitable now. I will entrust the house, property, and children to you and leave. I fully trust you, do not leave my eyes behind, do not fail at your service, don't embarrass me." Then he went to his wife for goodbye, and said “ Hatun (my dear wife), separation is a kind of death, I may not be back. Forgive me. May you know the worth of Munzur, do not grieve”. He wished forgive from everyone, and set off on the road for Haj. At that time, there were no fast vehicles, pilgrimage journeys would take months. Then he passed through provinces and reached the holy lands.
Days passed, while the agha was on pilgrimage; called Munzur, the agha's wife, and cooked fresh halvah(a kind of sweat). Sighed and said “ah, I wish Agha was here now”. The kind-hearted Munzur who can't stand this longing; “Mother Hatun, you put my master’s share of that halva on plate. I'll give it to him.” Mother Hatun counted the suggestion as Munzur's naivety. She got sad, “I guess the halva I gave Munzur was not enough, probably he chose this way when he did not dare to ask more”. She put the remaining halva on the plate and gave it to his hand. “If you want, take it away” she said. Munzur lost his sight as soon as he snatched the container. He brought it to his lord who was praying while the halva was still hot. He put the halva bowl next to him and disappeared again without disturbing him. Agha saw Munzur, but until he looked back, Munzur was out of sight. The agha, who was astonished, thought it was a dream. However, the halva container was standing next to it. He opened the container and saw that the steam of the halva he loved was coming out. Deeply respected him. He made a heartfelt promise that he would tell everyone what he saw, on his return.
While the agha was thinking about these things, Munzur had already returned and knocked on his master's door after delivering the halvah to his landlord. When the Agha's wife saw Munzur in front of her: “What's wrong, Munzur? What's up?” Munzur answered: “Good luck, I delivered the halvah to my agha, He was praying, I delivered halva to him and came back, as you see now I’m here”. The lady did not believe to him. Even she thought Munzur was lying; she said “ You did well”.
The news comes that the agha has completed his pilgrimage and is on his way to his village. Neighbors all went to meet the pilgrim with a gift in their hands. Since Munzur has no other gifts to take, he took some milk in a bowl and goes to meet his landlord with it. Those who greet the agha were all competing to hug his hands.
Meanwhile, when the agha saw Munzur at the back, he pointed Munzur to those who kissed his hand and those next to him and said: “The real pilgrim is Munzur. If there is a hand to kiss, it is Munzur's hand. Let me kiss his hand first."
When Munzur heard these words, he embrassed and said:
“Oh, my lord, don't act, for God's sake, let me kiss your hand. It’s not fair, I’m your servant, how can you kiss my hand? I don't let you or anyone else kiss my hand”
Agha added: “Look every one, you see this plate, it is Munzur who brought me halvah with this dish, he is a saint”. Since the agha's wife had spread this story in the village before, they immediately understood the situation. When they heard the truth from the landlord, the crowd turns to Munzur. Since Munzur did not want his secret to be revealed, he started to run towards the mountain with a milk bowl in his hand. Munzur in front, the agha and his followers behind, a chase started. When they came to the first place of the current Munzur river, the bowl full of milk in Munzur's hand spilled and a milky white water gushed out from where the milk was poured.
After that, Munzur took another forty steps. A spring gushed out with every step he took. And a river was formed from these gushing waters. Those running after Munzur tried to come to the edge of this river and cross over to catch up with Munzur, but they could not get to the other side. Munzur said, "My God, do not reveal my secret, take me with you by raising your hands to the sky”.
Finally, he came to a rock at the foot of the mountain. He threw the bowl on the ground with his stick and disappeared before the eyes of those waiting by the river. Only the shepherd's staff and the empty milk bowl remained.