Tan-Zan2 and Eki-Do2 were travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.
Coming around a bend they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
"Come on, girl," said Tan-Zan at once.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Eki-Do did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tan-Zan, "and especially young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there," said Tan-Zan. "Are you still carrying her?"
Notes:
1. Tan-Zan
2. Eki-Do