While a heavy rain was pouring, Tanzan and Ekido were travelling down a muddy road. Coming around a bend, they saw a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
“Come on, Girl,” said Tanzan at once.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido didn’t say a word; until that night when they reached a lodging temple, he could no longer restrain himself.
“We monks can’t be near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“I left the girl there,” said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”