Two monks traveled together down a muddy road in heavy rain.

They came upon a beautiful girl in a silk kimono, unable to cross.

“Come,” said Tanzan to the girl. He lifted her up and carried her over the mud.

Eido said nothing. But by nightfall, he could no longer restrain himself. “We monks do not touch women,” he told Tanzan. “Especially not young, beautiful ones! It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”

“I left the girl on the side of the road,” said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”