Tanzan and a fellow monk, Ekido, were once traveling after a recent heavy rainfall, when they came upon a young woman in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the muddy intersection. Without hesitation, Tanzan told the girl that he could help her. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her over the mud.
The rest of that day, Ekido did not say a thing. But when they stopped for the night at a local temple, he could restrain himself no longer. “We monks don’t go near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“I left the girl there,” Tanzan told him. “Why are you still carrying her?”