Two monks were traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around a bend, they saw a lovely woman in a silk kimono, unable to go further because of a puddle that blocked her way.
“Come on, girl,” said the older monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the water.
The younger monk was shocked by his behavior, but did not speak until later that evening. Finally, he could no longer restrain himself. “Buddhist monks don’t touch females,” he told the senior monk, angrily, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“But I put the girl down right away,” said the older monk. “Why are you still carrying her?”
Source: 101 Zen Stories