Once upon a time an elder monk and a young novice monk were travelling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river.
There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn’t cross the river.
The senior monk offered to carry her across the river on his back to which the lady accepted.
The young monk was shocked by the move of the elder monk and was thinking, “How can the elder brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?” But he kept quiet.
The senior monk carried the lady across the river and the novice monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the senior monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her.
All along the way for several miles, the young monk was very unhappy with the act of the elder monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about the elder monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet. And the elder monk had no inclination to explain his situation.
Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the young monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the senior monk.
“How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty? All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite.”
The elder monk looked surprised and said, “I had put down the lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?”