The old monk and the young monk traveled together and met a river on the way; I saw a woman trying to cross the river, but she didn't dare. The old monk took the initiative to carry the woman across the river, then put the woman down and continued on his way with the young monk.

The young monk couldn't help asking in a low voice all the way: What happened to Master? How dare you cross the river with a woman on your back? After walking all the way and thinking all the way, I finally couldn't help but say, master, are you breaking the rules? Why are you taking a woman? The old monk sighed: I have put it down, but you still can't put it down!

The old monk and the young monk traveled together and met a river on the way; I saw a woman trying to cross the river, but she didn't dare. The old monk took the initiative to carry the woman across the river, then put the woman down and continued on his way with the young monk.

The young monk couldn't help muttering all the way: Did Master carry this woman across the river again? Walking all the way, thinking all the way, finally refraining from asking. The young monk said, you put it down, so did I. The old monk sighed. Since you put it down, why say it?