At one time a certain woman was wearing a newly woven woolen cloak. A lustful monk said to her, “Sister, is that thick hair yours?” She did not understand and said, “Yes, venerable, it’s a newly woven woolen cloak.” He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing suspension, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.”

At one time a certain woman was wearing a rough woolen cloak. A lustful monk said to her, “Sister, is that rough hair yours?” She did not understand and said, “Yes, venerable, it’s a rough woolen cloak.” He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing suspension, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.”

At one time a certain woman was wearing a fleecy upper robe. A lustful monk said to her, “Sister, is that long hair yours?” She did not understand and said, “Yes, venerable, it’s a fleecy upper robe.” He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing suspension, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.”

At one time a certain woman was returning after having had a field sown. A lustful monk said to her, “Have you sown, sister?” She did not understand and said, “Yes, venerable, but the furrow isn’t closed yet.” He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing suspension, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.”