A soldier was escorting a monk to the province. He had a forgetful nature, and as he set off, he kept repeating to himself: “Here’s my bundle, here’s my umbrella, here’s my whip, here’s the monk, here’s me. Here’s my bundle, here’s my umbrella…”
Seeing this, the monk tricked the soldier into a tavern, bought him some liquor and dog meat for a hearty feast, and then shaved his head with a razor, removing the shackles and putting them around the soldier’s neck instead. After that, he slipped away. When the soldier woke up, he checked everything again, muttering to himself: “Here’s my bundle, here’s my umbrella, (feeling his pocket) here’s my whip, (feeling his shoulder) here’s the shackle.” Suddenly, he shouted:
– Where has the monk gone?
In a panic, he rubbed his head and, feeling his bald scalp, joyfully exclaimed:
– Ah, here’s the monk!
Suddenly, as if recalling something, he lamented:
– How strange! Where have I gone that I can’t see myself?
