CHIN TSUNG-MING was not a good young man. He was about thirty years old, and spent much of his time in the bawdy-house. He was a great fellow for wine and women. He had some younger novices of his own, very smart, good~looking boys, and spent the night with them. When Ch'en Ching-chi came, Tsung-ming saw how handsome he was, how white his teeth and how red his lips. He seemed so intelligent that he could make his eyes speak for him in place of his mouth. So he asked the young man to come and sleep in his room. In the evening they drank and, when Ching-chi was drunk, they went to bed together. At first, one had his head at one end of the bed and the other at the other end. But Chin Tsung-ming complained that Ching-chi's feet smelled, and asked him to come over the other way. Then he complained that Ching-chi's breath was bad, and asked him to turn his face around. Ching-chi pressed his back against the other monk's stomach and said nothing, feigning sleep. Then Chin Tsung-ming's penis became firm and erect like a spear. He smeared it with spittle and plunged in. When Ching-chi had been living among the beggars, two of his companions had misused his bottom and stretched it, so the monk's path was now easy. Ching-chi still said nothing. 'This fellow will fall into my hands', he thought. 'He doesn't know who I am and he can't do me much harm. I will let him have a taste and then I will get hold of his money.'