From Fables & Folk-Tales from an Eastern Forest, Collected and Translated by Walter Skeat, M.A., Illustrated by F. H. Townsend; Cambridge: At the University Press; 1901; pp. 36-37.
“If you try to get down that way, you’ll inevitably fall and kill yourself,” was the caution given by the Yellow-Robes, and they forthwith proceeded to spread out one of their Yellow Robes to catch him in, each of the four Priests holding it by one corner.
Father ‘Follow-my-nose’ however threw himself down without a moment’s warning, and the heads of the four Priests wee violently dashed together so that they all four immediately broke their own pates.
37Old Father Follow-my-nose himself, however, took no sort of harm, and so without turning aside he went on till he reached the hut of an aged crone dwelling on the outskirts of a village. Here he halted while the crone went out to pick up the bodies of the four Priests and bring them back with her to the hut. And presently an opium-eater passed, and the crone called out to him, “Hullo, Mr. Opium-Eater, if you’ll bury me this ‘Yellow-Robe’ here, I’ll give you a dollar.” To this the opium-eater agreed and took the body away to bury it. But when he came back for his money he found the second Priest’s body awaiting him, and said to himself “The fellow must have come to life again,” and took it away to bury it. Twice again this same thing happened, and so the bodies of all the four Priests were buried. But by the time the last was buried it was broad daylight, and the opium-eater was afraid to go back again for his money.
