鎮州臨濟慧照禪師語錄 1.12

1.12

I venture that though Mount Huangbo was high, he dared directly to stroke the tiger's whiskers; though the bank of the Hutuo was distant, he could steer a boat along with the current. Having revealed his poisonous claws and fangs, he still displayed compassionate means: a slap across the cheek saved the trouble of catching on teeth and sticking to lips; three blows to the ribs truly poured out heart and guts. With the three mysteries in hand and the seven items about his person, if touched he shattered rocks and collapsed cliffs; if deliberated he struck like crashing thunder and flashing lightning. His house style was solitary and steep, its inner chambers vast and profound; one could only gaze at the precipice, not approach it.