汾陽無德禪師語錄 1.9

1.9

Fenyang pushed open the door and rose up for the venerable Cong, whereupon the way of Jibei flourished. Rousing himself, he turned back and yawned, startling [...] superiority; this was the Lion of Xihe. His bequeathed words circulate in the world: those who look upon them are no different from drinking hemlock—those who ingest it will surely die. The old printing blocks having worn away, the world was just rejoicing that its poison had subsided, when Head Monk Mushi Cong carved and renewed them again, spreading the poison all the more intensely. Sighing from now onward, who knows how many people, drinking it, will be poisoned, and being poisoned, will be driven to certain death? Respectfully written by Bhikṣu Ruzhi, Abbot of Benjue in Hecheng.