法演禪師語錄 1.10

1.10

Ascending the hall, a monk asked: "Simian has no gates, the mountain peaks are graceful; how do you distinguish the season within it?" The Master said: "The God of Spring must be careful; sprouts burst forth all over the ground." The student said: "Spring departs and autumn arrives—the matter is clearly so." The Master said: "You have just rolled a clay pellet, and already you want to knead a vajra." He then cited: "An ancient said: 'If I speak to you, it will bald my tongue; if I do not speak to you, it will mute my mouth.' Tell me, is there still a place to help people? Simian at times intends to swallow it down for you, but is only obstructed by the front teeth; he intends to spit it out for you, but the throat is too small. Tell me, is there still a place to help people?" He then said: "Simian has always been like Liuxia Hui."