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法演禪師語錄 2.14

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2.14

Ascending the seat in the district town, he said: "White clouds escort me as I come out of the mountains; / Before my eyes the red dust cannot be brushed away. / Do not say there are no good things in the city: / Each dust particle, each kṣetra, each multi-storey pavilion."

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