法演禪師語錄 2.32

2.32

Ascending the hall, he said: "Speaking of Buddha, speaking of Dharma, picking up the mallet, raising the fly-whisk—white clouds for ten thousand miles. Deshan striking with his staff as soon as one enters the gate, Linji shouting as soon as one enters the gate—white clouds for ten thousand miles. Then, 'being like this' will not do, 'not being like this' will not do, 'both being like this and not being like this' completely will not do—even then, white clouds for ten thousand miles. Suppose someone suddenly comes forth and says, 'Elder, your speaking like this is also white clouds for ten thousand miles.' Such talk is called a dwarf watching a play, following others up and down; thirty years from now, it will be a good laugh. And tell me, what laugh is it laughing? White clouds for ten thousand miles."