法演禪師語錄 2.63

2.63

Ascending the hall, a monk asked, "What is one's fundamental duty?" The Master said, "A tied tongue, without words." He then said, "Every day I get up, hold Linji's staff, blow Yunmen's tune, keep time with Zhaozhou's beat, shoulder Yangshan's hoe, drive Guishan's ox, and plow Baiyun's field. Over seven or eight years, a household has gradually been established. Furthermore, I ask you all: let each person lend a hand to support one another, singing the song of returning to the fields, passing the days with coarse broth and plain rice. Why so? 'Only may the silkworms and wheat ripen this year, / And I will give a copper coin to little Rāhula.'"