大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.150

12.150

慧空抓著吾痒處，吾甞劄著伊痛處，痛處痒，痒處痛，不與千聖同途，豈與衲僧共用。莫言掃帚竹裏無錢筒，蒿枝叢林無梁棟，雖然家醜不可外揚，也要諸方眼目定動。而今各自不得已，一任畫出這般不唧𠺕底老凍[鼻*(梟-木+瓜)]。但將懸向壁角落頭，使來者瞻之仰之，晝夜六時燒兜樓婆畢力迦沈水栴檀之香，作七代祖翁之供。

Huikong scratched my itch; I once pricked his sore spot. Sore spots itch, itchy spots ache; not walking the same path with the thousand sages, how could he share use with patch-robed monks? Do not say that inside broom-bamboo there are no coin tubes, or that in an artemisia grove there are no beams and pillars. Although domestic shame must not be aired outside, it must also make the eyes of all quarters fixed and shaken. Now each has no choice: let him paint this kind of incompetent, frozen snotty-nosed fellow. Just hang it in the corner of the wall to let comers gaze up and revere it, burning incense of turuṣka, priyaṅgu, aloeswood, and sandalwood during the six periods of day and night, making an offering to the ancestors of seven generations.