大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.34

12.34

Shouldering a solitary staff, with a pair of broken wooden clogs hung on its end,
gathering the opening of the cloth bag with all his might, no one knows what is inside.
Walking through the bustling market in dishevelled spirits, coarse and unruly, without any shame;
if I encounter him at the assembly of the Dragon Flower, I will surely strike out his front tooth.