大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.52

12.52

Bowing at dawn beneath the quilts, departing or staying as swept by the wind;
addressing Minister Zhang by name, insulting Old Man Yuanzhao.
Two punches overturned Venerable Butuo;
turning back, a single sentence cursed the demonic monk to the ground.
Just look at these few moves, no need to ask him about Chan and the Way;
this is a golden-haired lion cub, while foxes and jackals bark in vain.