大慧普覺禪師語錄 7.21

7.21

Instructing the assembly, [the Master said]:
"Not speaking of Chan for a long time, white mold grew around my mouth.
The assembly pressed me hard, so I climbed onto the curved-wood chair.
Without discussing the Five Houses of our lineage, without citing the Records of the Transmission of the Lamp,
Barely opening these two flaps of skin, karmic causes invite meager blessings.
Śākyamuni is a dry piece of shit; Bodhidharma is an old stinking bald-head.
One crookedly speaks the straight, one straightly speaks the crooked.
Both being great heroes, would they willingly accept your idle chatter?
Cursing buddhas and slandering patriarchs, one is bound to enter the tongue-pulling hell;
To buddhas and patriarchs, a born adversary; to Māra the evil king, a true kin.
The mind-ground pitch-black, the mouth dripping with saliva—
Renunciants like this are certain to extinguish Gautama's clan.
On the morning of the thirtieth day of the twelfth month, great laughter instead becomes weeping."
He called to the great assembly and said, "Do you still recognize the old village rustic of Yunmen? I once heard that a single full meal makes one forget a hundred hungers; today this mountain monk in person is that very one." He gave a shout.