大慧普覺禪師語錄 7.6

7.6

Addressing the assembly: "Ever since the barbarian chaos, for thirty years there has been no shortage of salt or soy sauce. For patch-robed monks with an eye atop the crown of their heads, how should they direct themselves upon arriving here? Yet the grievance has its head, and the debt has its master. Today Yunmen is wallowing in mud and water; placing another moxa cone on top of a cauterized scar, he wants to meet Master Mazu." Thereupon, drawing a line in front of himself with the fly-whisk, he said: "Do you see it? Tear down the eastern hedge to mend the western wall. Seeing with the eyes is intimate, but the hand cannot reach to grasp it. Śākyamuni and Maitreya exchange blows and beat their breasts; Mañjuśrī and Samantabhadra cry out injustice one after another." Giving a shout, he said: "No sooner has the horse-faced yakṣa bowed with folded hands than the ox-headed jailer raises his fist."