虛堂和尚語錄 10.124

10.124

萬乘垂衣立問端，國師答處太瞞頇，誰知十月清霜重，一陣風來一陣寒。

Ruler of ten thousand chariots letting his robes hang down raises the question; / The National Teacher's answer was utterly muddled. / Who knew that in the tenth month the clear frost is heavy? / With every gust of wind comes a bout of cold.