虛堂和尚語錄 2.101

2.101

上堂，僧問：「結夏已半月，衲僧家牙如劍樹、口似血盆，還透得虛堂一句子也無？」師云：「老僧不曾殺生害命。」僧云：「和尚太殺慈悲。」師云：「墦間易飢飽。」僧云：「有一人常在途中，不離家舍，有一人常在家舍，不離途中。且道，那一人合受人天供養？」師云：「水也消他一滴不得。」僧云：「因甚如此？」師云：「蓋他在布袋裡輥毬。」僧禮拜。

Ascending the hall, a monk asked: "Half a month has already passed since entering the summer retreat. Patch-robed monks have teeth like a forest of swords and mouths like basins of blood; have they penetrated a single phrase of Xutang's or not?" The master said: "This old monk has never killed living beings or harmed life." The monk said: "The upādhyāya is excessively compassionate." The master said: "Among the graves, hunger and fullness come easily." The monk said: "'One person is constantly on the road, not leaving home; one person is constantly at home, not leaving the road.' Tell me: which person is fit to receive the offerings of humans and devas?" The master said: "Even a single drop of water he cannot digest." The monk said: "Why is that so?" The master said: "Because he is rolling a ball inside a cloth bag." The monk bowed.