虛堂和尚語錄 6.402

6.402

颺下手中鍬子，從教田地荒蕪，托起無底鉢盂，
直取上方香積，眾既飽德，高臥雲林，丙丁童子暗催煎，
箇裡要尋條活路，非活路，霜空　月墮猿啼處。

Throw down the shovel in your hands, allowing the fields to lie fallow; / Hold up the bottomless bowl, reaching straight to the fragrance-accumulating realms above. / Once the assembly is sated with virtue, recline high in the cloudy forest. / The boy Bingding secretly presses the boiling; right here one must look for a living road. / It is not a living road: in the frosted sky, the moon sinks where apes cry.