虛堂和尚語錄 7.200

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妙處未形三寸舌，神眸一爍更無餘，季咸退舍許負死，
湖海識人方見渠。

The wondrous point is not formed on a three-inch tongue;
With one flash of divine gaze, nothing further remains.
Ji Xian retreats thirty miles, Xu Fu is dead;
Only one who knows people throughout the lakes and seas can see him.