虛堂和尚語錄 1.20

1.20

Ascending the hall: 'When the sky clears, thatch the roof; seize the season and harvest the grain; having paid the imperial tax, belly drummed, sing songs.' The Master said: 'Dongshan can be said to have slept high without care; pity that he sat right here. Today Xingsheng also sets his hand to thatch the roof, but simply has not yet paid the official tax. Is there still any ground of meeting with the ancients?' Striking the staff: 'Pity that he sat right here.'