虛堂和尚語錄 4.27

4.27

Without opening a mouth that scolds people, his compassion would be hard to see; / Without interrogating the patch-robed monks' sicknesses, his masterhood could not be shown. / Resembling him brings calamity to the gate; / Differing from him, Fenglin reproves him. / The painter's brush is practiced, yet knows not him; / White hair straggly—who is this? Du!