虛堂和尚語錄 8.103

8.103

The master then said, "Barbarian words and Chinese speech—in translation the truth is lost; this land and the Western Heaven mutually bewitch each other. Every year on the fifteenth day of the fourth month, stepping forward, stepping back, not daring to transgress the regulations or breach the rules—looking closely into it, cold sweat falls like rain. Even if you could raise your head, mulberry fields would have already turned into seas. Under the gate of Jingci, defaming the Buddha, reviling the Dharma, not entering the count of the assembly—still not even half can be saved; how much less the green mountains and emerald waters, which are entirely the peaceful dwelling, or the blossoming flowers and singing birds, which are nothing other than the confinement of feet! Tonight the mountain monk will grit his teeth and open a single thread of a way." He struck the staff.