虛堂和尚語錄 8.111

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8.111

Ascending the hall to thank the harvest supervisor: "The blade of the sickle that reaps grain has not yet revealed its sharp edge, yet how many ancestral masters beg for their lives? Scales, rulers, bushels, and pecks—the weights and measures are in hand, and the mind's mechanism makes not the slightest error in drams and ounces. If you want to know how both places achieved their results, they blocked up the patch-robed monks' empty bellies. After they are blocked up, how is it?" He struck the staff: "Linji slaps Huangbo."

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虛堂和尚語錄 — Classical Chinese