虛堂和尚語錄 8.12

8.12

Informal gathering for entering the summer retreat: "The toothless old barbarian brought something without flavor across a hundred thousand miles, spreading it throughout the monasteries of the realm, causing each and every one not to look one another in the face, merely pushing through long periods and short periods. Suddenly bringing about an utter conclusion, they then kill the Buddha when seeing the Buddha, kill the patriarch when seeing the patriarch, and hearing of precepts, samādhi, and wisdom, they spit and revile without ceasing. Even though it is like this, does Yuwang have such a person this summer?" He struck his staff: "The tongue presses against the upper palate."