虛堂和尚語錄 8.46

8.46

Ascending the hall: "Striking one and knocking down two; throughout boundless lands, gathered into a single hair and released, taking up two and three; standing on one foot atop a ten-thousand-fathom peak. Where words cannot reach, piercing through the demon king's nostrils; before food reaches the mouth, choking off the patch-robed monk's throat. The lanterns and bare pillars secretly knit their brows; the wooden horse and stone man run upside down. Since there is such wondrous function, such extraordinary wonder, then King Aśoka's gate has not fallen into desolation. Why?" Striking with his whisk, he said: "Let future descendants cease their idle thoughts; the partridge does not call for the spring breeze."