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如淨和尚語錄 1.119

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1.119

Ascending the hall at the Winter Solstice, [the Master said]: "Today the sun reaches its southern extreme; black beans sprout. Assembly, respectful greetings and joyous congratulations! The iron tree blossoms. How does it bear fruit? Dragons gallop, tigers rush; / Scattering soil, throwing sand."

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