如淨和尚語錄 1.31

1.31

Ascending the hall during an autumn drought: "A single leaf falls, bare and desolate; all under heaven is autumn, parched and peeling. Assembly, if you still sit here, you are all fellows dying of thirst. Tell me, how will you seek a way of life? Qingliang has an expedient." He struck the staff once: "A clap of thunder, a torrential downpour! Laughingly watching the black vine climb backward up the tree."