如淨和尚語錄 1.79

English (machine translation) 1.79

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1.79

Ascending the hall at Mid-Autumn: Clouds are boundless, rain is boundless; Mid-Autumn on this night, boundless and pitch-black. Is there any patch-robed monk? In such a true realm, all one gains is leaning against the balustrade.

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如淨和尚語錄 — Classical Chinese