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如淨和尚語錄 2.110

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2.110

Beating to death the flowering quince of Xuanzhou; / Bursting open the old man Mukda of Yuezhou. / Blood dripping in drops, a wind-whirled sword-wheel; / Murky and pitch-black, a sin filling heaven. / Yi! / Painting this thief's head— / Who could endure it three thousand li away? / One's face grows hot, and sweat bursts forth.

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