如淨和尚語錄 2.27

2.27

Zheweng's posthumous letter arrived; he ascended the hall:
"On the eighteenth day of the eighth month, the Qiantang tide rises;
Zheweng's reputation towers sky-high.
Causing all the wave-taming hands of the four seas
to roll once through the bottom of the deepest abyss.
Re-examining and choosing, he did not shirk labor,
wishing to leap the Dragon Gate and carry on the phoenix lineage.
Suddenly, rolling up his scrolls, he returned to the source;
for ten thousand ages, at Caoxi the wind roars fiercely."