如淨和尚語錄 2.34

2.34

Ascending the hall: "The frosty wind howls bleak and chill;
frost-bitten leaves fall whistling down."
Holding up his whisk, he said: "Look!
Only Linglong Cliff
towers lofty, gazing ever higher.
The so-called dead stock of Tiantong
is peddled on a short venture today.
Is there anyone who will bid a price?"
He stepped down from his seat and inspected the hall.