佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 5.33

5.33

"One, two, three, four, five, six—(Going around and beginning anew. Icicles drip from water. Why waste so much effort?)
The blue-eyed foreign monk cannot count them all. (Three lives and sixty kalpas. Bodhidharma never even dreamed of it. Why did the Ācārya knowingly commit the offense?)
At Shaolin, they vainly speak of handing it to Shenguang; (One person transmits a falsehood, ten thousand transmit it as fact. From the very beginning it has already gone wrong.)
Rolling up his robes, he again spoke of returning to India. (He deceived a whole boatload of people. No small amount of embarrassment.)
India is vast and boundless, with nowhere to seek him; (Where is he? Only then is it great peace. Where is he right now?)
Last night he returned to lodge facing Ru Peak!" (Piercing your eyes. This too is raising waves where there is no wind. And tell me, is it the Dharma-body or the Buddha-body? I give you thirty blows of the staff.)