萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 1.157

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The Master said: "Where have all the sages from of old gone?" This is much like missing it right to one's face. Deshan said, "What? What?" Deshan hid his body in the shadow grass and brought out the sun-glinting mirror. Formerly, seven wise women strolled in the Śītavana charnel ground. One woman said, "The corpse is here; where is the person?" Another woman said, "What? What?" The women looked at each other and all attained awakening, moving the king of the gods to scatter flowers in offering. Deshan used this dynamic to borrow a path in passing; you must definitely not understand it that way. Therefore it is said: "Even sparks from flint or a flash of lightning are too slow." How could Deshan not have known that the attendant would not let him off? Setting out bait to seek a dove; laying down capital to seek profit. In the end, [the attendant] could not escape his snare. If someone suddenly asks Wansong, "Where have they gone?", I would strike across their jaw and say, "Right here!" Directly causing the flying dragon and lame turtle to shrink their necks and bunch their hooves, and attendant and Deshan to lose their edge and tie their tongues. Do you still recognize the old fellow Deshan? In youth he resolved the battle of dragons and snakes; in his declining years he still listens to the singing of infants.