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A monk asked, "Who is the Immovable Honored One?" The Master said, "Wearing only a cotton robe, walking through the market." \[The monk\] said, "This student does not yet understand." The Master said, "Riding a donkey and trampling through the waves of Dongting." \[The monk\] said, "Having penetrated the three-tiered waves, I listen intently for a single clap of thunder." The Master said, "Stretching out the hand, one cannot see the palm." \[The monk\] said, "Do you still permit this student to advance?" The Master said, "Stamping on the ground and reporting to empty space." \[The monk\] said, "Under the Thunder Gate, a cloth drum is hard to sound." The Master said, "Upon an eight-flowered ball, there is no need to embroider red banners." \[The monk\] said, "Thirty years from now, these words will circulate widely." The Master struck him. \[A monk\] asked, "How is it before the lotus flower has emerged from the water?" The Master said, "Threading a needle, one resents that the eye is small." \[The monk\] said, "How is it after it emerges from the water?" The Master said, "All day long, knitting one's furrowed brows." \[A monk\] asked, "How is it when a single particle of dust enters proper absorption?" The Master said, "A snake holds an old mouse's tail in its mouth." \[The monk\] said, "How is it when one arises in samādhi from all particles of dust?" The Master said, "A turtle bites the fishing rod." \[The monk\] said, "In that case, east and west are not distinguished, north and south are not separated." The Master said, "In front of the hall, a bowl of night-illuminating lamp; outside the blinds, several stalks of green, slender bamboo." \[A monk\] asked, "How was it before the buddhas appeared in the world?" The Master said, "Not recognizing the tavern banner." \[The monk\] said, "How was it after they appeared in the world?" The Master said, "On the fishing boat, gifted three mallet-blows." \[A monk\] asked, "What is Buddha?" The Master said, "Keeping a mustache signifies a real man." \[A monk\] asked, "Passing a blade across a rushing torrent, swift flames overtaking the wind—I wonder if at Jiangshan's gate borrowing is still permitted?" The Master said, "The weather is cold, the days short, and the nights even longer." \[The monk\] said, "Mandarin ducks embroidered on brocade curtains—travelers rarely get to see them." The Master said, "Inside the skull, the breath rushes to the heavens." The monk called out, "Upādhyāya!" The Master said, "Head of a chicken, tail of a phoenix." \[The monk\] said, "The other quarters wash in the mud; Jiangshan paints it out." The Master said, "Today Jiangshan acts as the guest; I only hope you, ācārya, transmit it well. Even though it is so, you must not be let off!" and struck him. Ascending the hall, \[the Master said,\] "Passing through the clouds without crossing the water; crossing the water without passing through the clouds. Heaven and earth: grasped firmly or not grasped firmly? Empty space: allowed to pass or not allowed to pass? Transverse three and vertical four, suddenly separating, suddenly joining, making up for the short with the long—let us not speak of that. But as for the single phrase 'The rice you all eat is made from grain'—it is indeed hard to utter!" After a pause, he said, "Private business cannot be repaid with official funds." Ascending the hall, \[the Master said,\] "It is not a matter of being able to speak or unable to speak; the various quarters all regard it as extraordinary. Hanshan tends the fire, his head covered in ashes, laughing and reviling Fenggan: 'This old thief!'" > — English (machine translation) (machine translation) - [Previous: 7.24](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.24) - [Next: 7.26](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.26) - [Up: 7](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7) ## Translations (1) - [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077~en-mt.7.25) — English, machine translation --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.25](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.25) · Pramāṇa