Then Zhang Ye said, “Today, I’ll give you another gatha.” Saying that, Zhang Ye looked towards each and everyone of those monks, “The body is a Bodhi tree? The mind is a mirror bright? Never stop dusting and wiping? Lest dust alight?” Zhang Ye’s eyes narrowed. He retorted every word of the abbot. Every word was a strike in the monks’ hearts. With every line, the expressions on the monks changed once!
“By origin, there is no Bodhi tree!”
“Nor is there a mirror bright!”
“Originally there is not a single thing!”
All the monks turned silent!
Zhang Ye smiled and asked the monks, “Where does dust alight?”