Mazu, turning to his pupil: "What was that sound?"
Baizhang (innocently): "It was the cry of wild geese."
Mazu, after pausing: "Where have they gone?"
Baizhang: "They have flown away."
This was an unacceptably drab, straightforward answer for a Zen man, and in disgust Mazu whirled, grabbed Huaihai's nose, and twisted it until his disciple cried out in panic.
Mazu: "So you thought they had flown away. Yet they were here all the time.''
Baizhang (innocently): "It was the cry of wild geese."
Mazu, after pausing: "Where have they gone?"
Baizhang: "They have flown away."
This was an unacceptably drab, straightforward answer for a Zen man, and in disgust Mazu whirled, grabbed Huaihai's nose, and twisted it until his disciple cried out in panic.
Mazu: "So you thought they had flown away. Yet they were here all the time.''
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