In old times， it was customary for Monks， who is traveling and seeking for lodge to stay， to engage①himself in dharma② combat with③ head monk at Zen monastery. If he won battle， then he could stay els
In old times， it was customary for Monks， who is traveling and seeking for lodge to stay， to engage①himself in dharma② combat with③ head monk at Zen monastery. If he won battle， then he could stay else he would have to seek quarters elsewhere.
Once a traveling monk stopped at a monastery④. Master at monastery assigned his attendant to⑤engage in silent debate combat with traveling monk. By chance the attendant who was to combat with the wayfarer⑥ had only one eye.
They both were sent for combat. Soon the wayfarer returned to master saying， "Your man is too good. I must journey on."
Wayfarer then told master about the combat. He said ， "I held up⑦ one fi nger to symbolize Buddha， but he held up two fi ngers for Buddha⑧ and Dharma. So I held up three fi ngers for Buddha， Dharma and Sangha⑨ but then he made a fi st to indicate that they were all one. So I ran to indicate that I am no match for⑩ him."
After saying this wayfarer left. When the traveler left， master’s attendant arrived. He was angry and out of breath . He demanded to his master，"Where is that rascal ？"
He continued， "Master， first he insulted me by holding up one finger to indicate I had only one eye. Still being polite， I held up two fingers to indicate that he was blessed with two eyes， but still that traveler kept going on and held up three fi ngers to indicate that together there were only three eyes among them. So I wanted to hit him hard and made a fi st but he ran off. Where is he hiding？"
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