先生曰：「诸公在此，务要立个必为圣人之心。时时刻刻，须是一棒一条痕、一掴一拳血，方能听吾说话，句句得力。若茫茫荡荡度日，譬如一块死肉，打也不知得痛痒；恐终不济事，回家只寻得旧时伎俩而已，岂不惜哉？」
先生说：「诸位在这里，务必要立一个必为圣人之心。时时刻刻须是一棒一条痕、一掴一拳血，才能听我说话句句得力。若茫茫荡荡度日，就像一块死肉，打也不知痛痒，恐怕终究不济事；回家只寻得旧时那套老把戏而已，岂不可惜？」
The Master said: 'Being here, you must set up the heart resolved on sagehood. Hour upon hour, one stroke of the staff one welt, one box on the ear one drop of blood — only so is every sentence of mine strength to you. Drifting loose through the days, like a dead lump of flesh that feels no stroke — in the end nothing comes of it; home again with nothing but your old tricks. Is that not pity?'