‘One day the World Honored One ascended the seat. Manjusri struck the gavel and said, “Clearly observe the Dharma of the King of the Dharma; the Dharma of the King of the Dharma is thus.” The World Honored One then got down from the seat.’ (Case 1)
Hongzhi’s peerless poem on the case:
The unique breeze of reality – do you see?
Continuously creation runs her loom and shuttle.
Weaving the ancient brocade, incorporating the forms of spring,
But nothing can be done about Manjusri’s leaking.
Everything is as it is. What is there to say?