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The Intention of Patriarch Bodhidharma's Coming from the West

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The Snow that Falls from the Sky Turns Red;
He Presents It to the Patriarch

He cut off his arm. What happened then? Well, blood gushed out of the wound, dyeing the snow red. A lot of blood flowed and he mixed the blood with the snow, dyeing the originally white snow red. Dharma Master Shen Guang took something, perhaps a bamboo basket, scooped up a basketful of red snow, and said, "Patriarch, please take a look: now the snow is red."

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