謝雙桂破老人惠罏
Xie Shuanggui Broke the Old Man's Stove
大地為罏山作香，煙雲瑞氣日騰祥。箇中且道誰拈出，唯有吾師紫臂長。
The whole earth is an incense burner, the mountains the incense itself— Clouds of auspicious vapors rise each day in holy incense clouds. Who in this world could possibly lift and offer such a thing? Only my master, with his purple-robed arm extended long.