Atop Halo Peak, there stood a Chan master, clad half in monk's robes and half in martial garb, Khakkhara staff…
Atop Halo Peak, there stood a Chan master, clad half in monk's robes and half in martial garb, Khakkhara staff in hand. His face beneath the mask was entirely unreadable; from afar, you only heard his voice, resonant as a temple bell, asking, "Young patron, do you wish to see my false form, my Dharma form, or my true form?"