鎮州臨濟慧照禪師語錄 1.19

1.19

黃檗山頭曾遭痛棒，大愚肋下方解築拳。饒舌老婆、尿床鬼子，這風顛漢再捋虎鬚。巖谷栽松，後人標榜，钁頭斸地，幾被活埋。肯箇後生，驀口自摑，辭焚机案，坐斷舌頭。不是河南，便歸河北，院臨古渡，運濟往來。把定要津，壁立萬仞，奪人奪境，陶鑄仙陀。三要三玄，鈐鎚衲子，常在家舍，不離途中。無位真人，面門出入，兩堂齊喝，賓主歷然。照用同時，本無前後，菱花對像，虛谷傳聲。妙應無方，不留朕跡，拂衣南邁，戾止大名。興化師承，東堂迎侍，銅瓶鐵鉢，掩室杜詞，松老雲閑，曠然自適。面壁未幾，密付將終，正法誰傳？瞎驢邊滅。圓覺老演，今為流通，點撿將來，故無差舛，唯餘一喝，尚要商量，具眼禪流，冀無賺舉。宣和庚子中秋日謹序。

At the summit of Mount Huangbo he suffered painful sticks; beneath the ribs of Dayu he first learned to strike with his fist. That talkative old woman and bed-wetting imp—this mad fellow stroking the tiger's whiskers once again! Planting pines in the craggy valley, he set an example for later people; digging the ground with a mattock, he was nearly buried alive. Approving that junior, he slapped his own mouth; bidding farewell to burning the desk, he cut off the tongue. If not south of the Yellow River, then returning north of it, the courtyard faced an ancient crossing, ferrying people to and fro. Holding firm the vital ford, standing sheer at ten thousand cubits, snatching away the person and snatching away the environment, he forged and molded the fine steed. With the three essentials and three mysteries, tongs and hammer for patch-robed monks, always in the home yet never leaving the path. The true person without rank coming and going through the facial gates; both halls shouting in unison, guest and host clearly distinct. Illumination and function occur simultaneously, fundamentally without before and after, like a water-chestnut mirror facing an image or an empty valley echoing sound. Responding wondrously without fixed direction, leaving no trace behind, shaking his sleeves he marched south and arrived at Daming. Xinghua received his lineage, welcoming and attending him in the eastern hall; with bronze pitcher and iron bowl, closing his room and cutting off speech, old pines and idle clouds, he was vast and self-possessed. Not long after facing the wall, the secret entrustment neared its end: to whom was the true Dharma transmitted? Extinguished beside that blind donkey. Old Yan of Yuanjue now circulates it; checking it over, there are no errors, only that one shout remains to be discussed. May chan followers with the eye not cite it in vain. Respectfully prefaced on the Mid-Autumn Day of the year Gengzi of the Xuanhe era.