雲門匡真禪師廣錄 1.17

1.17

上堂云：「一言纔舉，千差同轍，該括微塵猶是化門之說，若是衲僧合作麼生？若將祖意佛意這裏商量，曹溪一路平沈。還有人道得麼？道得底出來。」時有僧問：「如何是超佛越祖之談？」師云：「餬餅。」進云：「這箇有什麼交涉？」師云：「酌然有什麼交涉？」師乃云：「爾勿可作了，見人道著祖師意，便問超佛越祖之談，道理爾且喚什麼作佛？喚什麼作祖？即說超佛越祖之談，便問箇出三界。爾把將三界來，有什麼見聞覺知隔礙著爾？有甚聲色法與汝可了？了箇什麼椀，以那箇為差殊之見，他古聖勿柰爾何。橫身為物，道箇舉體全真、物物覿體不可得，我向汝道直下有什麼事，早是相埋沒了也。爾若實未得箇入頭處，且中私獨自參詳，除却著衣喫飯屙屎送尿，更有什麼事？無端起得如許多般妄想作什麼？更有一般底，如等閑相似，聚頭舉得箇古人話，識性記持妄想卜度，道我會佛法了也，秖管說葛藤取性過日，更嫌不稱意，千鄉萬里拋却父母師資，作這去就。這箇打野榸漢，有什麼死急行脚去。」以拄杖便趁下。問：「父母不聽不得出家，如何得出家？」師云：「淺。」進云：「學人不會。」師云：「深。」問：「從上來事，請師提綱？」師云：「朝看東南，暮看西北。」進云：「便與麼會時如何？」師云：「東家點燈，西家暗坐。」問：「當今一句，請師道？」師云：「放爾一線道，還我一句來。」問：「不涉廉纖，請師道？」師云：「一怕汝不問，二怕汝不舉，三到老僧勃跳，四到爾退後，速道速道。」僧便禮拜，師便打。問：「萬機喪盡時如何？」師云：「與我拈佛殿來，與汝商量。」進云：「豈干他事？」師咄云：「這掠虛漢。」問：「目前蕩盡時如何？」師云：「熱發作麼？」其僧禮拜而退。師云：「且來且來。」僧近前，師便棒云：「這掠虛漢諕（呼訝切）我。」問：「如何是法王主？」師云：「叉手著。」問：「盲龜值浮木孔時如何？」師云：「老僧叉手去也。」

Ascending the hall, he said: "The moment a single word is raised, a thousand differences take the same track; encompassing minute dust motes is still the talk of teaching gates. If one is a patch-robed monk, what should one do? If one deliberates here about the intention of the Patriarch or the intention of the Buddha, the single road of Caoxi sinks away flat. Is there still anyone who can speak? One who can speak, come forward!"

Then a monk asked: "What is the talk that transcends the Buddhas and surpasses the Patriarchs?"
The Master said: "Sesame cake."
He advanced and asked: "What connection does this have?"
The Master said: "Indeed, what connection does it have?"

The Master then said: "You must not act [blindly]. Seeing someone speak of the Patriarch's intention, you immediately ask about talk that transcends the Buddhas and surpasses the Patriarchs. In principle, what do you call 'Buddha'? What do you call 'Patriarch'? Speaking of talk that transcends the Buddhas and surpasses the Patriarchs, you immediately ask about leaving the three realms. Bring the three realms here! What seeing, hearing, awareness, or knowing obstructs you? What phenomena of sound and form are there for you to resolve? What bowl do you resolve? Taking that as disparate views, those ancient sages can do nothing with you. Throwing the body out for the sake of things, they say that the entire substance is completely real, and that thing by thing, face to face, nothing can be attained. When I tell you that right here there is nothing at all, that is already burying you away. If you truly have not attained an entry point, then privately investigate by yourselves in secret. Aside from putting on clothes, eating food, defecating, and urinating, what else is there? Why needlessly give rise to so many kinds of false thinking? Furthermore, there is another type who, as if it were a matter of course, gather together and cite the words of an ancient, using their conscious nature to memorize and their false thinking to calculate, saying: 'I understand the Buddhadharma!' They do nothing but engage in entanglement to while away the days, and what is more, they complain that things are not to their liking, abandoning their parents, teachers, and companions over thousands of miles to act like this. Such stump-whacking rascals—what deadly hurry is there to go on pilgrimage?" With his staff he then drove them down.

A monk asked: "If one's parents do not permit it, one cannot leave home. How does one leave home?"
The Master said: "Shallow."
He advanced and asked: "The student does not understand."
The Master said: "Deep."

He asked: "Regarding the matter from of old, please, Master, present the guideline."
The Master said: "In the morning looking southeast; in the evening looking northwest."
He advanced and asked: "What about when understanding it just like this?"
The Master said: "The eastern house lights a lamp; the western house sits in the dark."

He asked: "Please, Master, speak a phrase for the present!"
The Master said: "I let you have a thread of a path; return a phrase to me!"

He asked: "Without touching upon subtle trifles, please, Master, speak!"
The Master said: "First, I fear you will not ask; second, I fear you will not raise it; third, it comes to the old monk hopping madly; fourth, it comes to you stepping back. Speak quickly! Speak quickly!"
The monk then bowed; the Master then struck him.

He asked: "What about when the myriad functions are completely wiped out?"
The Master said: "Bring the Buddha hall to me, and I will deliberate with you."
He advanced and asked: "How does that concern other matters?"
The Master scolded him: "This phantom-snatching rascal!"

He asked: "What about when everything before one's eyes is swept clean?"
The Master said: "Why have a feverish fit?"
The monk bowed and withdrew.
The Master said: "Come here for a moment, come here for a moment!"
The monk approached, and the Master hit him with his staff, saying: "This phantom-snatching rascal scares me!"

He asked: "Who is the master of the Dharma King?"
The Master said: "Fold your hands together."

He asked: "What about when a blind turtle encounters the hole of a floating log?"
The Master said: "The old monk folds his hands and leaves."