法演禪師語錄 1.12

1.12

上堂，僧問：「千峯寒色即不問，雨滴嵓花事若何？」師云：「今日也相似。」學云：「一句逈超千聖外，千山鎖斷萬重關。」師云：「一滴落在什麼處？」學云：「錯。」師云：「錯。」學云：「錯錯。」師便打，乃云：「千峯列翠、岸柳垂金，樵父謳歌、漁人鼓棹，笙簧䀨地、鳥語呢喃，紅粉佳人、風流公子，一一為汝諸人發上上機、開正法眼。若向者裏薦得，金色頭陀無容身處；若也不會，喫粥喫飯，許儞七穿八穴。」

Ascending the hall, a monk asked: "Not asking about the cold hue of the thousand peaks, what is the matter of the rain dripping on the cliff flowers?" The Master said: "Today is also like this." The student said: "A single phrase far surpasses the thousand sages; the thousand mountains bar and cut off the myriad passes." The Master said: "Where does a single drop fall?" The student said: "Wrong." The Master said: "Wrong." The student said: "Wrong, wrong." The Master then hit him, and said: "The emerald array of a thousand peaks, the golden weep of shore willows, the woodcutter singing, the fisherman plying the oars, reeds and mouth-organs deafening the earth, the chattering murmur of birds, the powdered beauty, the dashing young gentleman—each and every one sets forth for you people the supreme dynamic and opens the true Dharma eye. If you understand right here, the Golden Ascetic will have no place to hide his body. If you do not understand, eating your congee and eating your rice, I allow you to pierce through seven ways and perforate eight."