明覺禪師語錄 1.75

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師歸寺上堂，有僧問：「如何是雪竇正主？」師云：「何不問雪竇山中人。」進云：「與麼則把定乾坤去也。」師云：「出門唯恐不先到，當路有誰長待來。」問：「如何是古佛家風？」師青：「青天白日。」進云：「還許學人領會也無？」師云：「不是劍客，請莫相過。」問：「如何是第一句？」師云：「袖裏金槌。」僧便喝，師云：「朝三千，暮八百。」問：「如何是雪竇境？」師云：「天無四壁。」進云：「如何是鏡中人？」師云：「月在中峯。」進云：「與麼則從苗辯地，因語識人。」師云：「是。」僧禮拜，師云：「酌海持蠡，一場困苦。」師乃云：「甚生標格，還知也無？諸禪德！祖佛不能宣傳，天地不能覆載，二乘聞之膽裂，十地到此魂驚。其或達士切磋，頗逢決戰，一拶一捺，略露風規，句滯則嶽立磨空，源迷則雲橫布野，所以先聖道：一言纔舉，千車同轍。該括微塵，猶是化門之說。爾衲僧合作麼生？覬自知時。」便下座。

When the Master returned to the temple, he ascended the hall. A monk asked, "Who is the true master of Xuedou?" The Master said, "Why not ask the person in Mount Xuedou?" The monk continued, "If so, then you hold fast to heaven and earth." The Master said, "Going out the gate, one fears only not arriving first; along the road, who will wait for you forever?" A monk asked, "What is the family style of the ancient Buddhas?" The Master said, "Blue sky, bright sun." The monk continued, "Do you still permit the student to comprehend it?" The Master said, "If you are not a swordsman, please do not come by." A monk asked, "What is the first phrase?" The Master said, "A golden hammer in the sleeve." The monk shouted; the Master said, "Three thousand in the morning, eight hundred in the evening." A monk asked, "What is the environment of Xuedou?" The Master said, "Heaven has no four walls." The monk continued, "What is the person in the mirror?" The Master said, "The moon is at the central peak." The monk continued, "If so, then from the sprouts one discerns the soil; through speech one recognizes the person." The Master said, "Yes." The monk bowed; the Master said, "Measuring the ocean with a ladle—a session of bitter distress." The Master then said, "What sort of standard is this—do you still know? Venerable Chan monks! The patriarchs and Buddhas cannot proclaim it; heaven and earth cannot cover or sustain it; the two vehicles hear of it and their gallbladders split; the ten stages reach here and their souls are startled. If accomplished practitioners hone one another and meet in a decisive battle, with one push and one press, they slightly reveal the style and regulation. When blocked by phrases, mountains stand scraping the sky; when confused about the source, clouds stretch out across the wilds. Therefore the ancient sage said: 'As soon as a single word is raised, a thousand carts share the same rut.' Encompassing dust motes is still the talk of the teaching gate. What should you patch-robed monks do? May you know the time for yourselves." He then descended from the seat.