圓悟佛果禪師語錄 9.5

9.5

結制小參，僧問：「護生須是殺，殺盡始安居，未審殺箇什麼？」師云：「大有人疑著。」進云：「學人到這裏直得步步絕行蹤時如何？」師云：「未有金剛王寶劍在。」進云：「斬釘截鐵本分宗師，眹兆未分請師速道。」師云：「咭嘹舌頭三千里。」進云：「恩深轉無語，懷抱自分明。」師云：「且莫詐明頭。」問：「一大藏教是拭不淨紙，只如德山為什麼擔疏鈔行脚？」師云：「放下著。」進云：「周金剛被婆子一問，直得亡鋒結舌，又作麼生？」師云：「腦後拔箭。」師乃云：「絕彼我混虛空，透聲色無面目，終日喫飯，不曾嚼一粒米，終日著衣，未嘗掛一縷絲。總虛空華藏剎海，列向下風；過現未來諸聖，倒退千里。舉一步，越不可說世界，向香水海那邊，猶有去處；拈一塵，混一切無量無數，十方上下一切諸佛祖師七穿八穴，猶有餘地。且道此人向什麼處安居？向什麼處禁足？若知此人落處，始知本地風光，始見本來面目，便能攝順逆於一塵中，規行矩步，現威儀於一念頃，不越常程，至於以大圓覺為我伽藍，猶是小段在。若能恁麼見恁麼用，恁麼信恁麼透，管取無邊剎海，自他不隔於毫端；十世古今，始終不移於當念。九旬禁足三月護生，於一念一步一塵一芥中見成受用，且道：此人畢竟在什麼處？還委悉麼？披蓑側立千峯外，引水澆蔬五老前。」

Informal gathering at the binding of the retreat. A monk asked: "To protect life one must kill; only when killing is exhausted can one dwell peacefully. I wonder, what is killed?" The Master said: "There are many people who doubt this." The monk said: "When this student reaches this place and all traces of footsteps are cut off at every step, how is it?" The Master said: "The Vajra King jewel sword is not yet present." The monk said: "A fundamental lineage master who severs nails and shears iron: before the omen has divided, please speak quickly, Master." The Master said: "The gibberish tongue spans three thousand miles." The monk said: "When gratitude is deep, one is rather wordless; one's inner bosom is naturally clear." The Master said: "Do not feign clarity." A monk asked: "The entire collection of the canon is paper for wiping filth; why then did Deshan shoulder his commentaries on foot?" The Master said: "Put it down." The monk said: "When Diamond Zhou was questioned by the old woman, losing his sharp point and having his tongue tied, how was that?" The Master said: "Pulling an arrow out from behind the head." The Master then said: "Cutting off self and other, blending with empty space, penetrating sound and form, having no facial features; eating rice all day without ever chewing a single grain, wearing clothes all day without ever hanging a single thread. The whole of empty space and the oceans of Flower Treasury worlds are lined up in the downwind position; the sages of past, present, and future retreat a thousand miles. Lifting a single step, one leaps over ineffable worlds; beyond the ocean of fragrant water, there is still somewhere to go. Picking up a single speck of dust, one blends with all the immeasurable and countless; all Buddhas and Patriarchs of the ten directions, above and below, are pierced through seven and eight times, yet there is still room to spare. And tell me, in what place does this person dwell peacefully? In what place does he confine his feet? If you know where this person settles, only then will you know the original ground's scenery, and only then will you see your original face; then you can subsume the agreeable and disagreeable within a single speck of dust, walking by rule and stepping by compass, manifesting dignified deportment in the space of a single thought without exceeding the ordinary routine. As for taking great perfect awakening as one's monastery, that is still just a minor matter. If you can see like this, function like this, trust like this, and penetrate like this, you can be sure that throughout the boundless ocean of lands, self and other are not separated by the tip of a fine hair; the ten periods of past and present, beginning and end, are not moved from the present thought. Confining the feet for ninety days and protecting life for three months, ready-made function is enjoyed within a single thought, a single step, a single speck of dust, and a single mustard seed. And tell me: in the end, where is this person? Do you understand? Wearing a coir raincoat, standing sideways beyond a thousand peaks; drawing water to irrigate vegetables before the Five Old Men."