密菴和尚語錄 1.15

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上堂，舉：「世尊在靈山會上，五百比丘得四禪定、具五神通，未得法忍。以宿命智通，各各自見過去殺害父母及諸重罪，於自心內各各懷疑，於甚深法不能證入。文殊承佛神力，遂手握利劍持逼如來。世尊謂文殊曰：『住，住。不應作逆，勿得害吾，吾必被害，為善被害。文殊師利！爾從本來，無有我、人，內心起時我必被害，即名為害。』於是五百比丘自悟本心如夢如幻，於夢幻中無有我、人，乃至能生、所生、父母。於是五百比丘同讚嘆曰：『文殊大智士，深達法源底，自手握利劍，持逼如來身。如劍佛亦爾，一相無有二，無相無所生，是中云何殺？』」師云：「為人須為徹，殺人須見血。文殊費盡腕頭氣力，要且不知此劍來處，帶累釋迦老子通身是口也分疎不下，五百比丘恁麼悟去，入地獄如箭射。忽若踏翻大海，趯倒須彌，雲門扇子𨁝跳上梵天，𡎺著帝釋鼻孔；東海鯉魚打一棒，雨似盆傾。又作麼生商量？」良久云：「自從舞得三臺後，拍拍元來總是歌。」

Ascending the hall, he cited: "When the Bhagavat was in the assembly on Gṛdhrakūṭa, five hundred monks attained the four dhyānas and possessed the five supernormal knowledges, but had not yet attained the forbearance of dharmas. Through the supernormal knowledge of past lives, each saw for himself that in the past he had killed his parents and committed various heavy offenses; within their own minds each harbored doubt, unable to enter and verify the profound Dharma. Mañjuśrī, receiving the Buddha's spiritual power, grasped a sharp sword in hand and advanced aggressively toward the Tathāgata. The Bhagavat said to Mañjuśrī: 'Stop, stop! You should not commit rebellion, do not harm me; I will certainly be harmed, and it will be well that I am harmed. Mañjuśrī! From the beginning, there is neither self nor person; when the inner mind arises, I will certainly be harmed, and that is called harming.' Thereupon the five hundred monks awakened on their own to their fundamental mind being like a dream and like an illusion; within dreams and illusions there is neither self nor person, nor even generator, generated, or parents. Thereupon the five hundred monks praised together, saying: 'Mañjuśrī, great being of wisdom, deeply penetrates to the base of the source of dharmas; with his own hand he grasps a sharp sword and presses against the Tathāgata's body. As the sword is, so is the Buddha—one characteristic without duality; uncharacterized and unproduced, how can there be killing therein?'" The Master said: "To help someone, you must help them thoroughly; to kill someone, you must see blood. Mañjuśrī exhausted all the strength in his wrist, but above all did not know where this sword came from, implicating old Śākya so that even if his whole body were a mouth he could not explain it away. For the five hundred monks to awaken like that is like shooting an arrow into hell. What if all of a sudden one kicks over the great ocean, knocks down Sumeru, Yunmen's fan leaps up to the Brahmā heaven and pokes Śakra's nostril, and a blow to the carp in the Eastern Sea brings rain pouring like a basin? How then will you deliberate?" After a long pause, he said: "Ever since I mastered dancing the Santai, every beat originally was all a song."