密菴和尚語錄 1.84

1.84

應菴和尚忌日，上堂：「利劍斬虛空，萬象鳴曝曝，年年向斯辰，令人倍發惡。古者道：『子不談父德。』雖然家醜也要外揚。遮老和尚平生事，過頭底九百。自云著草鞋住院，何苦如蚖蛇戀窟？美則美矣，帶累不肖兒孫依模脫出。贊嘆者，從他贊上非非想天；毀謗者，謗到空輪水際。眾中莫有毀譽不動底麼？出來與華藏相見，有麼有麼？」良久，擲下拄杖高聲云：「侍者收取拄杖。」

On the memorial day of Venerable Ying'an, [the Master] ascended the hall: “A sharp sword cuts through empty space; the ten thousand phenomena roar and crackle. Every year toward this day, it makes one double one’s disgust. An ancient said, ‘A son does not speak of his father’s virtue.’ Even so, family ugliness must also be broadcast abroad. This old venerable’s lifelong affairs exceeded the limit by nine hundred. He said of himself that he resided in temples wearing straw sandals; why suffer like a viper clinging to its den? Beautiful though it was, it dragged down unworthy descendants into copying the mold and emerging from it. As for those who praise, let them praise him up to the Heaven of Neither-Perception-Nor-Non-Perception; as for those who slander, let them slander him down to the edge of the air and water circles. Could there be someone in the assembly who is unmoved by praise or blame? Come forth and meet with Huazang! Is there anyone? Is there anyone?” After a long pause, he threw down his staff and said in a loud voice, “Attendant, put away the staff.”