宏智禪師廣錄 5.44

5.44

小參云。時寒勞動兄弟上來。說箇甚麼即得。若也說佛說祖。埋沒自己。說禪說道。帶累先宗。只恁麼散去。又勞而無功。事不獲已。且舉一則公案。大家商量看。記得。仰山和尚。指雪師子云。還有過得此色者麼。雲門云。當時便與推倒。雪竇云。只解推倒。不能扶起。師云。此語叢林有底。多作機鋒相見商量。還當也未。若不恁麼。又合如何。覺上座。今夜不惜兩莖眉。傍出一隻手。要與古人相見。仰山恁麼說話。大似一機之絹。雲門善解裁長。雪竇偏能補短。三尊宿。各有長處。衲僧家。畢竟取何人作則。但願春風多著力。一時吹入我門來。若也恁麼會去。乃有殺活手。具通方眼。不唯報化門頭。八面受敵。亦乃毘盧頂上。十字縱橫。其或未然。不免重說偈言去也。衲僧巴鼻。圓明絕類。直須推倒。却要扶起。玉馬飲乾明月泉。泥牛耕破玻璃地。披毛戴角異中來。天上人間能幾幾。

At an informal gathering, [the master] said: "The cold weather has troubled you brothers to come forward. What should be said to hit the mark? If one speaks of the buddhas and patriarchs, one buries oneself; if one speaks of Chan and the Way, one implicates the former masters of our lineage. If we merely disperse like this, it would also be labor without result. Since it cannot be avoided, let us bring up a public case for everyone to deliberate upon. It is remembered: Master Yangshan pointed to a snow lion and said, 'Is there anything that surpasses this color?' Yunmen said, 'At that very moment, I would have pushed it over.' Xuedou said, 'He only knows how to push it over, but cannot help it back up.'"
The master said: "In the monastic groves, many deliberate on this saying as an encounter of sharp wit. Does that hit the mark or not? If not like that, how should it be? Tonight, Senior Monk Zhengjue will not spare his two eyebrows: I will reach out a hand from the side and meet the ancients. Yangshan's talking like that is much like a bolt of silk on a single loom: Yunmen is adept at cutting away the excess, and Xuedou is uniquely skilled at mending what is lacking. Each of the three venerable elders has his strength. In the end, whom should patch-robed monks take as their standard? 'I only wish that the spring wind would exert more strength, / blowing it all into my gate at once.' If you understand it in this way, then you possess the hand that kills and gives life, and are endowed with the eye that sees in every direction. Not only will you meet adversaries on all eight fronts at the gate of reward and transformation, but you will also crisscross freely atop the crown of Vairocana. If it is not yet so for you, I cannot help but repeat it in verse: / A patch-robed monk's true identity, / Perfect and bright, transcends all kinds. / One must directly push it over, / Yet one must also help it back up. / The jade horse drinks dry the spring of the bright moon; / The mud ox plows up the ground of lapis lazuli. / Bearing horns and wearing fur, he comes from among the different species; / In the heavens and the human world, how many can there be?"