佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 8.40

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投子朴實頭。得逸群之辯。凡有致問。開口便見膽。不費餘力。便坐斷他舌頭。可謂運籌帷幄之中。決勝千里之外。這僧將聲色佛法見解。貼在他額頭上。逢人便問。投子作家。來風深辨。這僧知投子實頭。合下做箇圈繢子。教投子入來。所以有後語。投子却使陷虎之機。釣他後語出來。這僧接他答處道。和尚莫㞘沸碗鳴聲。果然一釣便上。若是別人。則不奈這僧何。投子具眼。隨後便打。咬猪狗底手脚。須還作家始得。左轉也隨他阿轆轆地。右轉也隨他阿轆轆地。這僧既是做箇圈繢子。要來捋虎鬚。殊不知投子。更在他圈繢頭上。投子便打。這僧可惜許。有頭無尾。當時等他拈棒。便與掀倒禪床。直饒投子全機。也須倒退三千里。又問。麁言及細語皆歸第一義是否。投子亦云是。一似前頭語無異。僧云。喚和尚作一頭驢得麼。投子又打。這僧雖然作窠窟。也不妨奇特。若是曲彔木床上老漢。頂門無眼。也難折挫他。投子有轉身處。這僧既做箇道理。要攙他行市。到了依舊不奈投子老漢何。不見巖頭道。若論戰也。箇箇立在轉處。投子放去太遲。收來太急。這僧當時。若解轉身吐氣。豈不作得箇口似血盆底漢。衲僧家一不做二不休。這僧既不能返擲。却被投子穿了鼻孔。頌云。

Touzi is plain and honest, yet he possesses eloquence that surpasses the crowd. Whenever a question is posed, as soon as he opens his mouth one sees his inner core; without expending spare effort, he immediately cuts off the other's tongue. He can truly be said to devise strategies within the commander's tent and decide victory a thousand miles away. This monk pasted views of sound, form, and the Buddha-Dharma onto his own forehead, asking everyone he met. Touzi is an adept and clearly distinguished the incoming wind. This monk knew Touzi was honest and straightforward, so from the start he set a snare to make Touzi step into it; this is why he had follow-up remarks. Touzi, however, employed a dynamic to trap a tiger, angling out his follow-up words. The monk met his reply and said, "The venerable monk shouldn't fart and make the sound of a boiling bowl." Sure enough, at one cast he took the bait. Had it been anyone else, they would have been helpless before this monk. Touzi possesses the eye, so he struck immediately thereafter. For moves that bite pigs and dogs, one must rely on an adept to do it right. Turning to the left, he rolls smoothly along with him; turning to the right, he rolls smoothly along with him. Since this monk had set a snare intending to pluck the tiger's whiskers, little did he realize that Touzi was already atop his snare. Touzi struck at once. What a pity for this monk: he had a head but no tail. At that moment, when Touzi picked up the staff, he should have overturned the meditation seat; even if Touzi had used his whole dynamic function, he would have had to retreat three thousand miles. The monk asked again, "Coarse words and fine speech all return to the paramārtha—is it so or not?" Touzi also said, "It is"—no different from his previous words. The monk said, "Can I call the venerable monk a donkey?" Touzi struck again. Although this monk made a lair, he was indeed remarkable. Had it been an old fellow on a curved-wood chair who lacked an eye on the crown of his head, it would have been hard to break and bring him down. Touzi has room to turn around. Since this monk made a rational principle to encroach on his market, in the end he was still helpless against old Touzi. Have you not seen Yantou say: "If we speak of battle, each stands at the turning point"? Touzi let go too slowly and gathered in too quickly. If at that moment this monk had known how to turn around and catch his breath, would he not have been a fellow whose mouth was like a blood basin? For a patch-robed monk, in for a penny, in for a pound. Since this monk could not pounce back, Touzi pierced his nostrils instead. The verse says: