佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 10.41

10.41

[98] Case: When Master Tianping was on itinerant pilgrimage, he called upon Xiyuan. He would often say, "Do not say you understand the Buddhadharma; you cannot even find anyone who can quote a saying!" (No small amount of leaking and stumbling. As for this fellow, right he may be, but what can be done about the sacred tortoise dragging its tail?) / One day, Xiyuan saw him from afar and called out, "Congyi!" (The grappling hook and trailing rope have struck.) / Ping raised his head. (Hit! A double gong'an.) / Xiyuan said, "Wrong!" (He must be forged in the furnace before he can get it. Ripping open the belly and gouging out the heart. When the three essentials and seal open, the vermilion dot is tight. Before allowing deliberation, host and guest are parted.) / Ping walked forward two or three paces. (Already half forward and falling behind. This fellow is washing clods of earth in mud.) / Xiyuan said again, "Wrong!" (Ripping open the belly and gouging out the heart. Everyone calls this a double gong'an; they little know that it is like water entering water, like gold traded for gold.) / Ping came forward. (Still not knowing where it lands as before. Twisting and turning, unable to grasp it.) / Xiyuan said, "These two 'wrongs' just now—was Xiyuan wrong, was Xiyuan wrong, was the elder wrong?" (The first arrow was still light, the second arrow went deep.) / Ping said, "Congyi was wrong." (Mistaking a saddle bridge for his father's jawbone. For patch-robed monks such as this, what crime would there be in beating ten thousand of them to death?) / Xiyuan said, "Wrong!" (Adding frost on top of snow.) / Ping desisted. (Mistaking the zero point on the steelyard. Indeed he did not know where it lands. It is clearly known that your nostrils are in another's hands.) / Xiyuan said, "Stay here for the summer, to wait and deliberate these two 'wrongs' together with you, elder." (Xiyuan's backbone is usually stiff as iron; at that time why did he not drive him out?) / Ping then left immediately. (He resembles a patch-robed monk. Resemble he may, but right he is not yet.) / Later, residing in a monastery, he said to the assembly: (A poor man thinking of old debts. He still had to be checked over.) "When I was on itinerant pilgrimage originally, blown by the wind of karma, I reached the place of Elder Siming. He consecutively uttered two 'wrongs', and further wanted to keep me for the summer to wait and deliberate together with me. I did not say it was wrong at such a time; when I set my feet toward the South, I already knew that it was wrong!" (What can be done about these two 'wrongs'? A thousand wrongs, ten thousand wrongs! What can be done about having no connection? Looking at him more and more, he is completely slovenly, saddening people to death.) / Yi (pronounced yu plus yi; ripples in water).