佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 8.20

8.20

[Case 75] Case: A monk came from the assembly of the Venerable of Dingzhou to Wujiu. Wujiu asked, "What is the Dharma-way of Dingzhou like compared to here?" (There is resonance in his words; he wants to discern shallow and deep. A probing pole and shadow grass; he deceives people too much.) The monk said, "Not different." (Among dead fellows there is a living one; one or half, like an iron stake, treading on solid ground.) Wujiu said, "If not different, then turn back there!" and struck him. (Manifestly: the authentic imperative must be carried out.) The monk said, "The staff's head has eyes; you must not strike people carelessly!" (He must be this craftsman before he gets it; he is indeed a lion's cub.) Wujiu said, "Today I have hit one!" and struck him three more times. (What are you talking about hitting one? A thousand, ten thousand.) The monk thereupon went out. (Originally he is an insider; he could only suffer injustice. He merely acted seeing the dynamic.) Wujiu said, "An unjust blow—it turns out there was someone to take it." (A mute eating bitter melon. Releasing and gathering in again; having called him back, what can he be used for?) The monk turned around and said, "What can be done? The ladle handle is in the Venerable's hands." (As before, three hundred and sixty days; yet he is a clever patch-robed monk.) Wujiu said, "If you want it, this mountain monk will return it to you." (Who knows which one is ruler and which one is minister? Daring to stretch his body across the tiger's mouth; he exceedingly fails to know good from bad.) The monk stepped forward, snatched the staff from Wujiu's hand, and struck Wujiu three times. (He too must be a craftsman of a Chan guest before he gets it; host and guest interchange, releasing and snatching on the spur of the moment.) Wujiu said, "An unjust blow, an unjust blow!" (Called him. This old fellow—what deadly panic is he in?) The monk said, "There is someone to take it!" (Haha. How many ladle handles have ended up in this monk's hands?) Wujiu said, "I carelessly struck such a fellow!" (Not falling into the corner of Bing. Who knows who he is?) The monk thereupon bowed. (Not changing when facing danger: only then is he a manly hero.) Wujiu said, "Venerable, do you go off like this?" (Called him.) The monk laughed loudly and went out. (A craftsman of a Chan guest naturally possesses it. A fierce tiger must be followed by a cool breeze; only then do you know he is thorough from beginning to end. People of the world cannot grope him out.) Wujiu said, "Deserving of such, deserving of such!" (Pity he let him go! Why didn't he split his spine with the staff? Thinking he would run off where?)