佛祖歷代通載 10.66

10.66

（二十五）　文中子講道于白午之磎。弟子捧書北面環堂成列。講罷程生退省于松下。語及周易。薛收歎曰。不及伏羲氏乎。何辭之多也。俄而有負苓者。皤皤然委擔而息曰。吾子何歎也。薛收曰。叟何為者而徵吾歎。負苓者曰。麗朱者赤。附墨者黑。蓋漸而得之也。今吾子所服者道。而猶歎。是六腑五臟不能受也。吾是以問。收曰。收聞之師。易者道之蘊也。伏羲畫卦而文王繫之。不逮省文矣。吾是以歎。負苓者曰。文王焉病。伏羲氏病甚者也。昔者伏羲氏之未畫卦也。三才其不立乎。四序其不行乎。百物其不生乎。萬象其不森乎。何營營乎而費畫也。自伏羲氏泄道之密漏神之幾。分張太和磔裂先氣。使天下之智者詭道逆出。曰我善言象而識物情。陰陽相磨遠近相取。作為剛柔同異之說。以駭人志。於是知者不知而大朴散矣。則伏羲氏始兆亂者。安得羸歎而嗟文王。負其苓而行。追而問之居與姓名。不答。文中子聞之曰。隱者也。

(25) Master Wenzhong lectured on the Way at the brook of Baiwu. Disciples held their books, facing north, surrounding the hall in rows. When the lecture ended, scholar Cheng retired to reflect beneath the pines. The conversation turned to the Zhou Changes, and Xue Shou sighed, saying, "Does it not fall short of Fuxi? Why are there so many words?" Shortly thereafter, a man carrying poria fungus, white-haired, laid down his burden, rested, and said, "Why do you sigh, my young master?" Xue Shou said, "What do you do, old gentleman, to question my sigh?" The fungus carrier said, "What attaches to vermilion turns red; what adjoins ink turns black; one takes it on by gradual immersion. Now what you wear, young master, is the Way, and yet you sigh; this means your six organs and five viscera cannot receive it. That is why I ask." Shou said, "I have heard from my teacher: the Changes is the treasury of the Way. Fuxi drew the hexagrams, and King Wen attached the commentaries to them; this did not match the brevity of writing without them. That is why I sighed." The fungus carrier said, "Where was King Wen defective? Fuxi was the one who was gravely defective! Long ago, before Fuxi drew the hexagrams, were the Three Powers not established? Did the four seasons not circulate? Were the hundred things not generated? Were the myriad phenomena not dense and manifold? Why busily labor to waste effort drawing them? Ever since Fuxi disclosed the secret of the Way and leaked the mechanism of the divine, dividing the Great Harmony and lacerating the primordial qi, he caused the clever people of the realm to bring forth devious ways contrary to nature, claiming: 'I am good at interpreting images and discerning the natures of things.' Yin and yang rub against each other, the distant and near take from each other, producing theories of firm and yielding, sameness and difference, so as to alarm human intent. Thereupon the knowing ceased to know, and the Great Simplicity was scattered. Thus Fuxi was the first omen of chaos; how can you waste your sigh to bemoan King Wen?" Carrying his fungus, he walked away. They pursued him and asked for his residence, surname, and name, but he did not answer. When Master Wenzhong heard of this, he said, "He is a recluse."