佛祖歷代通載 20.63

20.63

（十六）　是年金國慶壽亨禪師。塔于嵩山。其文略曰。諱教亨。號虛明。濟州任城王氏子。先有汴京慈濟寺僧福安。山居任城有年矣。齋于芒山村。倚樹而化。見夢于女弟馮。自彭村浮圖乘白馬而下曰。我生於西陳村王光道家。馮語其母及其子其夢正同。詰旦至光道家。師母劉夜夢安公來求寄宿。是日師果生焉。拳右拇指似不能伸。瞬而未笑。同業福廣福堅聞之來謁。徑問。安兄無恙。師熟視良久伸指而笑。常獨臥空室。其母聞人誦摩訶般若波羅蜜。驚顧襁褓。師猶囁嚅。及[日*(〦/(坐-土+十))]試以經卷酒杯。遽拾經卷。少長不茹葷血。唯見僧行造門。輒喜從之。故一時皆呼以馮山主芒山。村碑之於石。七歲出家禮本州崇覺院圓公為師。十三受具足戒。遇苦瓜先生。相之曰。此兒必領僧萬指。十五游方。聞鄭州普照寶公法席之勝。自汴梁發足。是夜寶公夢。慶雲如金芙蕖繽紛亂墜。以告人曰。吾十年無夢矣。此何祥也。翌日師來。寶公心獨異之。師朝夕參扣。未有所入他日以事往睢陽宿趙渡。忽馬上憶擊板因緣有省。凝情不散將抵河津。同行德滿驚曰。師兄此河津也。師下馬悲喜交集。至于隕涕。歸以語寶公。公曰。此僵臥人。似欲轉動。猶未印可曰曾看日面佛公案否。師笑曰。兒時已念得。寶公笑曰。我只教人參諸方掉下底禪。但再參去。定有自得力處。一日師因雲堂靜坐。忽聞板聲霍然親證。呈頌曰。日面月面。星流電轉。若更遲疑。面門著箭。咄。寶公遂記莂曰吾謾汝不得也。諸方知師得法。懇求出世。師亦知緣至。輒往應命。五坐道場。嵩山之戒壇。韶山之雲門。鄭州之普照。林溪之大覺。嵩山之法王。左丞相夾谷清臣。請師住中都潭柘。歸隱缺門。復駐錫于濟川之普照。方丈後叢樹蓊欝中有一株。亭亭然高丈餘。群鴉以次來巢。其上下十二級如浮圖狀。眾賀曰。和上佛法將大振乎。不十數日奉章廟旨主慶壽寺。三年。退居缺門。知河南府國公石抹仲溫。以少林虛席。請師繼之。居無何師復引去。徜徉嵩少間者數年。忽覺四大絃緩。杜門堅坐謝絕賓客。其嗣香山江延師于西堂。慈雲海復乞侍奉。至興定己卯秋七月十日。謂眾曰。汝輩各宜著力。索筆書頌。其末後句云。咦一二三四五六七堅坐不動而逝。享年七十。僧夏五十有八。闍維焰如蓮花開合。牙齒目睛不灰。舍利無算。師自兒時額有圓珠。至是爆然飛去。收靈骨建塔焉。

(Sixteenth [year, 1170]): In this year, Chan Master Heng of Qingshou in the Jin state was entombed in a stūpa on Mt. Song. The inscription read in brief: His taboo name was Jiaoheng, and his style was Xuming; he was a son of the Wang family of Rencheng in Jizhou. Earlier, there was monk Fu'an of the Ciji Monastery in Bianjing, who lived in the mountains of Rencheng for years. While partaking of a meal in Mangshan Village, he passed away leaning against a tree. He appeared in a dream to his younger sister, Feng, descending from the Peng Village stūpa riding a white horse, and saying, "I will be born in the house of Wang Guangdao in West Chen Village." When Feng spoke to her mother and her son, their dreams were identical. The next morning they went to Guangdao's house; the master's mother, Lady Liu, had dreamed that night that Venerable An came asking to lodge. On that day, the master was indeed born. His right thumb was clenched as if unable to extend; he blinked without smiling. His fellow ordinands Fuguang and Fujian heard of this and came to visit, asking directly, "Brother An, are you well?" The master gazed intently at them for a long time, extended his thumb, and smiled. He often slept alone in an empty room. His mother heard someone chanting "Mahāprajñāpāramitā," and looked in alarm at his swaddling clothes, where the master was still murmuring. When he was one year old, they tested him with a sūtra scroll and a wine cup; he hurriedly picked up the sūtra scroll. As he grew, he did not eat meat or blood. Whenever he saw a monk or novice come to the door, he would joyfully follow him. Thus people at that time all called him "Abbot Feng of Mangshan Village," and carved it onto stone. At seven he left home, paying homage to Venerable Yuan of the Chongjue Cloister in his home prefecture as his master. At thirteen he received the full precepts. He met Master Kigua, who read his physiognomy and said, "This child will surely lead ten thousand fingers of monks." At fifteen he went on wandering pilgrimage. Hearing of the excellence of the Dharma assembly of Venerable Bao of Puzhao in Zhengzhou, he set out from Bianliang. That night, Venerable Bao dreamed of auspicious clouds descending abundantly in confusion like golden lotuses; he told others, "I have not dreamed for ten years; what omen is this?" The next day the master arrived, and Venerable Bao privately marvelled at him. The master inquired and engaged in study morning and evening, but had not yet gained entry. Another day, traveling on business to Suiyang, he lodged at Zhao Crossing. Suddenly, on horseback, he recalled the circumstances of striking the sounding board and had an awakening. His concentrated awareness did not disperse, and as he was about to reach the river ferry, his traveling companion Deman said in surprise, "Senior brother, this is the river ferry!" The master dismounted, grief and joy mingled together, even shedding tears. When he returned and told Venerable Bao, Bao said, "This man lying stiff seems about to stir," but still did not grant approval, asking, "Have you examined the kōan of the Sun-faced Buddha?" The master smiled and said, "I could already recite it as a child." Venerable Bao smiled and said, "I only teach people to investigate the Chan cast away by everyone elsewhere. Just investigate further; you will definitely attain a place of self-reliance." One day, while the master was sitting quietly in the Cloud Hall, he suddenly heard the sound of the board and was instantly and personally awakened. He presented a verse: / 'Sun-face, moon-face; / Shooting stars, turning lightning. / If you hesitate any longer, / An arrow hits you right between the eyes! Phat!' / Venerable Bao then bestowed a prediction of enlightenment, saying, "I can no longer deceive you." The various quarters learned that the master had attained the Dharma and earnestly begged him to appear in the world [as an abbot]. The master also knew that his affinity had arrived, and promptly went to answer the call. He occupied the teaching seat five times: at the Precept Platform of Mt. Song, Yunmen of Mt. Shao, Puzhao of Zhengzhou, Dajue of Linxi, and Fawang of Mt. Song. Left Grand Councilor Jiagu Qingchen invited the master to preside over Tanzhe in the Central Capital. Later he retired into seclusion at Quemen, and again stayed at Puzhao in Jichuan. Behind the abbot's quarters, amidst a luxuriant grove of trees, there was a single tree standing tall over ten feet high. Flocks of crows came in succession to build nests in it, stacked in twelve tiers like a stūpa. The assembly congratulated him, saying, "Is the Venerable's Buddhadharma about to flourish greatly?" In less than ten days, he received an imperial decree from Emperor Zhangzong to preside over Qingshou Monastery. After three years, he retired to Quemen. Shimo Zhongwen, the Duke of the State and Prefect of Henan-fu, seeing that the seat of Shaolin was vacant, invited the master to succeed to it. Not long after residing there, the master again took his leave. He strolled between Mt. Song and Mt. Shaoshi for several years. Suddenly feeling the strings of his four great elements slacking, he closed his doors, sat firmly, and turned away all guests. His heir Jiang of Xiangshan invited the master to the Western Hall, and Ciyun Hai again begged to serve him. When it came to the tenth day of the seventh month, in the autumn of the jimao year of the Xingding era [1219], he said to the assembly, "Each of you should apply your efforts." He asked for a brush and wrote a verse, whose final line said: "Yi! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!" He sat firmly, unmoved, and passed away. He enjoyed a lifespan of seventy years, and his monastic summers were fifty-eight. When he was cremated, the flames opened and closed like lotus flowers; his teeth and eyeballs were not reduced to ashes, and the relics were beyond count. From his childhood, the master had had a round pearl on his forehead, which at this point flew away with a sharp crack. His sacred bones were gathered and a stūpa was built for them.