續傳燈錄 12.42

12.42

滁州寶林輝禪師。僧問。如何是祖師西來意。師曰。大梅道底。云為什麼燈燈相續。師曰。遞相鈍置。問水出高原如何解會。師曰。古今流不竭。云學人未曉。師曰。界破青山。云海底紅塵生。山頭白浪起。師曰。淹殺爾。問淺聞深悟尋常事。達磨迷逢意若何。師曰。頭戴天脚蹋地。云忽遇三家村裏人如何秖對。師曰。憂則共慼樂則同歡。云若不上來焉知如是。師曰。不得草草。問牛頭未見四祖時如何。師曰。湯瓶。云見後如何。曰水罐。云學人未會。師曰。世情看冷煖。人事逐高低。問和尚未見長蘆時如何。師曰。雲生古嶠。云見後如何。師曰。水出高原。云見與未見相去多少。師曰。水流終到海。雲起必為霖。問刀山劍樹上成等正覺時如何。師曰。劈腹剜心。云和尚何得如此。師曰。心不負人。乃曰。步步登高衲僧意氣。心心放下達士忘懷。意氣不居祖佛之位。忘懷常遊悲智之門。有念盡成功。無知方大利。良久曰。瑞草生嘉運。林梅放早春參。又曰。智水瑩精心珠獨耀。萬象煥然十方朗照。眼見無影樹子。耳聽沒絃琴調。若是本分衲僧。不覺低頭冷笑。且道笑箇什麼。無孔鐵槌。

Chan Master Hui of Baolin in Chuzhou. A monk asked, "What is the meaning of the Patriarch's coming from the West?" The Master said, "What Damei said." The monk asked, "Why do lamp and lamp continue one after another?" The Master said, "They stultify one another in turn." The monk asked, "How should one understand 'water emerging from a high plateau'?" The Master said, "From antiquity to the present, it flows without exhausting." The monk said, "The student has not yet understood." The Master said, "It cuts across the green mountains." The monk said, "From the ocean bottom red dust arises; on the mountaintop white waves swell." The Master said, "Drowned to death are you!" The monk asked, "Hearing shallowly and awakening deeply is an ordinary matter; when Bodhidharma met with bewilderment, what was his meaning?" The Master said, "Head bearing heaven, feet treading the earth." The monk asked, "If you suddenly meet someone in a three-family village, how do you respond?" The Master said, "When sorrowful, we mourn together; when joyful, we make merry together." The monk said, "If I had not come forward, how could I know it is like this?" The Master said, "You must not be careless." The monk asked, "How was it before Niutou saw the Fourth Patriarch?" The Master said, "A hot-water pitcher." The monk asked, "How was it after he saw him?" The Master said, "A water jug." The monk said, "The student has not yet understood." The Master said, "Worldly sentiments look to warmth and cold; human affairs chase the high and low." The monk asked, "How was it before the Upādhyāya saw Changlu?" The Master said, "Clouds arise on the ancient peak." The monk asked, "How was it after seeing him?" The Master said, "Water emerges from a high plateau." The monk asked, "How far apart are having seen and not having seen?" The Master said, "Flowing water ultimately reaches the sea; rising clouds must become heavy rain." The monk asked, "What about when one realizes equal and right awakening atop the mountain of knives and the forest of swords?" The Master said, "Cleaving the belly and scooping out the heart." The monk said, "Why is the Upādhyāya like this?" The Master said, "The mind does not fail others." He then said, "Step by step ascending higher is the patch-robed monk's mettle; thought after thought letting go is the realized scholar's oblivion. Mettle does not dwell in the position of patriarchs or buddhas; oblivion ever roams within the gates of compassion and wisdom. When there are thoughts, everything attains success; only when there is no-knowing is there great benefit." After a long pause he said, "Auspicious grass springs up in fine fortune; the forest prunus blossoms in early spring. Go investigate!" He also said, "Wisdom-water purifies the mind; the pearl of essence shines alone. The myriad phenomena are incandescent; the ten directions are brightly illumined. The eyes see the shadowless tree; the ears hear the stringless zither tune. If one is a patch-robed monk of genuine measure, he involuntarily bows his head with a cold smile. And tell me, what does he smile at? A holeless iron hammer."