續傳燈錄 14.14

14.14

潤州甘露傳祖仲宣禪師上堂曰。建立宗乘群魔屏跡。播揚大事三藏忘言。況阿逸多未離兜率。黃面老已滅拘尸。大唐國裏無禪師。天下衲僧味糟粕。眾中莫有英靈衲子變豹作家出來。掀倒禪床喝散大眾。豈不快哉。良久曰。瑞獸藏頭角。珍禽惜羽毛。又曰。雨過山青雲橫水碧。寶陀岩上瑞草將敷。王舍城中幽花欲綻。空生宴坐帝釋奔馳。彼此一時今古曷異。良久曰。萬般施設不如常。又曰。住住百千妙門同歸一路。青山常在知識難逢。爭如識取主人公。高聲召云。主人公。復曰。今日自買自賣。又上堂顧視曰。楊子江心無風起浪。石公山畔平地骨堆。會得左右逢原。爭似寂然不動。良久曰。堪笑寒山忘却歸。十年不識來時道。

Chan Master Chuanzu Zhongxuan of Ganlu in Runzhou ascended the hall and said, "Establishing the vehicle of the lineage, crowds of māras vanish; broadcasting the Great Matter, the Tripiṭaka falls silent. How much more so when Ajita has not yet left Tuṣita, and the Yellow-faced Old One has already entered extinction at Kuśinagara! In the great land of Tang there are no Chan masters; the world's patch-robed monks taste only the dregs. Could there be an extraordinary patch-robed monk among you, an adept turning like a leopard, who steps forward, overturns the meditation bed, and scatters the crowd with a shout? Would that not be delightful?" After a long pause, he said, "Auspicious beasts hide their heads and horns; precious birds prize their feathers." He also said, "The rain clears and the mountains are blue; clouds drift across and the water is azure. On the peak of Potala auspicious herbs are about to flourish; in the city of Rājagṛha subtle flowers are about to bloom. Subhūti sits peacefully while Śakra hurries to and fro: each in their moment, how does past differ from present?" After a long pause, he said, "Myriad contrivances are not as good as the ordinary." He also said, "Hold, hold! Hundreds of thousands of wondrous gates return to one single path. Green mountains remain forever, but a kalyāṇamitra is rare to meet. How can that compare to recognizing the master of the house?" Raising his voice, he called out: "Master of the house!" Then he said, "Today, I buy and sell myself." Ascending the hall again, he looked around and said, "In the heart of the Yangzi River, waves rise without wind; beside Mountain Shigong, mounds pile high on flat ground. Understanding how to find the source at every turn—how could that compare to remaining motionless in silent stillness?" After a long pause, he said, "Laughable indeed: Hanshan forgot his way home; for ten years he did not know the road by which he came."