續傳燈錄 14.15

14.15

福州太平守恩禪師。本州福清人姓丘氏。自圓照得法。初出世住地藏遷太平。上堂。竪起拳復開曰。或時為拳或時為掌。若遇衲僧有功者賞。遂放下曰。直是土曠人稀相逢者少。又曰。雨後鳩鳴山前麥熟。何處牧童兒騎牛笑相逐。更把短笛橫。風前一兩曲。參。又曰雲岩弄師子。普化打筋斗。叢林將為向上關。未免笑破衲僧。口休休沒來由。却是象骨古錐能輥毬。又上堂。拈拄杖擊禪床一下曰。有智若聞則能信解。無智疑悔則為永失。三十年後不得道。山僧今日上堂秖念法華經。僧問。如何是古佛心。師曰。鶯啼處處同。云學人不會。師曰。牛羊自傍山。問如何是沙門行。師曰。多虛少實。云和尚何得謾人。師曰。實無諱處。僧問。菴內人為什麼不知菴外事。師曰。却許闍黎具眼。云久嚮和尚。師曰。暗中秤繩誰辨曲直。問如何是超佛越祖之談。師曰。三日一風五日一雨。云向上更有事也無。師曰月明三島靜。樵子太平歌。僧問。如何是本來人。師曰。皮枯骨瘦。云中下之機如何體悉。師曰。倒臥橫眠。僧云。古佛今佛皆無別理。師曰。更夢見什麼。師乃曰。諸人知處山僧盡知。山僧知處諸人不知。今日不免布施諸人。良久曰。頭上是天脚下是地。參。

Chan Master Taiping Shou'en of Fuzhou, a native of Fuqing in the same prefecture, had the surname Qiu. He attained the Dharma from Yuanzhao. When he first took up abbacy, he resided at Dizang, later transferring to Taiping. Ascending the hall, he held up his fist, opened it, and said, "Sometimes a fist, sometimes a palm. If encountering patch-robed monks, those with merit are rewarded." Then lowering it, he said, "The ground is vast, the people sparse; few are they who meet." He also said, "After rain the doves call, before the mountains wheat ripens. Where are the cowherds, riding oxen, laughing and chasing each other? Once more holding transverse the short flute, playing a tune or two into the wind. Investigate!" He also said, "Yunyan played with the lion; Puhua turned somersaults. The monasteries take these as the barrier of the ultimate, but they cannot help but make patch-robed monks laugh their mouths wide open! Stop, stop! There's no cause for it. Instead, it was old Xianggu who could roll the ball." Ascending the hall again, he took his staff, struck the meditation bed once, and said, "The wise upon hearing can faithfully understand; the unwise in doubt and regret lose it forever. Thirty years from now, do not say the mountain monk came up to the hall today merely reciting the Lotus Sūtra." A monk asked, "What is the mind of the ancient Buddhas?" The master said, "Orioles call the same everywhere." The monk said, "I do not understand." The master said, "Oxen and sheep keep to the mountainside on their own." The monk asked, "What is the practice of a śramaṇa?" The master said, "Much emptiness, little reality." The monk said, "Why do you deceive people, Upādhyāya?" The master said, "Truly there is nowhere to conceal it." A monk asked, "Why does the person inside the hut not know what goes on outside the hut?" The master said, "I allow the ācārya possesses an eye." The monk said, "I have long looked up to the Upādhyāya." The master said, "Using a balance line in the dark, who can tell straight from crooked?" A monk asked, "What is discourse that surpasses the Buddhas and patriarchs?" The master said, "A wind every three days, rain every five days." The monk said, "Is there anything beyond this?" The master said, "The moon bright, the three islands are quiet; the woodcutter sings a song of peace." A monk asked, "Who is the original person?" The master said, "Skin withered and bones emaciated." The monk said, "How should those of middling and lower faculties comprehend this?" The master said, "Lying down headlong, sleeping crosswise." A monk said, "For the ancient Buddhas and the present Buddhas, there is no different principle." The master said, "What else are you dreaming of?" The master then said, "What you all know, this mountain monk knows entirely. What this mountain monk knows, you do not know. Today I cannot help but give a donation to you all." After a long pause, he said, "Above the head is heaven, beneath the feet is earth. Investigate!"