續傳燈錄 16.20

16.20

安州興國契雅禪師。僧問。請師不於語默裏答話。師以拄杖卓一下。僧云。和尚莫草草怱怱。師曰。西天斬頭截臂。僧禮拜。師曰。墮也墮也。上堂曰。心如朗月連天靜。遂打一圓相云。寒山子𡁠性似寒潭徹底清。是何境界。良久曰。無價夜光人不識。識得又堪作什麼。九天虛度幾千春。乃呵呵大笑曰。爭如獨坐明窓下。花落花開自有時。下座。

Chan Master Qiya of Xingguo in Anzhou. A monk asked, 'I ask the Master to answer without relying on speech or silence.' The Master struck once with his staff. The monk said, 'Upādhyāya, do not be hasty and hurried.' The Master said, 'In Western India, heads are cut off and arms are severed.' The monk bowed. The Master said, 'Fallen! Fallen!' Ascending the hall, he said, '"The mind is like the bright moon, tranquil along with the heavens."' He then drew a circle, saying, '"Master Hanshan, the nature is like a cold pond, thoroughly clear to the bottom." What kind of realm is this?' After a long pause, he said, 'The priceless nocturnal pearl—people do not recognize it. Even if they recognized it, what would it be fit for? For how many thousands of springs has one spent the nine heavens in vain?' Then, laughing heartily, he said, 'How can it compare to sitting alone beneath the bright window? / Falling and blooming, flowers have their own time.' He descended from the seat.