續傳燈錄 20.33

20.33

英州保福殊禪師。僧問。諸佛未出世時如何。師曰。山河大地。曰出世後如何。師曰。大地山河。曰恁麼則一般也。師曰。敲甎打瓦。問如何是和尚家風。師曰。椀大椀小。曰客來將何祇待。師曰。一杓兩杓。曰未飽者作麼生。師曰。少喫少喫。問如何是大道。師曰。鬧市裏。曰如何是道中人。師曰。一任人看。問如何是禪。師曰。秋風臨古渡。落日不堪聞。曰不問這箇禪。師曰。爾問那箇禪。曰祖師禪。師曰。南華塔外松陰裏。飲露吟風又更多。問如何是真正路。師曰。出門看堠子。乃曰。釋迦何處滅俱尸。彌勒幾曾在兜率。西覓普賢好慚愧。北討文殊生受屈。坐壓毘盧額汗流。行築觀音鼻血出。回頭摸著箇匾擔。却道好箇木牙笏。喝一喝下座。

Chan Master Shu of Baofu in Yingzhou. A monk asked, "How was it before the Buddhas appeared in the world?"
The Master said, "Mountains, rivers, and the great earth."
[The monk] asked, "How is it after they appeared in the world?"
The Master said, "The great earth, mountains, and rivers."
[The monk] said, "If so, then it is just the same."
The Master said, "Knocking on bricks and striking tiles."
[A monk] asked, "What is the Upādhyāya's house style?"
The Master said, "Big bowls and small bowls."
[The monk] asked, "When a guest comes, what will you treat him with?"
The Master said, "One ladleful, two ladlefuls."
[The monk] said, "What about one who is not yet full?"
The Master said, "Eat little, eat little."
[A monk] asked, "What is the Great Way?"
The Master said, "In the bustling marketplace."
[The monk] asked, "What is the person within the Way?"
The Master said, "Completely free for anyone to look at."
[A monk] asked, "What is Chan?"
The Master said, "Autumn wind approaches the ancient ford; / the setting sun is unbearable to hear."
[The monk] said, "I am not asking about this Chan."
The Master said, "Which Chan are you asking about?"
[The monk] said, "The Patriarch Chan."
The Master said, "Outside the Nanhua pagoda, in the shade of the pines; / drinking dew and chanting to the wind is all the more."
[A monk] asked, "What is the true and proper road?"
The Master said, "Go out the gate and look at the mileposts."
He then said, "Where did Śākyamuni pass away in Kuśi[nagara]? / When was Maitreya ever in Tuṣita? / Seeking Samantabhadra in the west is truly shameful; / searching for Mañjuśrī in the north brings vain suffering. / Sitting, he crushes Vairocana until sweat runs from his forehead; / walking, he bumps Guanyin until blood flows from her nose. / Turning his head, he touches a flat carrying pole, / yet says, 'What a fine wooden ivory tablet!'" He gave a shout and descended from the seat.