續傳燈錄 21.56

21.56

潭州龍興師定禪師。僧問。如何是瀟湘境。師曰。𤠔到夜深啼嶽麓。僧云。如何是境中人。師曰。相逢不下馬。各自有前程。問如何是道。師曰。花街柳巷。僧云。如何是道中人。師曰。語笑呵呵。乃曰。秋風數夜漸寒。衲僧早覺身冷。通宵不睡思量。尀耐祖師亂走。不知念念釋迦出世。步步彌勒下生。忽然撞著盡是自己神光。怎生說得自己神光。良久曰。一輪明月照瀟湘。喝一喝。又曰。白雲峯頂昔年嘗到。朝參暮請依師覺道。鬧市紅塵煎殺不少。還自忙忙貪生至老。咄。遮皮袋臭穢易壞。貪欲貪樂不解厭。學佛學祖總不會。慚愧寒山老。眠雲枕石塊。思量拾得歌。愛住深巖內。蓑衣為被褥。箬笠作冠蓋。秖如山僧恁麼舉唱。還有佛法也無。良久曰。無為無事人。跳出紅塵外。喝一喝。

Chan Master Shiding of Longxing in Tanzhou. A monk asked, "What is the scenery of Xiaoxiang?" The master said, "When night deepens, apes cry at Yuelu." The monk said, "What about the person within the scene?" The master said, "Meeting on the road, they do not dismount; each has their own journey ahead." The monk asked, "What is the Way?" The master said, "Flowered streets and willow lanes." The monk said, "What about the person within the Way?" The master said, "Laughing and chatting heartily." He then said, "The autumn wind over several nights has gradually grown cold; patch-robed monks early on feel cold in their bodies. Staying awake through the night deliberating—how intolerable that the Patriarch wanders recklessly! They do not realize that in thought after thought, Śākyamuni appears in the world; at every step, Maitreya is born below. If you suddenly bump into it, it is entirely your own spiritual light. How can one speak of one's own spiritual light?" After a long pause, he said, "A wheel of bright moon shines upon the Xiaoxiang." He gave a shout. He also said, "In former years I once reached the summit of White Cloud Peak; attending morning audiences and evening queries, I relied on teachers to awaken to the Way. In the bustling markets and red dust, not a few have been worn to death, still scurrying about, clinging to life until old age. Tut! This skin bag is foul, impure, and easily destroyed; yet one craves desires and pleasures without knowing weariness. Studying the Buddhas and patriarchs, one never understands. Commendable is old Hanshan, sleeping on clouds with a rock for a pillow. Consider Shide's song: loving to dwell within deep cliffs, wearing a rain cape of straw for bedding, a bamboo hat for a canopy. But as this mountain monk discourses in this way, is there still Buddha Dharma or not?" After a long pause, he said, "The person of non-action and no concerns leaps beyond the red dust." He gave a shout.