續傳燈錄 22.6

22.6

黃龍悟新禪師。王氏。韶州曲江人也。魁岸黑面如梵僧狀。依佛陀院落髮。以氣節蓋眾好面折人。初謁栖賢秀鐵面。秀問。上座甚處人。對曰。廣南。韶州又問。曾到雲門否。對曰。曾到。又問。曾到靈樹否。對曰。曾到。秀曰。如何是靈樹枝條。對曰。長底自長短底自短。秀曰。廣南蠻莫亂說。新曰。向北驢只恁麼拂袖而出。秀器之。而新無留意。乃之黃龍謁寶覺禪師。談辯無所抵捂。寶覺曰。若之技止此耶。是故說食耳。渠能飽人乎。新窘無以進。從容白曰。悟新到此弓折箭盡。願和尚慈悲指箇安樂處。寶覺曰。一塵飛而翳天。一芥墮而覆。地安樂處正忌上座許多骨董。直須死却無量劫來全心乃可耳。新趨出。一日默坐下板會知事捶行者。新聞杖聲忽大悟。奮起忘納其屨。趨方丈見寶覺自譽曰。天下人總是學得底。某甲是悟得底。寶覺笑曰。選佛得甲科何可當也。新自是號死心叟。榜其居曰死心室。蓋識悟也。久之去游湘西。是時哲禪師領嶽麓。新往造焉。哲問。是凡是聖。對曰。非凡非聖。哲曰。是什麼。對曰。高著眼。哲曰。恁麼則南山起雲北山下雨。對曰。且道是凡是聖。哲曰。爭奈頭上漫漫脚下漫漫。新仰屋作噓聲。哲曰。氣急殺人。對曰。恰是。拂袖便出。謁法昌遇禪師。遇問近離甚處對曰某甲自黃龍來。遇云。還見心禪師麼。對曰見。遇曰。什麼處見。對曰。喫粥喫飯處見。遇插火筯於爐中云。者箇又作麼生。新拽脫火筯便行。新初住雲岩。已而遷翠岩。翠岩舊有淫祠。鄉人禳禬酒胾汪穢無虛日。新誡知事毀之。知事辭以不敢掇禍。新怒曰。使能作禍吾自當之。乃躬自毀折。俄有巨蟒。蟠臥內引首作吞噬之狀。新叱之而遁。新安寢無他。未幾再領雲岩。建經藏太史黃公庭堅為作記。有以其親墓誌鑱於碑陰者。新恚罵曰。陵侮不避禍若是。語未卒電光翻屋雷擊自戶入。析其碑陰中分之。視之已成灰燼。而藏記安然無損。晚遷住黃龍。學者雲委。屬疾退居。晦堂夜參。竪起拂子云。看看。拂子病死心病。拂子安死心安。拂子穿却死心。死心穿却拂子。正當恁麼時。喚作拂子又是死心。喚作死心又是拂子。畢竟喚作什麼。良久云。莫把是非來辨我。浮生穿鑿不相干。有乞末後句者。新與偈云。末後一句子。直須心路絕。六根門既空。萬法無生滅。於此徹其源。不須求解脫。生平愛罵人。只為長快活。政和五年十二月十三日晚小參說偈。十五日泊然坐逝。訃聞。諸方衲子為之嗚咽流涕。茶毘得舍利五色。閱世七十二。坐四十五夏。塔于晦堂之後。

Chan Master Wuxin of Huanglong was of the Wang clan and a native of Qujiang in Shaozhou. Tall and imposing, with a dark complexion, he looked like an Indian monk. He had his hair shaved at the Fotuo Monastery. Towering over the assembly with his unyielding integrity, he was fond of rebuking people to their faces. At first he went to call on Xiuxian Xiu 'Iron Face.' Xiu asked, 'Where is the senior monk from?' He answered, 'Guangnan, Shaozhou.' Xiu asked again, 'Have you ever been to Yunmen?' He answered, 'I have.' Xiu asked again, 'Have you ever been to Lingshu?' He answered, 'I have.' Xiu said, 'What are the branches of Lingshu like?' He replied, 'The long ones are naturally long; the short ones are naturally short.' Xiu said, 'Guangnan barbarian, do not speak wildly.' Xin said, 'Northern donkeys are just like this!' and shook his sleeves and walked out. Xiu recognized his ability, but Xin had no intention of staying. He then went to Huanglong to call on Chan Master Baojue. His eloquence met with no impediment. Baojue said, 'Is your ability limited to this? This is merely talking of food; can it fill a person?' Xin was at a loss and had no way forward. Calmly he said, 'Wuxin has reached the point where the bow is broken and the arrows are exhausted. I pray that the upādhyāya, out of compassion, will point out a place of peace and joy.' Baojue said, 'When a single speck of dust flies up, it eclipses the heavens; when a single mustard seed falls, it covers the earth. The place of peace and joy particularly shuns the senior monk's heap of knick-knacks. You must thoroughly put to death the entire mind held over incalculable kalpas; only then will it do.' Xin scurried out. One day while sitting quietly on the lower bench, it happened that the prior was beating an attendant. Hearing the sound of the staff, Xin suddenly attained great awakening. He sprang up vigorously, forgetting to put on his shoes, and rushed to the abbot's quarters to see Baojue. He boasted of himself, saying, 'People throughout the world are merely those who have learned it; I am one who has awakened to it!' Baojue laughed and said, 'Passing at the head of the list in the selection of Buddhas—how could anyone be equal to that?' From then on Xin called himself the Old Man with a Dead Mind (Sixin Sou) and inscribed his dwelling 'Dead Mind Room,' marking his awakening. After some time, he traveled west of the Xiang River. At that time, Chan Master Zhe was in charge of Yuelu. Xin went to call on him. Zhe asked, 'Is it ordinary or is it sage?' He replied, 'Neither ordinary nor sage.' Zhe said, 'What is it?' He replied, 'Look higher.' Zhe said, 'If so, then clouds rise over the Southern Mountain, and rain falls on the Northern Mountain.' He replied, 'Tell me for now, is it ordinary or sage?' Zhe said, 'What can be done about the vast boundless above the head and the vast boundless beneath the feet?' Xin looked up at the roof and sighed. Zhe said, 'Short of breath enough to kill someone!' He replied, 'Just so!' shook his sleeves, and walked right out. He called on Chan Master Fachang Yu. Yu asked, 'Where have you recently come from?' He replied, 'I have come from Huanglong.' Yu said, 'Did you also see Chan Master Xin?' He replied, 'I saw him.' Yu said, 'Where did you see him?' He replied, 'I saw him where congee is eaten and rice is eaten.' Yu thrust the fire tongs into the brazier and said, 'What about this one?' Xin pulled out the fire tongs and walked away. Xin first resided at Yunyan, and soon moved to Cuiyan. At Cuiyan there had previously been an illicit shrine. For the local people's sacrifices with wine and sacrificial meats, not a day passed without foul defilement. Xin admonished the prior to tear it down. The prior declined, not daring to invite disaster. Xin angrily said, 'Even if it can bring disaster, I will bear it myself.' He then personally tore it down. Soon a giant python coiled and lay inside, raising its head as if to swallow him. Xin shouted at it, and it fled. Xin slept peacefully without incident. Not long after, he took charge of Yunyan once again. A scriptural repository was constructed, and the Grand Historian Huang Tingjian composed an inscription for it. Someone had their parent's epitaph engraved on the reverse of the stele. Xin cursed furiously, saying, 'To insult and outrage like this without fearing disaster!' Before his words were finished, flashes of lightning rolled across the roof, and a thunderbolt struck entering through the doorway, splitting the reverse of the stele down the middle. Looking at it, it was already turned to ashes, while the repository's inscription remained safe and undamaged. In his later years he moved to reside at Huanglong, where students gathered like clouds. Afflicted by illness, he retired from office. Huitang made an evening visit, raised his whisk, and said, 'Look, look! When the whisk is sick, Sixin is sick; when the whisk is well, Sixin is well. The whisk pierces through Sixin, and Sixin pierces through the whisk. Right at such a time, if you call it a whisk, it is Sixin again; if you call it Sixin, it is a whisk again. In the end, what do you call it?' After a long pause, he said, 'Do not bring right and wrong to discriminate me; this floating life's forced interpretations have nothing to do with it.' Someone begged for a final phrase. Xin gave him a verse, saying: 'For the very last phrase, / The mind-path must be cut off completely. / Once the six sense gates are empty, / The myriad dharmas have no arising or ceasing. / When you penetrate to its source here, / There is no need to seek liberation. / All my life I loved rebuking people, / Only for lasting joy.' On the evening of the thirteenth day of the twelfth month in the fifth year of the Zhenghe era, he gave an informal discourse and spoke the verse. On the fifteenth day, he passed away peacefully while seated. When the news of his death was heard, patch-robed monks from all directions wept and shed tears for him. After cremation, five-colored relics were obtained. He lived seventy-two years and had passed forty-five summer retreats. A stūpa was built behind Huitang's.