續傳燈錄 31.19

31.19

鎮江府焦山或庵師體禪師。台州羅氏子。上堂。舉臨濟示眾四喝公案。乃召眾曰。這箇公案天下老宿拈掇甚多。弟恐皆未盡善。焦山不免四稜著地。與諸人分明注解一遍。如何是踞地師子咄。如何是金剛王寶劍咄。如何是探竿影草咄。如何是一喝不作一喝用咄。若也未會拄杖子與焦山吐露看。卓一下曰。笑裏有刀。又卓一下曰。毒蛇無眼。又卓一下曰。忍俊不禁。又卓一下曰。出門是路。更有一機舉話。長老也理會不得。上堂。年年浴佛在今朝。目擊迦維路不遙。果是當時曾示現。宜乎惡水驀頭澆。上堂。熱月須搖扇。寒來旋著衣。若言空過日。大似不知時。上堂。道生一。無角鐵牛眠少室。一生二。祖父開田說大義。二生三。梁間紫燕語呢喃。三生萬物。男兒活計離窠窟。多處添少處減。大蟲怕喫生人膽。有若無實若虛。爭掩驪龍明月珠。是則是。秖如焦山坐斷諸方舌頭一句。作麼生道。肚無偏僻病。不怕冷油虀。拍禪床下座。僧問。如何是即心即佛。師曰。鼎州出獰爭神。曰如何是非心非佛。師曰。閩蜀同風。曰如何是不是心不是佛不是物。師曰。窮坑難滿。問起滅不停時如何。師曰。謝供養。問我有沒絃琴。久居在曠野。不是不會彈。未遇知音者。知音既遇。未審如何品弄。師曰。鐘作鐘鳴。鼓作鼓響。曰雲門放洞山三頓棒意旨如何。師曰。和身倒和身攂。曰飯袋子江西湖南便恁麼去又作麼生。師曰。淚出痛膓。曰真金須是紅爐煆。白玉還他妙手磨。師曰。添一點也難為。室中常舉苕帚柄問學者曰。依稀苕帚柄。髣髴赤斑蛇。眾皆下語不契。有僧請益。師示以頌曰。依稀苕帚柄。髣髴赤斑蛇。棒下無生忍。臨機不識爺。淳熙己亥八月朔示微疾。染翰別郡守曾公。逮夜半書偈辭眾曰。鐵樹開華。雄雞生卵。七十二年。搖籃繩斷。擲筆云寂。

Chan Master Huo'an Shitil of Jiaoshan in Zhenjiang Prefecture was a son of the Luo family of Taizhou. Ascending the hall, he cited the gong'an of Linji's four shouts shown to the assembly. Then he called to the assembly and said: "The venerable elders throughout the realm have brought up and expounded this gong'an extensively, but I fear none has brought it to complete perfection. Jiaoshan cannot avoid going all out on hands and knees to comment on and explain it clearly once for you all: What is 'the crouching lion'? Bah! What is 'the diamond king's jeweled sword'? Bah! What is 'the probing pole and shadowing grass'? Bah! What is 'one shout that is not used as a shout'? Bah! If you still do not understand, let the staff express it for Jiaoshan!" Striking once, he said, "A knife concealed in a smile." Striking once again, he said, "A poisonous snake with no eyes." Striking once again, he said, "Unable to contain one's laughter." Striking once again, he said, "Stepping out the door is the road. There is yet another dynamic device, but even the venerable abbot cannot comprehend it." Ascending the hall: "Year after year, bathing the Buddha falls on this day; / Look directly at Kapilavastu—the road is not far. / If indeed he actually manifested at that time, / It is quite right that foul water be poured over his head." Ascending the hall: "In the hot months, one must wave a fan; / When cold arrives, put on more clothes. / If you say you spend your days in vain, / It is much like not knowing the seasons." Ascending the hall: "The Way gave birth to one: / The hornless iron ox sleeps at Shaoshi. / One gave birth to two: / Grandfather clears the fields and explains the great principle. / Two gave birth to three: / Between the rafters, purple swallows twitter and chirp. / Three gave birth to the ten thousand things: / A real man's livelihood leaves the nest behind. / Add where there is much, subtract where there is little; / The tiger is afraid to eat the gall of living people. / Existence is like non-existence; fullness is like emptiness— / How can one obscure the black dragon's bright moon pearl? / True as it may be, what about Jiaoshan's single phrase that cuts off the tongues of all quarters? How do you say it? When the belly has no perverse ailment, one does not fear cold, oily pickles." He slapped the meditation bed and stepped down from the seat. A monk asked, "What is 'mind itself is Buddha'?" The Master said, "Dingzhou produces fierce and contentious deities." "What is 'neither mind nor Buddha'?" The Master said, "Min and Shu share the same wind." "What is 'neither mind, nor Buddha, nor things'?" The Master said, "A bottomless pit is hard to fill." A monk asked, "What is it like when arising and ceasing do not stop?" The Master said, "Thank you for the offering." A monk asked, "I have a stringless zither; it has long rested in the wilderness. It is not that I do not know how to play it, but that I have not yet met one who understands its music. Now that I have met one who understands, I wonder how it should be played?" The Master said, "The bell rings as a bell; the drum sounds as a drum." "What was the meaning of Yunmen giving Dongshan three rounds of thirty blows?" The Master said, "Falling flat on one's body, rolling all over." "What about the rice-bag monks going off like that to Jiangxi and Hunan?" The Master said, "Tears flow from a broken heart." "Real gold must be forged in a red-hot furnace; white jade must be polished by an expert's hand." The Master said, "Even adding a single speck would be difficult." In the abbot's room, he would often hold up a broom handle and ask students, "Vaguely resembling a broom handle; faintly like a red-speckled snake." The assembly's turning words were never in accord. When a monk asked for further instruction, the Master showed him a verse: "Vaguely resembling a broom handle; / Faintly like a red-speckled snake. / Under the stick is the tolerance of non-arising; / Meeting the occasion, one does not recognize one's own father." In the eighth month, the new moon, of the jihai year of the Chunxi era, he manifested a slight illness. Dipping his brush, he took leave of Governor Zeng. Towards midnight, he wrote a verse to bid farewell to the assembly: "The iron tree blooms; / The rooster lays an egg. / Seventy-two years— / The cradle string snaps." Dropping the brush, he passed away in stillness.