續傳燈錄 7.13

7.13

潭州道吾悟真禪師上堂。古今日月依舊山河。若明得去十方薄伽梵一路涅槃門。若明不得謗斯經故獲罪如是。上堂。師子兒哮吼。龍馬駒𨁝跳。古佛鏡中明三山孤月皎。遂作舞下座。上堂。舉洞山道。五臺山上雲蒸飯。佛殿階前狗尿天。剎竿頭上煎䭔子。三箇猢猻夜簸錢。老僧即不然。三面狸奴脚踏月。兩頭白牯手拏煙。戴冠碧兔立庭柏。脫殼烏龜飛上天。老僧葛藤盡被汝諸人覷破了也。洞山老人甚是奇特。雖然如是。秖行得三步四步。且不過七跳八跳。且道誵訛在甚麼處。老僧今日不惜眉毛一時布施。良久曰。丁寧損君德。無言真有功。任從滄海變。終不為君通。問凝然便會時如何。師曰。老鼠尾上帶研槌。問如何是真如體。師曰。夜叉屈膝眼睛黑。曰如何是真如用。師曰。金剛杵打鐵山摧。問如何是常照。師曰。針鋒上須彌。曰如何是寂照。師曰。眉毛裏海水。曰如何是本來照。師曰。草鞋裏𨁝跳。僧退。師曰。寂照常照本來照。草鞋底下常𨁝跳。更會針鋒上須彌。眉毛水中常渺渺。問如何是佛。師曰。洞庭無蓋。上堂。山前麥熟廬陵米價。鎮州蘿菔更有一般。良久曰。時挑野菜和根煮。旋斫生柴帶葉燒。上堂。古人道。認著依前還不是。實難會。土宿頷下髭鬚多。波斯眼深鼻孔大。甚奇怪。歘然透過新羅界。問僧。甚處來。曰堂中來。師曰。聖僧道甚麼。僧近前不審。師曰。東家作驢西家作馬。曰過在甚麼處。師曰。萬里崖州。師不安。僧問。和尚近日尊位如何。師曰。粥飯頭不了事。僧無語。師鳴指一下。上堂。普化明打暗打。布袋橫撒竪撒。石室行者踏碓。因甚忘却下脚。問如何是第一玄。師曰。釋尊光射阿難肩。曰如何是第二玄。師曰。孤輪眾象攢。曰如何是第三玄。師曰。泣向枯桑淚漣漣。曰如何是第一要。師曰。最好精麁照。曰如何是第二要。師曰。閃電乾坤光晃耀。曰如何是第三要。師曰。路夾青松老。上堂舉。僧問首山。如何是佛。山曰。新婦騎驢阿家牽。師曰。手提巴鼻脚踏尾。仰面看天聽流水。天明送出路傍邊。夜靜還歸茅屋裏。

Chan Master Wuzhen of Daowu in Tanzhou ascended the hall: "The sun and moon of past and present; the mountains and rivers as of old. If you can comprehend this, the Bhagavats of the ten directions [walk] the single road to the gate of nirvāṇa. If you cannot comprehend this, 'Because of slandering this sūtra, one incurs such retribution.'"

He ascended the hall: "The lion cub roars; the dragon steed leaps. The ancient Buddha shines in the mirror; over the three mountains, the solitary moon is bright." He then danced and stepped down from the seat.

He ascended the hall and brought up Dongshan's words: "'On Mount Wutai, clouds steam the rice; before the steps of the Buddha hall, a dog pisses at heaven. Atop the temple flagpole, round cakes are fried; three macaques toss coins in the night.' This old monk is not like that: 'A three-faced civet treads on the moon; a two-headed white ox grasps smoke in its hand. A crown-wearing blue-green rabbit stands by the courtyard cypress; a shelled tortoise sheds its armor and flies into the sky.' This old monk's entangling vines have been entirely seen through by all of you. Old Dongshan was exceedingly extraordinary; even so, he could only take three or four steps, and could not exceed seven or eight leaps. Tell me, where does the discrepancy lie? Today this old monk will not begrudge his eyebrows, giving away everything at once." After a long pause, he said:
"Exhortations impair your virtue;
Silence truly possesses merit.
Let the azure sea turn to dust,
To the end I will never open a passage for you."

A monk asked, "What is it like when one understands right in the midst of stillness?"
The Master said, "A pestle tied to a mouse's tail."
He asked, "What is the substance of tathatā?"
The Master said, "A yakṣa kneeling on his knees, his eyes pitch-black."
He asked, "What is the function of tathatā?"
The Master said, "The vajra pestle strikes, and the iron mountain crumbles."
He asked, "What is constant illumination?"
The Master said, "Mount Sumeru atop the tip of a needle."
He asked, "What is silent illumination?"
The Master said, "Ocean water within the eyebrows."
He asked, "What is fundamental illumination?"
The Master said, "Leaping within straw sandals."
The monk stepped back. The Master said:
"Silent illumination, constant illumination, and fundamental illumination;
Beneath the straw sandals, constantly leaping.
Understand further Mount Sumeru atop the needle's tip;
Within the water of the eyebrows, constantly boundless and vague."

A monk asked, "What is the Buddha?"
The Master said, "Dongting Lake has no lid."

He ascended the hall: "The wheat is ripe in front of the mountain; the price of rice in Luling; the radishes of Zhenzhou—there is still something else." After a long pause, he said, "At times dig wild herbs and boil them with the roots; chop green firewood right away and burn it with the leaves."

He ascended the hall: "An ancient said, 'If you recognize it, after all it is still not it.' Truly difficult to understand! The bearded chin of Saturn has much hair; the Persian's eyes are deep and his nostrils large. Exceedingly bizarre! Suddenly passing through the border of Silla."

He asked a monk, "Where do you come from?"
The monk said, "From the hall."
The Master said, "What does the holy monk say?"
The monk stepped forward to inquire after him. The Master said, "Making a donkey in the eastern house, making a horse in the western house."
The monk said, "Where does the fault lie?"
The Master said, "Ten thousand miles to Yaizhou."

The Master was unwell. A monk asked, "Upādhyāya, how is your honored person of late?"
The Master said, "The rice-gruel officer has not settled the matter."
The monk was speechless. The Master snapped his fingers once.

He ascended the hall: "Puhua strikes in the light and strikes in the dark; Budai scatters crosswise and scatters lengthwise. When the stone-room postulant trod the pestle, why did he forget to put down his feet?"

A monk asked, "What is the first mystery?"
The Master said, "The World-Honoured One's light shines on Ānanda's shoulder."
He asked, "What is the second mystery?"
The Master said, "The solitary disc [surrounded by] a crowd of myriad images."
He asked, "What is the third mystery?"
The Master said, "Weeping toward the withered mulberry, tears flowing streaming."
He asked, "What is the first essential?"
The Master said, "It is best when fine and coarse are both illumined."
He asked, "What is the second essential?"
The Master said, "Lightning flashes across heaven and earth, its radiance brilliant."
He asked, "What is the third essential?"
The Master said, "The path flanked by aged green pines."

He ascended the hall and brought up: A monk asked Shoushan, "What is the Buddha?" Shoushan said, "The bride rides the donkey; the mother-in-law leads it." The Master said:
"Holding the nose with the hand, stepping on the tail with the foot;
Facing up to look at heaven, listening to flowing water.
At dawn, sent off by the roadside;
In the quiet of night, returning into the thatched hut."