[Pramāṇa](https://indike.org/pramana/) › [Indian literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in) › [Buddhist Literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha) › [Taishō Tripiṭaka (Chinese Buddhist canon)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho) › [續傳燈錄](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077) › 7.20 # 續傳燈錄 7.20 續傳燈錄 7.20 - **Language:** Classical Chinese ### [7.20](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.20) 安吉州廣法院源禪師。僧問。如何是祖師西來意。師曰。磚頭瓦片。問鬧中取靜時如何。師曰。冤不可結。問如何是正法眼。師曰。眉毛下。曰便與麼會時如何。師曰。瞳兒笑點頭。問如何是向上事。師曰。日月星辰。曰如何是向下事。師曰。地獄鑊湯。問萬里無雲時如何。師曰。猢猻忍餓。曰乞師拯濟。師曰。甚麼火色。問古人拈槌舉拂意旨如何。師曰。白日無閑人。曰如何承當。師曰。如風過耳。問握劍當胸時如何。師曰。老鴉成隊。曰正是和尚見處。師曰。蛇穿鼻孔。僧拂袖便出。師曰。大眾相逢。問從上諸聖向甚麼處行履。師曰。十字街頭。曰與麼則敗缺也。師曰。知爾不到這田地。曰到後如何。師曰。家常茶飯。問祖意教意是同是別。師曰。乾薑附子。曰與麼則不同也。師曰。氷片雪團。上堂。春雨微微簷頭水滴。聞聲不悟歸堂面壁。上堂。若論大道直教杼山無開口處。爾諸人試開口看。僧便問。如何是大道。師曰。擔不起。曰為甚麼擔不起。師曰。大道。上堂。若論此事切莫道著。道著即頭角生。有僧出曰。頭角生也。師曰。禍事。曰某甲罪過。師曰龍頭蛇尾。伏惟珍重。師元豐八年十月十二晚忽書偈曰。雪鬢霜髭九九年。半肩毳衲盡諸緣。廓然笑指浮雲散。玉兔流光照大千。擲筆而寂。 > Chan Master Yuan of Guangfa Temple in Anji Prefecture. A monk asked, "What is the meaning of the Patriarch's coming from the West?" > The Master said, "Bricks and broken tiles." > He asked, "What is it like when finding stillness in the midst of clamor?" > The Master said, "Enmity must not be formed." > He asked, "What is the correct Dharma eye?" > The Master said, "Beneath the eyebrows." > He asked, "What is it like when one understands it just so?" > The Master said, "The pupils smile and nod." > He asked, "What is the matter of transcendence?" > The Master said, "The sun, moon, and stars." > He asked, "What is the matter of condescension?" > The Master said, "The boiling cauldrons of the hells." > He asked, "What is it like when there are no clouds for ten thousand miles?" > The Master said, "The macaque endures hunger." > He said, "I beg the Master to save and relieve me." > The Master said, "What color of fire is that?" > He asked, "What was the ancient's intention in taking up the mallet and raising the fly-whisk?" > The Master said, "In broad daylight there are no idle people." > He asked, "How should one take responsibility for it?" > The Master said, "Like wind passing the ears." > He asked, "What is it like when gripping a sword against one's chest?" > The Master said, "Old crows in flocks." > He said, "This is precisely the Upādhyāya's insight." > The Master said, "A snake pierces the nostrils." The monk flicked his sleeves and went out. The Master said, "Met by the assembly." > He asked, "Where do the sages from of old walk?" > The Master said, "At the crossroads." > He asked, "If so, is there not failure and ruin?" > The Master said, "I know you have not reached this realm." > He asked, "What about after reaching it?" > The Master said, "Everyday tea and rice." > He asked, "Are the Patriarch's intention and the scriptural intention the same or different?" > The Master said, "Dried ginger and aconite." > He said, "If so, they are not the same." > The Master said, "Ice flakes and snowballs." > > He ascended the hall: "The spring rain drizzles, water dripping from the eaves. Hearing the sound without awakening, return to the hall and face the wall." > > He ascended the hall: "If we discuss the Great Way, it would make Zhushan have no place to open his mouth. Try to open your mouths and see, all of you." A monk then asked, "What is the Great Way?" The Master said, "It cannot be shouldered." He asked, "Why can it not be shouldered?" The Master said, "The Great Way." > > He ascended the hall: "If we discuss this matter, by all means do not speak of it; if you speak of it, horns will grow on your head." A monk came forward and said, "Horns have grown!" The Master said, "A disaster!" The monk said, "My fault." The Master said, "Dragon's head and snake's tail. Respectfully, take care!" > > On the evening of the twelfth day of the tenth month in the eighth year of Yuanfeng, the Master suddenly wrote a verse: > "Snowy temples and frosty whiskers for ninety-nine years; > A half-shoulder woolen patchwork robe exhausts all conditions. > Laughing openly, I point to the floating clouds dispersing; > The jade rabbit's flowing radiance illumines the great thousand \[worlds\]." > He threw down his brush and passed away in stillness. > — English (machine translation) (machine translation) - [Previous: 7.19](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.19) - [Next: 7.21](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.21) - [Up: 7](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7) ## Translations (1) - [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077~en-mt.7.20) — English, machine translation --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.20](https://indike.org/pramana/in.bauddha.taisho.2077.7.20) · Pramāṇa