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title: "五燈會元 · 洪州法昌倚遇禪師"
description: "五燈會元由宋代高僧普濟編撰，成書於南宋淳祐年間，是中國禪宗重要典籍之一。該書彙編了禪宗五家七宗的傳法譜系與公案語錄，包括法眼、雲門、曹洞、臨濟、溈仰五宗祖師的機鋒對話與悟道因緣，系統整理了禪宗從初祖達摩至唐宋時期的發展脈絡。全書共二十卷，以燈燈相傳為喻，展現了禪宗心法傳承的歷史軌跡。作為研究唐宋禪宗思想的核心文獻，五燈會元不僅是佛教史學的重要資料，更是禪門修行者參究心性的權威指南，在中國佛教史上具有不可替代的地位。"
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### 洪州法昌倚遇禪師

> Master Yiyu of Fachang in Hongzhou

漳州林氏子。幼棄家。依郡之崇福得度。有大志。自受具游方。名著叢席。浮山遠和尚嘗指謂人曰。此後學行脚樣子也。參北禪。禪問。近離甚處。師曰。福嚴。禪曰。思大鼻孔長多少。師曰。與和尚當時見底一般。禪曰。汝道我見時長多少。師曰。和尚大似不曾到福嚴。禪曰。學語之流。又問。來時馬大師安樂否。師曰。安樂。禪曰。向汝道甚麼。師曰。教和尚莫亂統。禪曰。念汝新到。不能打得你。師曰。某甲亦放和尚過。茶罷。禪問。鄉里甚處。師曰。漳州。禪曰。三平在彼作甚處。師曰。說禪說道。禪曰。年多少。師曰。與露柱齊年。禪曰。有露柱且從。無露柱年多少。師曰。無露柱。一年也不少。禪曰。夜半放烏鷄。師留北禪最久。於是師資敲唱。妙出一時。晚至西山。睠雙嶺深𨗉。棲息三年。始應法昌之請。師在雙嶺受請。與英勝二首座相別。曰。三年聚首。無事不知。檢點將來。不無滲漏。以拄杖畫一畫。曰。這箇即且止。宗門事作麼生。英曰。須彌安鼻孔。師曰。恁麼則臨崖看滸眼。特地一場愁。英曰。深沙努眼睛。師曰。爭奈聖凡無異路。方便有多門。英曰。鐵蛇鑽不入。師曰。這般漢有甚共語處。英曰。自緣根力淺。莫怨太陽春。却畫一畫。曰。宗門事且止。這箇事作麼生。師便掌。英曰。這漳州子。莫無去就。師曰。你這般見解。不打更待何時。又打。英曰。也是老僧招得。上堂。祖師西來。特唱此事。祇要時人知有。如貧子衣珠。不從人得。三世諸佛。祇是弄珠底人。十地菩薩。祇是求珠底人。汝等正是竛竮乞丐。懷寶迷󳬛。靈利漢纔聞舉著。眨上眉毛。便知落處。若更踏步向前。不如䇿杖歸山去。長嘯一聲煙霧深。示眾。我要一箇不會禪底作國師。上堂。汝若退身千尺。我便當處生芽。汝若覿面相呈。我便藏身露影。汝若春池拾礫。我便撒下明珠。直得水灑不著。風吹不入。如箇無孔鐵鎚相似。且道法昌還有為人處也無。良久曰。利刀割肉瘡猶合。惡語傷人恨不銷。上堂。春山青。春水綠。一覺南柯夢初足。携笻縱步出松門。是處桃英香馥郁。因思昔日靈雲老。三十年來無處討。如今競愛摘楊花。紅香滿地無人掃。上堂。拈起拄杖曰。我若拈起。你便喚作先照後用。我若放下。你便喚作先用後照。我若擲下。你便喚作照用同時。忽然不拈不放。你向甚麼處卜度。直饒會得倜儻分明。若遇臨濟德山。便須腦門會地。且道伊有甚麼長處。良久曰。曾經大海休誇水。除却須彌不是山。上堂。夜半烏鷄誰捉去。石女無端遭指注。空王令下急搜求。唯心便作軍中主。雲門長驅。溈山隊伍。列五位槍旗。布三玄戈弩。藥山持刀。青原荷斧。石鞏彎弓。禾山打鼓。陣排雪嶺長蛇。兵屯黃檗飛虎。木馬帶毛烹。泥牛和角煑。賞三軍。犒師旅。打葛藤。分露布。截海颺塵。橫山簸土。擊玄關。除徼路。多少平人受辛苦。無邊剎海競紛紛。三界聖凡無覓處。無覓處。還知否。昨夜雲收天宇寬。依然帶月啼高樹。上堂。閑來祇麼坐。拍手誰賡和。回頭忽見簸箕星。水墨觀音解推磨。拍手一下曰。還會麼。八十翁翁雖皓首。看看不見老人容。上堂。法昌今日開爐。行脚僧無一箇。唯有十八高人。緘口圍爐打坐。不是規矩嚴難。免見諸人話墮。直饒口似秤鎚。未免燈籠勘破。不知道絕功勳。妄自修因證果。喝曰。但能一念回光。定脫一乘羈鎻。黃龍南禪師至。上堂。拏雲攫浪數如麻。點著銅睛眼便花。除却黃龍頭角外。自餘渾是赤斑蛇。法昌小剎。路遠山遙。景物蕭疎。游人罕到。敢謂黃龍禪師曲賜光臨。不唯泉石生輝。亦乃人天欣悅。然雲行雨施。自古自今。其奈爐鞴之所。鈍鐵尤多。良醫之門。病者愈甚。瘥病須求靈藥。銷頑必藉金錘。法昌這裏。有幾箇垛根阿師。病者病在膏肓。頑者頑入骨髓。若非黃龍老漢到來。總是虗生浪死。拈拄杖曰。要會麼。打麵還他州土麥。唱歌須是帝鄉人。僧問。古鏡未磨時如何。師曰。却須磨取。曰。未審如何下手。師曰。鏡在甚麼處。僧遂作一圓相。師便打曰。這漆桶。碌甎也不識。師與感首座歲夜喫湯次。座曰。昔日北禪分歲。曾烹露地白牛。和尚今夜分歲。有何施設。師曰。臘雪連山白。春風透戶寒。座曰。大眾喫箇甚麼。師曰。莫嫌冷淡無滋味。一飽能消萬劫飢。座曰。未審是甚麼人置辦。師曰。無慚愧漢。來處也不知。英勝二首座到山相訪。英曰。和尚尋常愛點檢諸方。今日因甚麼却來古廟裏作活計。師曰。打草祇要蛇驚。英曰。莫塗糊人好。師曰。你又刺頭入膠盆作甚麼。英曰。古人道。我見兩個泥牛鬬入海。所以住此山。未審和尚見箇甚麼。師曰。你他時異日。有把茆葢頭。人或問你。作麼生祇對。英曰。山頭不如嶺尾。師曰。你且道。還當得住山事也無。英曰。使钁不及拖犂。師曰。還曾夢見古人麼。英曰。和尚作麼生。師展兩手。英曰。鰕跳不出斗。師曰。休將三寸燭。擬比太陽輝。英曰。爭奈公案見在。師曰。亂統禪和。如麻似粟。龍圖徐公禧布衣時。與師往來。為法喜之游。師將化前一日。作偈遺之曰。今年七十七。出行須擇日。昨夜問龜哥。報道明朝吉。徐覽偈聳然。邀靈源清禪師同往。師方坐寢室。以院務誡知事曰。吾住此山二十三年。護惜常住。每自蒞之。今行矣。汝輩著精彩。言畢。舉拄杖曰。且道這箇分付阿誰。徐與靈源皆屏息。遂擲杖投牀。枕臂而化。

> The subject was a native of Zhangzhou, with the family name Lin. As a child, he left home and was ordained at Chongfu Temple in the prefecture. He had great aspirations. After receiving the full precepts, he traveled widely, and his name became renowned in monastic circles. Master Fu Shan Yuan once pointed him out to others, saying, "This young practitioner is a model for those who travel in search of the Way." He went to study under Master Bei Chan. Chan asked, "Where have you come from recently?" The teacher replied, "Fu Yan." Chan asked, "How long is the nose of Great Master Si?" The teacher replied, "It is the same length as when you saw it, Venerable." Chan asked, "How long did you say it was when I saw it?" The teacher replied, "Venerable, it seems you have never been to Fu Yan." Chan said, "A follower of parrot talk." Then he asked, "When you came, was Master Ma Zu peaceful?" The teacher replied, "Peaceful." Chan asked, "What did he tell you?" The teacher replied, "He told you, Venerable, not to make a fuss." Chan said, "Considering you are newly arrived, I will not hit you." The teacher replied, "I will also let you off, Venerable." After tea, Chan asked, "Where is your hometown?" The teacher replied, "Zhangzhou." Chan asked, "What is Sanping doing there?" The teacher replied, "He expounds Chan and expounds the Way." Chan asked, "How old is he?" The teacher replied, "He is the same age as the pillar." Chan said, "If there is a pillar, I'll accept that. But without the pillar, how old is he?" The teacher replied, "Without the pillar, he is not a year less." Chan said, "A black rooster released at midnight." The teacher stayed at Bei Chan for a long time, and the master-student interaction was truly remarkable, excelling in its time. Later, he went to Xishan, and fondly saw Shuangling as deep and quiet. He stayed there for three years before accepting the invitation from Fachang. When he was at Shuangling, he said farewell to the two head monks, Ying and Sheng. "We have been together for three years, and nothing is unknown. But scrutinizing things, there are no leaks." He drew a line with his staff and said, "Let's put aside this matter. What about the matter of the Chan school?" Ying said, "Mount Sumeru gets a nose." The teacher said, "In that case, standing at the cliff and seeing the swirling water—a special occasion for worry." Ying said, "The deep sand opens its eyes." The teacher said, "What can we do? Saints and ordinary beings are not different in paths, but there are many expedient means." Ying said, "The iron snake cannot penetrate." The teacher said, "What common ground is there to discuss with such a fellow?" Ying said, "The roots are shallow; don't blame the spring sun." Then he drew a line and said, "Let's put aside the matter of the Chan school. What about this matter?" The teacher then slapped him. Ying said, "This Zhangzhou fellow has no sense of propriety." The teacher said, "With your kind of view, if I don't hit you now, when will I?" He struck him again. Ying said, "It's also this old monk who invited this." He ascended the hall and said: "When the Patriarch came from the West, he specifically proclaimed this matter, only wishing that people of the time would know it. It is like the poor man's jewel in his robe—it is not obtained from others. The Buddhas of the three times are just those who play with the jewel. The Bodhisattvas of the ten stages are just those who seek the jewel. You are like wandering beggars, holding a treasure but lost. A clever person, upon hearing a single mention, can raise his eyebrows and know the exact spot. If you take another step forward, better to lean on a staff and return to the mountains, giving a long whistle into the deep mist." He addressed the assembly: "I want someone who does not understand Chan to be the national teacher." He ascended the hall and said: "If you retreat a thousand feet, I will grow a sprout right there. If you present yourself face to face, I will hide the body and reveal the shadow. If you pick up pebbles from a spring pond, I will cast bright pearls. Until it is so that water cannot wet it and wind cannot enter it, like an iron hammer without a hole, tell me, does Fachang still have a way to help people?" After a long pause: "A sharp knife cuts flesh, but the wound still heals; evil words hurt people, and the grudge is never dissolved." He ascended the hall and said: "Spring mountains are green, spring waters are blue. The dream of Nanke just ends, then with staff in hand, I stroll out of the pine gate. Everywhere the peach blossoms are fragrant. I recall the old Master Lingyun, who for thirty years found no place to seek. Now everyone loves to pick the willow flowers—the red fragrance fills the ground, but no one sweeps them up." He ascended the hall and raised his staff: "If I raise it, you call it 'illuminating first, then functioning.' If I put it down, you call it 'functioning first, then illuminating.' If I throw it away, you call it 'illumination and function simultaneously.' But if suddenly I neither raise nor put it down, where would you calculate that? Even if you understand it clearly, if you met Linji or Deshan, you would have to meet them with your head on the ground. Tell me, what is their strong point?" After a long pause: "Having once crossed the great sea, don't boast of water. Apart from Sumeru, there is no mountain." He ascended the hall and said: "The black rooster at midnight—who caught it? The stone woman is inexplicably pointed at. The command from the King of Emptiness goes out to search urgently—only Mind becomes the leader in the army. Yunmen marches far, Weishan forms the ranks. Set up the flags of the Five Ranks, lay out the spears of the Three Mysteries. Yaoshan holds the knife, Qingyuan carries the axe. Shigong bends his bow, Heshan beats the drum. The formation is set, a long snake of snow peaks; the troops are stationed at Huangbo, flying tigers. Wooden horses are boiled with their hair, clay oxen are cooked with their horns. Reward the army, feast the troops. Pull the vines, distribute the proclamation. Stir dust across the sea, winnow rocks across the mountain. Strike the mysterious gate, clear the outposts. How many common people suffer hardship! The boundless realms of worlds are bustling and confused—in the three realms, sages and ordinary beings have nowhere to be found. Nowhere to be found—do you know? Last night the clouds cleared and the sky widened, but still the moon hangs high in the trees, crying." He ascended the hall and said: "In leisure, I just sit here. Who claps in harmony? Turning the head, suddenly seeing the winnowing-basket star, a water-ink Guanyin understanding how to push a mill." He clapped once and said: "Do you understand? A man of eighty with white hair—look, look, already gone the old man's face." He ascended the hall and said: "Fachang today lights the furnace. There is not a single traveling monk—only eighteen lofty men, closing their mouths, sit around the furnace in meditation. It is not that the rules are severe and difficult; but I fear you will fall into the error of words. Even if your mouth were like a weighing stone, it's hard to avoid the lantern's rebuke. You don't know the Way beyond merit—rashly cultivating causes and realizing fruits." He shouted: "If you can, in one thought, turn the light back, you will definitely be freed from the chains of the one vehicle." When Chan Master Huanglong Nan arrived, he ascended the hall and said: "Grasping clouds, churning waves—innumerable as flax. Touch them, and the copper eyes see flowers. Except for Huanglong's horns and head, the rest are entirely red-spotted snakes. Fachang is a small monastery, far away, with distant mountains. The scenery is barren, and travelers rarely come. Yet I dare say Master Huanglong has graciously visited—not only do the springs and stones shine, but humans and devas are delighted. However, clouds move and rain falls, from ancient times to now. What can be done? In the smithy, there is especially much dull iron; at the door of the good physician, the sick are even more numerous. To cure illness, you must seek the miraculous medicine; to dissolve hardness, you must use the golden hammer. Here at Fachang, there are several blockhead monks—sickness rooted in the vital region, hardness penetrated to the marrow. If not for old Huanglong's arrival, they would all be living in vain and dying in vain." He raised his staff and said: "Do you want to understand? The flour is made from the local wheat; the song must be sung by one from the capital." A monk asked, "Before the ancient mirror is polished, what is it like?" The teacher said, "Then you must polish it." The monk said, "How should one go about it?" The teacher said, "Where is the mirror?" The monk then made a circle with his hands. The teacher struck him and said, "This dark fellow—you don't even recognize a tile." The teacher was drinking soup with Head Monk Gan on New Year's Eve. The head monk said, "In the old days, North Chan on the last day of the year used to cook the white ox in the open air. Now tonight, what will you offer, Venerable?" The teacher said, "Winter snow covers the mountains white; the spring breeze blows through the door, cold." The head monk said, "What do the great assembly eat?" The teacher said, "Don't mind the plain flavor—a single meal can satisfy ten thousand eons of hunger." The head monk said, "And who, may I ask, prepared it?" The teacher said, "Shameless fellow—you don't even know where it came from." The two head monks, Ying and Sheng, came to visit the mountain. Ying said, "The Venerable always likes to examine the other quarter. Why today have you come to this ancient temple to make a living?" The teacher said, "Strike the grass only to startle the snake." Ying said, "Don't muddy the waters, will you?" The teacher said, "Why do you again stick your head into the glue pot?" Ying said, "The ancients said, 'I see two clay oxen fighting into the sea, so I dwell on this mountain.' May I ask what you see, Venerable?" The teacher said, "In days to come, when you have a thatch over your head, if someone asks you, how will you answer?" Ying said, "The mountaintop is not as good as the base of the ridge." The teacher said, "Tell me, does that fit dwelling on a mountain?" Ying said, "Using the hoe is not as good as dragging the plow." The teacher said, "Have you ever dreamed of the ancients?" Ying said, "What about you, Venerable?" The teacher spread his two hands. Ying said, "A shrimp can't jump out of a measure." The teacher said, "Don't use a three-inch candle to compare to the shining sun." Ying said, "But the case remains." The teacher said, "Chan fellows who make a fuss—countless like flax and millet." Dragon Diagram Official, Mr. Xu Xi, before he was in office, had been in contact with the teacher, and together they found joy in the Dharma. The day before the teacher was to pass away, he wrote a verse to bequeath to him: "This year, seventy-seven—for travel, must choose the day. Last night I asked Brother Turtle—he reported tomorrow is auspicious." Xu read the verse and was startled. He invited Chan Master Lingyuan Qing to accompany him. The teacher was sitting in his room. He addressed the superintendent about monastery affairs: "I have dwelled on this mountain for twenty-three years, cherishing the common property. I have personally attended to it. Now I depart. Do your best." When he finished, he raised his staff and said, "Tell me—to whom should this be entrusted?" Xu and Lingyuan were both breathless. Then he threw down the staff, lay down on the bed, rested his head on his arm, and passed away.