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title: "增集續傳燈錄 · 蘇州萬壽行中至仁禪師"
description: "增集續傳燈錄由明代高僧文琇編撰，是禪宗重要史傳著作。該書成書於明初，繼承宋代傳燈錄傳統，增補元代至明初禪師語錄與行狀，記錄臨濟、曹洞等宗派傳承。內容涵蓋高僧機鋒問答、悟道因緣及法脈譜系，展現禪宗“以心傳心”的宗旨。作為續傳燈錄的擴編本，它填補了宋元至明初禪宗史料空白，對研究中國禪宗發展脈絡具有重要價值。文琇嚴謹考證，保存了大量珍貴語錄，被後世視為研究明清禪宗的重要文獻，在佛教史學與禪宗思想領域佔有獨特地位。"
url: "https://rushiwowen.co/en/r/cma8y7fxj1c5gl404zwus3qx7"
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### ○蘇州萬壽行中至仁禪師

自號澹居子。又曰熈怡叟。番陽吳氏。父仲華為江州儒學教授。師方五歲其父俾從州之報恩真牧純公。七歲得度。自幼見地頴󳫠逈出常兒。西域指空和尚赴英宗召。便道憩報恩。見師歎異曰再世人天師也。因授以戒。及持摩利胝天呪法師受真牧。囑參原叟於徑山。叟視師軒渠一笑。師罔知所以汗流浹背。失展尼師壇。叟咄曰參堂去。次日又見。叟曰爾何處人。師曰番陽人。叟曰番陽湖深多少闊多少。師展手作量勢。叟曰不是不是。師曰合取臭口。遂留侍香。繼掌外記。叟喜得師。謂其徒曰。仁書記虎而翼者也。出世蘄之德章。次住越之雲頂崇報蘇之虎丘萬壽。法道衰微。位以求得。獨師務韜晦。五名剎皆公卿敦迫而赴。故一出人皆尚之。師室中拈木枕子問僧云者箇是甚麼。僧云也知和尚老婆心切。師擲枕于地。僧擬議。師便喝出。一日云。一切眾生性清淨。因甚麼輪迴六趣。時有僧云願和尚慈悲指示。師云鉢盂口向天。上堂。竪拂子。這箇是馬祖家風。喝一喝。這箇是臨濟家風。以拂子畫一畫云。這箇是什麼家風。若到諸方不得錯舉。上堂。疊疊遠山青。迢迢江水綠。盡日小吳軒。倚䦨看不足。驀喚侍者云。收取拂子。便下座。上堂。禪性無生。離生禪想。禪性無住。離住禪寂。五臺山上雲蒸飯。佛殿階前狗尿天。剎竿頭上煎䭔子。三箇胡孫夜簸錢。師旁通外典尤𨗉於易。其所論著務在匡宗。不以此自多。若虞文靖公集黃文獻公溍張潞公翥宋侍講濂輩皆稱之。文靖見師黃州思賢寺蘇文忠公祠堂記曰。文辭簡奧有西漢風。潞國甞以詩寄。有今代能仁叟高風播海涯之句。　國朝洪武初　皇上以鬼神之理召釋氏之老問焉。師與同召者曰。鬼神之說當本佛旨以對。及為書以進。　上大悅。師暮年養閑於松林蘭若。道望益尊。人不敢叱名。咸稱曰松林和尚。十五年三月忽示疾。十九日有同參如愚仲來問訊曰。師兄時節既至矣。諸弟子在側。可不賜一言為末後訓乎。師曰。十方薄伽梵。一路涅槃門。曰與師締交五十年矣。此別直至淨土相見。師厲聲曰。盡大千界是一箇淨土。何處不相見。良久。索紙書偈已。泊然而逝。世壽七十四。﨟六十七。

> He called himself Danju Zi, and also Xiyi Sou. He was from the Wu family in Poyang. His father, Zhonghua, served as a professor of Confucian studies in Jiangzhou. When the master was only five years old, his father sent him to study under the venerable Chun of Bao'en Temple in the prefecture. At seven, he was ordained. From childhood, his insight was remarkably sharp, far surpassing that of ordinary children. When the Western region's monk Zhikong was summoned by Emperor Yingzong, he stopped by Bao'en Temple on the way. Seeing the master, he sighed in admiration and said, "This is a reincarnated teacher of humans and gods." He then gave him precepts and taught him the mantra of Marici. The master received teachings from Zhenmu and was instructed to go pay respects to Yuansou at Jingshan. When Yuansou saw the master, he let out a hearty laugh. The master, not knowing why, broke into a sweat that soaked his back, and even lost hold of his precept cloth. Yuansou scolded, "Go to the meditation hall!" The next day, the master came to see him again. Yuansou asked, "Where are you from?" The master said, "I am from Poyang." Yuansou asked, "How deep and how wide is Poyang Lake?" The master stretched out his hands as if measuring. Yuansou said, "No, no." The master said, "Shut your stinking mouth!" He then stayed on as an attendant, and later took charge of the outer secretary duties. Yuansou was delighted to have the master and told his disciples, "Secretary Ren is a tiger with wings." He left to teach at Dezhang in Qi. Next, he resided at Yunding Chongbao in Yue and Huqiu Wanshou in Su. In those days, the Dharma path was in decline, with positions sought after for personal gain. Only the master practiced humility and concealment. All five famous monasteries he led were ones he was compelled to take up at the insistence of high officials and nobles. Thus, whenever he appeared, people held him in high esteem. In his room, the master once picked up a wooden pillow and asked a monk, "What is this?" The monk said, "I know the master's heart is full of compassion." The master threw the pillow to the ground. The monk hesitated, and the master shouted him out. One day, he said, "All beings have pure nature. Why then do they revolve through the six realms?" A monk said, "I hope the master will kindly show us." The master said, "The alms bowl's mouth faces the sky." Ascending the hall, he held up a whisk and said, "This is Mazu's style." He then shouted once and said, "This is Linji's style." He drew a line with the whisk and said, "What style is this? If you go to other places, don't misrepresent this." Ascending the hall again, he said, "Layer upon layer, distant mountains are green; vast and wide, river waters are clear. All day long at the Small Wu Pavilion, leaning on the railing, I never tire of the view." Suddenly he called to his attendant, "Put away the whisk." Then he stepped down from the seat. Ascending the hall again, he said, "Chan nature is unborn, apart from the thought of Chan. Chan nature is non-abiding, apart from the stillness of Chan. On Mount Wutai, clouds steam rice. In front of the Buddha hall, dog urine falls from the sky. On the flagpole, someone fries cakes. Three monkeys gamble coins at night." The master was also versed in secular classics, especially the I Ching. His writings were aimed at supporting the tradition, not at self-aggrandizement. Scholars such as Yu Ji, Huang Jin, Zhang Zhu, and Song Lian all praised him. When Yu Ji read the master's "Record of the Memorial Hall of Su Wenzhong" at Sixian Temple in Huangzhou, he said, "The writing is concise and profound, with the style of the Western Han." Zhang Zhu once sent him a poem with the line, "In this age, the venerable of benevolence, whose noble style spreads to the ends of the earth." At the beginning of the Ming dynasty, the emperor summoned elder Buddhist masters to ask them about the principle of spirits and ghosts. The master told those summoned with him, "When answering about ghosts and spirits, we should base our words on the Buddha's teachings." After presenting his written response, the emperor was very pleased. In his later years, the master rested at Songlin Temple, where his reputation for spiritual attainment grew ever greater. People did not dare call him by name, but all referred to him as "Venerable Songlin." In the fifteenth year, in the third month, he suddenly showed signs of illness. On the nineteenth day, his fellow practitioner Ruyu Zhong came to visit and said, "Brother, the time has come. Your disciples are here by your side. Won't you leave a final word of instruction?" The master said, "The ten directions of Bhagavans, one path to Nirvana." Ruyu Zhong said, "I have been friends with you for fifty years. After this parting, we shall meet again in the Pure Land." The master said in a stern voice, "The entire universe is one Pure Land. Where could we not meet?" After a long pause, he asked for paper, wrote a verse, and then passed away peacefully. He was seventy-four years old, with sixty-seven years in the monastic life.