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title: "增集續傳燈錄 · 杭州徑山虎巖淨伏禪師"
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。"
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### ○杭州徑山虎巖淨伏禪師

> Chan Master Huyan Jingfu of Jingshan, Hangzhou

淮安人。初由中天竺首座出世潭州石霜。上堂。廓落無依是何境界。風不鳴條。雨不破塊。以拂子擊禪床云。堯舜之君猶有化在。上堂。是句非句。全提半提。虗空剜孔竅。節目上生枝。似這般病。朝打三千暮打八百。有什麼過。上堂。機先領旨。句下明宗。雲門拶得脚折。百丈喝得耳聾。落花三月雨。殘夢五更鐘。上堂。拈香擇火運水搬柴不是神通妙用。著衣喫飯屙屎送尿不是神通妙用。畢竟如何。放曠長如癡兀人。他家自有通人愛。上堂。點著便行脚跟下。好與三十棒。不撥自轉頂門上。猶欠一錐。總不恁麼。幾般雲色出峰頂。一樣泉聲落檻前。上堂。高山墜石至平地而勢自休。大海生波遇無風而波自息。兩頭坐斷一法不存。那裏有明暗色空。那裏有山河大地。雖然。不是僧繇手。徒說會丹青。上堂。凌霄峰頂有一片碁盤石。方不方圓不圓。平不平仄不仄。提掇不動穿鑿不開。莓苔薜茘褁之不交。風雨烟雲洒之不濕。以滿天星斗萬象森羅為一局棊子。白月則現。黑月則隱。自古自今無人下得一著。衲子旁觀有分。山僧試為下者一著。驀拈拄杖卓一下云。路從平處嶮。人向靜中忙。

> A native of Huai'an. He first became the head monk at a central Indian monastery before becoming the abbot of Shishuang Temple in Tanzhou. Once, ascending the hall, he said: "A vast openness with nothing to rely on—what realm is this? The wind does not rustle the branches, the rain does not break the clods." Striking the meditation seat with his whisk, he said: "Even the sage-emperors Yao and Shun still had room for transformation." Ascending the hall, he said: "A phrase or not a phrase, fully lifted or half lifted. To bore a hole in empty space, to sprout branches from knots—for such sickness, one receives three thousand blows in the morning and eight hundred in the evening. What fault is there in this?" Ascending the hall, he said: "Grasping the meaning before the trigger, understanding the source within the phrase. Yunmen pushed until his leg broke, Baizhang shouted until his ears went deaf. Falling flowers in the March rain, a fading dream at the fifth-watch bell." Ascending the hall, he said: "Picking up incense, choosing firewood, carrying water, hauling firewood—these are not miraculous powers. Putting on clothes, eating meals, shitting and pissing—these are not miraculous powers. After all, what then? Roaming wide and free, always like a stupid, dazed person—such a one naturally attracts the wise who understand." Ascending the hall, he said: "If you move as soon as you're touched, put thirty blows right at your feet. If you turn on your own without being pushed, you still owe one awl-poke on your crown. If neither—several clouds take shape above the peak, the same spring sounds fall before the railing." Ascending the hall, he said: "A boulder falling from a high mountain naturally stops when it reaches level ground. Waves on the great sea naturally settle when the wind ceases. Clipping off both ends, not a single dharma remains—where then are brightness and darkness, form and emptiness? Where then are mountains, rivers, and the great earth? Nevertheless—without the hand of the master painter Zhang Sengyou, speaking of painting is in vain." Ascending the hall, he said: "On the peak of Lingxiao Peak there is a chessboard stone—not square, not round, not level, not slanting. It cannot be lifted, cannot be carved. Moss and vines wrap it without covering it; wind and rain, mist and cloud sprinkle it without wetting it. All the stars in the sky and the myriad phenomena become one set of chess pieces. It appears on white-moon days and vanishes on black-moon days. From ancient times to now, no one has been able to make a single move. Monks, you may watch from the side—but let this mountain monk try a move." Suddenly picking up his staff and striking the ground once, he said: "The road is perilous where it is level; people are busy where it is still."