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title: "佛祖綱目 · 龍舒居士王日休述淨土文"
description: "佛祖綱目是明代朱時恩所著的一部佛教经典汇编，成书于明朝万历年间。该书系统梳理了佛教历代祖师的法脉传承与重要教义，内容涵盖禅宗、净土宗等多个宗派的核心思想，并收录了大量高僧大德的言行事迹。朱時恩以纲目体例编撰，条理清晰，便于研习。作为明代重要的佛教文献，佛祖綱目不仅保存了珍贵的佛教史料，也为后世研究中国佛教发展提供了重要参考。该书在佛教史上具有承前启后的地位，是了解汉传佛教传承体系的重要典籍之一。"
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### 辛巳龍舒居士王日休述淨土文

> In the year of Xinsi, Lay Buddhist Wang Rixiu of Longshu composed this text on the Pure Land.

王日休。字虗中。號龍舒。為國學進士。端靜簡潔。博通群書。訓傳六經諸子數十萬言。一旦捐之曰。是皆業習。非究竟法。吾其為西方之歸。自是一意念佛。年六十。布衣蔬茹。重趼千里。以是教人。風雨寒暑弗皇恤。閒居日課千拜。夜分乃𥨊。面目奕奕有光。見者知為有道之士。紹興辛巳。述淨土文十卷。刊行於世。刊時舍利流出於板○印肅。住南泉。有蜀僧道存。曾謁疎山得悟。特往愍道者處印證。徧歷諸方求友。罕有其人。辛巳冬月。冐雪到南泉。肅一見喜曰。此吾不請友也。遂相徵詰。棒喝交馳。心心密契。存曰。師再來人也。大興吾道。非師其誰。因指雪書一頌而別。肅亦隨後一句加三句。遂成八頌。存曰。庭前雪子落紛紛。總是吾家入道門。行人到此宜迴首。免使從前業浪奔。三世諸佛同此路。百千方便一乾坤。淨人若信平常事。自有山翁樣子存。肅曰。庭前雪子落紛紛。妙觸宣明應普門。不是藥山無用處。權令龐老警兒孫。總是吾家入道門。無說說中聞不聞。步步透關田地穩。須彌𨁝跳撞崑崙。行人到此宜迴首。此物元來處處有。除非自己肯承當。方信境緣無好醜。免使從前業浪奔。直入圓音普眼門。賓主歷然誰委悉。不是通方莫與論。三世諸佛同此路。天無門兮地無戶。森羅萬象一光吞。歷劫不曾少鹽醋。百千方便一乾坤。得者還須皂白分。珠體未明成五色。舉頭󳬲子過羅村。淨人若信平常事。穿過髑髏連孔鼻。多中一了一中多。城東老母難迴避。自有山翁樣子存。家傳祖代沒分文。南北東西無別有。光明遍照獨為尊。

> Wang Rixiu, courtesy name Xuzhong, also known as Longshu, was a scholar at the Imperial Academy. He was dignified, quiet, and pure in character, and widely read in all manner of books, authoring commentaries on the Six Classics and numerous philosophical texts totaling hundreds of thousands of words. Yet one day he set them all aside, saying: "These are all conditioned habits, not the ultimate truth. I shall turn my heart toward the Western Pure Land." From then on, he focused solely on reciting the Buddha's name. At the age of sixty, dressed in plain clothing and eating simple fare, he traveled a thousand miles on foot, enduring blisters, to teach others this practice. He spared no effort in wind, rain, heat, or cold. In his daily routine at home, he performed a thousand prostrations as his practice and did not sleep until midnight. His face glowed with radiant light, and all who saw him knew he was a person of true attainment. In the year Xinsi of the Shaoxing era, he composed the \*Pure Land Essays\* in ten volumes and published them for the world. When the printing blocks were carved, sacred relics flowed forth from the wood itself. --- Yin Su, also known as the master of Nanquan Monastery, once received a visit from a monk from Shu named Dao Cun. Dao Cun had previously studied under Master Shushan and achieved awakening, but he came specifically to seek confirmation from the venerable Min. He had traveled far and wide in search of a worthy companion but had rarely found one. In the winter of the Xinsi year, braving the snow, he arrived at Nanquan. As soon as Yin Su saw him, he joyfully said, "This is a friend I did not invite!" They then engaged in fierce questioning and exchange, with blows and shouts intermingling, their minds meeting in perfect accord. Dao Cun said, "Master, you are a reincarnated adept. Who but you could greatly revive our tradition?" He then pointed to the snow and wrote a verse before taking his leave. Yin Su followed with a verse matching the first, and together they completed eight verses. Dao Cun's verse said: "Before the courtyard, snowflakes fall in a flurry— Each one is a gateway to our school. When travelers arrive here, they should turn their heads, To spare themselves the waves of past karma's rush. All Buddhas of the three times walk this same path, A hundred thousand skillful means, one single universe. If pure-hearted people trust this everyday matter, The old mountain man's example will surely stand." Yin Su replied: "Before the courtyard, snowflakes fall in a flurry— Wonderful touch proclaims clarity, responding to the Universal Gate. It's not that Medicine Mountain has no use— He merely prompts Elder Pang to warn his children and grandchildren. Each one is a gateway to our school— In the wordless teaching, what is heard, what is not? Step by step through every barrier, the ground is firm and steady; Mount Sumeru leaps and crashes into Kunlun. When travelers arrive here, they should turn their heads— This very thing is present everywhere from the start. Unless one willingly takes it up for oneself, How could one believe that circumstances are neither good nor bad? To spare themselves the waves of past karma's rush— Step directly into the gate of perfect sound and universal vision. Host and guest stand plainly clear—who truly understands? Unless you are a master of the Way, do not discuss it. All Buddhas of the three times walk this same path— Heaven has no gate, earth has no door. The myriad forms are swallowed in one single light; Through countless eons, not a grain of salt or vinegar has been lost. A hundred thousand skillful means, one single universe— Those who attain it must still distinguish black from white. If the pearl's substance is not clear, it appears as five colors; Raise your head—the shooting star passes over Luo Village. If pure-hearted people trust this everyday matter— It pierces through the skull, connecting nostrils and breath. In the many, one is realized; in the one, many abide; The old woman from the eastern city cannot avoid it after all. The old mountain man's example will surely stand— Inherited from ancestors for generations, not a single coin to hand. North, south, east, west—nothing else besides; Radiant light shines everywhere, alone and supreme."