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title: "無門慧開禪師語錄 · 再住黃龍禪寺語錄"
description: "無門慧開禪師語錄是南宋臨濟宗高僧無門慧開的語錄集，由弟子普敬、普通等人記錄編纂。該書成書於十三世紀，反映了宋代禪宗的發展面貌，內容包括慧開禪師的開示、機鋒語句、公案評唱及詩偈等，以直指人心、見性成佛為核心。其中無門關一書尤為著名，收錄四十八則公案並附評頌，是禪宗重要經典。此語錄在佛教史上地位崇高，對後世禪修影響深遠，是研究宋元禪宗思想與實踐的關鍵文獻。"
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### 再住黃龍禪寺語錄

> Stay at Huanglong Zen Temple: Record of Teachings

侍者　法孜　錄

> Attendant Fazhi recorded

三門。無門為法門。三關何用立。熟處既難忘。又從這裏入。

> Three Gates. The Gateless Gate is the Dharma Gate. Why set up three checkpoints? What we have long grown accustomed to is hard to forget—so we enter through here.

佛殿。靈山一會。泥團土塊。問訊燒香。和贜捉敗。

> The Buddha Hall. A gathering at Vulture Peak. Mud clumps and earth blocks. Greetings and burning incense. Caught red-handed in wrongdoing.

方丈。熱喝麤拳。佛來也打。臨濟德山。一時擒下。

> The abbot, with fierce words and rough fists, strikes down even the Buddha when he comes. Both Linji and Deshan are captured at once.

拈帖。不是護身符。亦非斷貫索。直饒鼻孔遼天。也被這箇穿却。無門老漢還免得麼。却請維那下箇注脚。

> Taking up the text is not like wearing an amulet for protection, nor is it breaking through a chain of bondage. Even if your nostrils point straight to the heavens, you will still be pierced by this very thing. Can the old man Wumen escape it after all? Then let us ask the rector to add a footnote.

拈疏。讚嘆無門。也是這箇。罵詈無門。也是這箇。文彩未彰誰辨。得却煩首座通消息。

> Turning over the commentary—when praising the gateless, it is just this. When cursing the gateless, it is also just this. Before the pattern is revealed, who can discern it? Yet we must trouble the head monk to relay the message.

法座。不動脚頭。青雲獨步。箇是尋常行履處。須知更有通霄路。遂陞座。拈香祝　聖罷問答不錄乃云。八字打開。十方坐斷。去時無蹤。來時無跡。所以道法輪三轉於大千。其輪本來常清淨。豎拂云。看看。黃龍今日再轉法輪了也。有般漢不識好惡。便道再來不直半文錢。黃龍却許他具一隻眼。何故。萬古碧潭空界月。再三撈摝始應知。　復云。掣斷繩頭欲自由。那知定業未容休。再償拽杷拖犁債。鼓得西江水逆流。

> Ascending the Dharma Seat. Without moving a step, alone treading the blue clouds— this is merely the ordinary conduct of walking. Yet know there is also a path that pierces the heavens. He then ascended the seat. After burning incense and offering prayers for the sovereign,<note>Q&A omitted</note> he said: "The eight characters are flung wide open; the ten directions are cut off at once. Departing leaves no trace; arriving leaves no sign. Thus it is said: The Dharma wheel turns three times throughout the great universe, yet its wheel is originally forever pure." He raised the whisk and said: "Look, look! Huanglong today turns the Dharma wheel once more. Some fellows, not knowing good from bad, say, 'Coming again isn't worth half a penny.' But Huanglong grants that they have one eye. Why? For ages the blue pool mirrors the empty moon— only after dredging again and again should one begin to know." He continued: "Snapping the rope's end, longing to be free— who would know that fixed karma permits no rest? Paying once more the debt of pulling rakes and dragging plows, stirring the West River's waters to flow against the current."

謝兩班上堂。八兩還他是半斤。陳年桃核舊時仁。大家出手共提掇。行看叢林氣象新。

> Both classes, come to the hall. Eight ounces returned to him—half a pound. Aged peach pits, their kernels from times past. Everyone join hands and lift together— Watch as the monastery takes on a fresh spirit.

預結夏上堂。黃龍結制沒規繩。超過諸方半月程。莫怪七顛并八倒。大家日午打三更。且道以何為驗。揭翻釋迦腦盖。擉瞎達磨眼睛。

> For the Summer Retreat commencement, the master said: Huanglong’s retreat has no fixed rules— It surpasses other places by half a month’s schedule. Don’t mind the chaos and disorder; At noon, everyone strikes the third watch. What proof is there of this? Flip the skull of Shakyamuni, Poke out the eyes of Bodhidharma.

上堂。薰風自南來。殿閣生微凉。百年渾似醉。三萬六千場。休擬議。莫思量。錦鱗一躍化龍去。無限癡人戽夜塘。

> The master addressed the assembly: "A fragrant breeze comes from the south, bringing a slight coolness to the temple halls. A hundred years pass like a drunken haze—thirty-six thousand moments of it. Stop deliberating; cease your pondering. The golden-scaled fish leaps once and transforms into a dragon, while countless fools still dip their buckets into the night pond."

上堂。歸來一月餘日。內外人事已畢。恣意飽飯噇眠。說甚金圈栗棘。分明告報諸禪。直下便須委悉。更若擬議躊躇。照顧腦門霹𮦷。

> (Entering the hall.) After returning, over a month has passed. Internal and external affairs are all settled. Eat to your heart's content, sleep soundly—what need is there to speak of golden loops or chestnut thorns? Clearly I tell you, all Zen practitioners: right now you must understand fully. If you still hesitate or deliberate, beware—a thunderbolt will strike your skull.

中夏上堂。六月炎炎如火聚。寂然不動於中住。炎炎火聚却清凉。清凉却是炎炎處。等閑坐斷兩頭關。撞墻撞壁通霄路。

> The midday summer hall is sweltering, like being in a blazing fire. But staying still and unmoving within it, the blazing fire itself becomes cool. Yet this coolness is found right in the middle of the heat. If you casually sit and cut off both extremes—the hot and the cold—you'll hit a wall, and that wall becomes the path to the sky that runs through the night.

上堂。舉僧問曹山清稅孤貧乞師賑濟。山云稅闍梨。僧應諾。山云。青原白家三盞酒。喫了尤道未沾唇。師云。稅闍梨兵行詭道。賴遇曹山具透關眼深辨來機。要知稅闍梨落處麼。向道莫行山下路。果然猿呌斷腸聲。

> The master took the seat and cited a case: A monk asked Caoshan, "Pure Tax, a poor and destitute one, begs the master for charity and relief." Caoshan said, "Tax, the teacher of the Dharma, answered." The monk responded. Caoshan said, "Three cups of wine at the Qingyuan Bai family's place, after drinking, you still say it hasn't touched your lips." The master said, "Tax, the teacher of the Dharma, is one who employs deceitful tactics in warfare. Fortunately, Caoshan had a penetrating eye and deeply discerned his coming intention. Do you want to know where Tax, the teacher of the Dharma, landed? I tell you: Don't walk the road below the mountain; truly, the ape's cry cracks one's heart."

祈雨上堂。石跟常有千年潤。海眼曾無一日乾。天下蒼生待霖雨。不知龍向此間蟠。卓拄杖一下。霹𮦷一聲頭角露。傾湫倒嶽鼓波瀾。

> For rain prayer, ascending the hall: The stone roots have always known thousand-year moisture; The sea's eye has never seen a single day dry. All beings under heaven await the life-giving rains, Yet who knows the dragon coils within this very place? Striking the staff once: With a thunderclap, horns and scales emerge— Overturning the deep pools, toppling the peaks, stirring waves and billows.

謝雨上堂。舉馬祖問僧甚處來。僧云湖南來。祖云東湖水滿也未。僧云未滿。祖云許多時雨水尚未滿在。後來道吾云滿也。雲巖云湛湛地。洞山云什麼劫中曾欠少。師拈云。馬祖好好借問。這僧詣實供通。可憐道吾雲巖洞山三大老納盡敗闕。未免性命落在他人手裏。今日忽有人問黃龍。東湖水滿也未。只向他道聊施一滴湫池水。漲起江西十八灘。

> At the ceremonial thanks-offering for rain, the master took the rostrum. He raised a story: Mazu asked a monk, "Where have you come from?" The monk replied, "From Hunan." Mazu said, "Has the water in East Lake risen yet?" The monk answered, "Not yet." Mazu remarked, "After all this rain, and still hasn't risen." Later, Daowu commented, "It's risen." Yunyan commented, "It's full and level." Dongshan commented, "What lifetime did it ever lack less?" The master (Huanglong) picked it up and commented: Mazu, meaning well, inquired gently; this monk honestly gave a truthful account. Yet pitifully, the three elder masters — Daowu, Yunyan, and Dongshan — each revealed their liabilities, unable to keep themselves out of others' hands. If today someone suddenly asks me, Huanglong, "Has the water in East Lake risen yet?" I would simply reply: "Sprinkle a single drop of the puddle's pool, and it will swell the eighteen rapids of Jiangxi."