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title: "新修科分六學僧傳 · 唐智晞"
description: "新修科分六學僧傳由元代僧人曇噩編撰。該書成於元代是佛教史傳的重要文獻。全書以六學即六度波羅蜜為綱領分佈列傳收錄歷代高僧事蹟。內容涵蓋譯經義解習禪明律護法感通等類別系統梳理了僧人的修行與貢獻。此傳在佛教史上地位顯著它延續了高僧傳的傳統並以獨特科判展現大乘菩薩道的修行次第對研究元代佛教及僧傳體例發展具有重要價值。"
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### 唐智晞

> Tang Zhi Xi

潁川陳氏子也。後以宦遊。徙居閩越。晞宿寤世幻。欲脫塵緣。而聞智者以三觀之指。王化台嶺。年二十始獲奉覲。定為師資。律儀具足。定業脩進。

> He was a son of the Chen family from Yingchuan. Later, due to official duties, his family moved to the region of Minyue (present-day Fujian). From a young age, he awoke to the illusory nature of the worldly life and longed to break free from the bonds of mundane existence. Hearing that the wise Master Zhiyi taught the principle of the Three Contemplations and enlightened the region of Tiantai, he was able to pay homage to him at the age of twenty. He formally became his disciple, received full precepts, and diligently cultivated meditative practice.

既而智者示滅。遺命晞居佛壟之脩禪道場。久之度水將構經臺。工以香鑪峯多檉柏。宜伐以給用。即白晞。晞不可。曰山靈未易犯也。明日遽使往。侍者曰。和尚謬耶。昨不許。而今反之。柰何。晞語之故。蓋夜夢有若送疏獻檉柏者。先是智者甞買傍海地數百里。為放生池。歷陳隋所在官司禁漁捕。如法。至是頑民無賴。悉自縱。晞知之。因偕頂禪師焚香禱智者。自爾梁滬無所得。而漁者相約以進善。一日戒弟子通亘曰。晚當有僧至。俄有著納執錫擎鉢之僧。見千二十步之外。趨東而隱。即有鐘聲發東谷。晞曰。此召我也。乃使治湯沐。夜坐臺上。執如意說法。辭眾寂然良久。弟子相與號呼以慟。復開目曰。生死世相。寧足悲耶。去勿閙亂吾。又曰。吾入道來。脇不著牀。四十九年矣。然於信施香火。曾莫敢負。而汝等尤當䇿勤。以相繼也。弟子問所往生。云吾疇昔之夢兜率處天之西北。宮殿青色。先師智者在焉。左右天人。皆坐寶座。一座獨空。吾問其故。先師答曰。灌頂却後六年。當來坐此。是知往生之効矣。翌旦命寺眾早齊。有來候疾者。齋罷辭去。晞留之曰。辛苦遠來。且待須臾。如何。其人固辭。復語曰。若不住可疾去。雨且至矣。是時天日方明。淨無雲翳。頃焉而晞告終。雨驟甚。貞觀元年十二月十八日也。壽七十有二。葬智者龕前二百步。

> Soon after, the Master passed into stillness. Before his departure, he instructed that \[the disciple\] reside at the meditation hall built on the Buddha's mound. After some time, \[the disciple\] crossed the water, intending to construct a sutra platform. The workers said that the Fragrant Burner Peak had many junipers and cypresses, and it would be fitting to cut them down for use. They informed \[the disciple\], but he refused, saying, "The mountain's spirit is not easily offended." The next day, however, he suddenly sent them to go ahead. His attendant said, "Master, are you mistaken? Yesterday you forbade it, and now you reverse your decision. Why?" The disciple explained the reason—the previous night he had dreamed of something like a dispatch offering junipers and cypresses. Earlier, the Master had purchased several hundred li of coastal land to serve as a life-release pond. Through the Chen and Sui dynasties, the local authorities had prohibited fishing and trapping, in accordance with the law. By this time, however, unruly and unscrupulous people had all begun to do as they pleased. When the disciple learned of this, he joined with Master Ding, burned incense, and prayed to the Master. From then on, the fishing nets and traps yielded nothing, and the fishermen, by mutual agreement, turned toward goodness. One day, the disciple admonished his student Tong Gen, saying, "A monk will arrive this evening." Shortly after, a monk wearing a patched robe, holding an alms bowl and staff, appeared about a thousand paces away, then hurried eastward and vanished. Immediately, the sound of a bell rang out from the eastern valley. The disciple said, "This is summoning me." He then ordered hot water for bathing. That night, he sat on the platform, held a ceremonial sceptre, and expounded the Dharma. After taking leave of the assembly, he sat in stillness for a long time. His disciples wailed and cried out in grief. He opened his eyes again and said, "The appearances of birth and death—why should they be mourned? Go now, and do not disturb me with your noise." He added, "Since I entered the path, my ribs have not touched a bed for forty-nine years. Yet I have never dared to be remiss in the incense and offerings of the faithful. You, above all, should strive diligently to carry on." When his disciples asked where he would be reborn, he said, "In a former dream, I saw the Tusita Heaven, in the northwest quarter of the heavens, with azure palaces. My former teacher was there, with celestial beings on both sides, all seated on jeweled thrones. One throne sat empty. When I asked why, my teacher replied, 'Guan Ding will come in six years to sit here.' Thus I know the efficacy of my rebirth." The next morning, he ordered the monastery to hold an early meal. Some who came to inquire about his illness took leave after the meal. The disciple kept them, saying, "You have come far, enduring hardship. Stay a little longer—how about it?" But they firmly declined. He then said, "If you will not stay, hurry on your way, for rain is about to come." At that time, the sky was bright and clear, without a trace of cloud. Shortly after, the disciple passed away, and rain fell heavily. This was the eighteenth day of the twelfth month in the first year of Zhenguan \[627 CE\]. He was seventy-two years old. He was buried two hundred paces before the Master's shrine.