--- title: "揞黑豆集 · 明州天童應菴曇華禪師" description: "揞黑豆集是清代佛教典籍，由心圆拈别、火莲集梓整理编纂。该书汇集了禅宗公案、语录及修行要旨，内容涵盖参禅法门、心性探讨与解脱之道，反映了明清时期禅宗的演变与特色。作为禅宗重要文献，它延续了临济宗风，强调直指人心、见性成佛，对研究清代佛教思想与禅法实践具有重要价值。其语言简练深邃，既承袭唐宋禅学精髓，又融入时代特色，在佛教典籍中占有独特地位，为后世学人提供了重要的禅修参考。" url: "https://rushiwowen.co/en/r/cmcxtw16s00ecky04srlc1qy3" --- ### 明州天童應菴曇華禪師 > Zen Master Ying'an Tanhua of Tiantong Temple in Mingzhou 蘄州江氏子。生而奇傑。年十七。於東禪去髮。首依水南。遂染指法味。因遍歷諸老門牆。至雲居。禮圓悟。悟一見。痛與提䇿。及入蜀。指見彰教。教移虎邱。師侍行。未半載。頓明大事。去謁此菴。分座連雲。開法妙嚴。屢遷巨剎。住歸宗日。大慧在梅陽。有僧傳師垂示語至。慧見。以偈寄贈曰。坐斷金輪第一峯。千妖百怪盡潛踪。年來又得真消息。報道楊岐正脈通。其歸重如此。後出住天童　上堂。九年面壁。壞却東土兒孫。隻履西歸。鈍置黃面老子。以拄杖畫一畫曰。石牛攔古路。一馬生三寅火蓮拈云。今日初八。息菴拈云。乾茘枝上堂。臨濟在黃檗處。三度喫棒底意旨。你諸人還覰得透也未。直饒一咬便斷。也未是大丈夫漢。三世諸佛口挂壁上。天下老和尚將甚麼喫飯口咬斷。滴水難消。一口咬斷。不得飯喫。畢竟如何咄上堂。德章老瞎禿。從來沒滋味。拈得口。失却鼻。者邊住不得三更二點唱巴歌。無端驚起梵王睡。那邊不得住喝一喝曰。我行荒草裏。汝又入深村有句無句。如藤倚樹。文殊維摩。撒手歸去。楊岐恁麼舉。也是看錮鏴。更有後語不得錯舉心圓當。時若見。好與攔頭一喝。一任諸方檢點。心圓錯舉。何故不因漁父引。爭得見波濤上堂。十五日已前。水長船高。十五日已後。泥多佛大。正當十五日。東海鯉魚打一棒。雨似盆傾。直得三千大千世界一切眾生。悉皆歡喜。謂言打者一棒。不妨應時應節。諸公還見麼。甚處不是一棒應時應節。你纔涉思惟。早已棒折。不應時應節了也報恩不覺。通身踊躍。遂作詩一首。舉似大眾。蜻蜓許是好蜻蜓。飛來飛去不曾停。被我捉來摘却兩邊翼。恰似一枚大鐵釘三箇孩兒抱花鼓。莫來攔我毬門路心圓與你一文錢。街上買糕喫去上堂。若作一句商量。喫粥飯阿誰不會。不作一句商量。屎坑裏蟲子笑殺闍黎。拈拄杖云。拄杖子罪犯彌天。貶向二鐵圍山。且道薦福還有過也無。卓拄杖曰。遲一刻乃至溯曠大劫窮未來際。覓薦福過。終不可得且道利害在甚麼處上堂。明不見暗。暗不見明。明暗雙忘。無異流俗阿師。野干鳴。師子吼。師子吼。野干鳴。三家村裏臭猢猻。價增十倍。驪龍頷下明月珠。分文不值。若作衲僧巴鼻。甚處得來。三十年後。換手搥胸。未是苦在唱教門中。如󳱔似粟。衲僧巴鼻。惟證乃知上堂。飯籮邊。漆桶裏。相唾饒你潑水。相罵饒你接嘴。黃河三千年一度清。蟠桃五百年一次開華。鶴勒那咬定牙關。朱頂王呵呵大笑。歸宗五十年前一則公案。今日舉似諸人。且道是甚麼公案。王節級失却帖子細檢點看。不在漆桶裏。定在飯籮邊。乃云休休。一回檢點一回失舊事傷心總莫提上堂。三十二相。八十種好。從朝至暮。啾啾唧唧。說黃道黑不知那裏是。心圓到者裏總沒會處二時上堂。喫粥喫飯。不覺嚼破舌頭。血濺梵天。四天之下。霈然有餘。玉皇大帝怒發。追東海龍王向金輪峯頂鞫勘。頃刻之間。追汝諸人作證見也。且各請依實供通。切忌回避。儻若不實。喪汝性命若向未追以前一款盡招。當敕龍王銷案上堂。趙州喫茶。我也怕他。若非債主。便是冤家。倚牆靠壁成羣。隊。不知誰解辨龍蛇直驍辨得。也是冤家上堂。五百力士揭石義。萬仞崖頭撒手行。十方世界一團鐵。虗空背上白毛生。直饒拈却炙脂帽子。脫却鶻臭布衫。向報恩門下。正好喫棒。何故。半夜起來屈膝坐。毛頭星現衲僧前生時坐不臥。死後臥不坐。一般臭骨頭何用作功課。道得一半。飲官酒臥官街。當處死。當處埋。也只一半。畢竟如何。咦。大大一箇毛頭星上堂。三世諸佛。眼裏無筋。六代祖師。皮下無血。明果咬定牙關𨁝跳。也出他圈䙡不得。何故。南泉斬貓兒 更有一人。皮眼也無。諸佛祖師。俱未夢見。何故呢上堂。參禪人切忌錯用心。悟明見性是錯用心。成佛作祖是錯用心。看經講教是錯用心。行住坐臥是錯用心。喫粥喫飯是錯用心。屙屎送尿是錯用心。一動一靜。一往一來。是錯用心。更有一處錯用心。歸宗不敢與諸人說破。何故。一字入公門。九牛拔不出。󳫠不出。拽不入。縮頸伸腰千萬人。箇箇穿山透石壁。撞得頭也破。額也裂。兩扇大門依然如黑漆。咄虎邱忌拈香。平生無興。撞著者無意智老和尚。做盡伎倆。湊泊不得。從此卸却干戈。隨分著衣喫飯。二十年來。坐曲彔木。懸羊頭。賣狗肉。知他有甚憑據。一語將祖佛心髓。和盤託出了也雖然。一年一度燒香日。千古令人恨轉深。師於室中能鍛鍊耆艾。故世稱大慧與師居處。為二甘露門。嘗誡徒曰。衲僧家著草鞋住院。何啻如蚖蛇戀窟乎。隆興改元六月十三日。奄然而化。塔全身於本山。 > I am from Qizhou, of the Jiang family. Extraordinary and remarkable from birth, at seventeen I left home at Dongchan Monastery, shaving my head. I first studied under Shuinan and there tasted the Dharma, then visited many venerable masters. Arriving at Yunju, I paid respects to Yuanwu, who upon seeing me, guided me with great urgency. When he went to Sichuan, he directed me to see Zhangjiao. When Zhangjiao moved to Huqiu, I accompanied him. Within half a year, I suddenly understood the great matter. Afterward, I went to visit Ciyan and took a seat at Lianyun. I began teaching at Miaoyan and moved through many great monasteries. When I was at Guizong, Dahui was at Meiyang. A monk brought my teachings to him. Upon seeing them, Dahui sent a verse: "Cutting off the Golden Wheel's first peak, a thousand demons all hide their tracks. This year I've received true news—they say Yangqi's main lineage flows through." Such was his esteem for me. Later I went to Tiantong. At the hall, I said: "Nine years facing a wall—this ruined the descendants of the Eastern Land. Departing westward with one shoe—this dulled the Yellow-Faced Old Man." Drawing a line with my staff, I said: "A stone ox blocks the ancient road—one horse gives birth in three tiger years." Huolian added: "Today is the eighth." Xi'an added: "Dried lychees." At the hall, I said: "Linji received three blows from Huangbo. Can you all see through this? Even if you could bite through it at once, you still wouldn't be a great man. The Buddhas of the three times have their mouths hung on the wall. What would the old masters of the world eat with?" Biting through—not a drop of water can be digested. Biting through in one bite—you don't get to eat. In the end, what then? Ho!. At the hall, I said: "Old blind bald Dezhang never had any flavor. Pick up the mouth, lose the nose." This side cannot be dwelt in. "At the third watch, singing local songs—needlessly startling King Brahma from sleep." That side cannot be dwelt in. I gave a shout and said: "I walk in the wild grass—you again enter the deep village." Having words and no words, like a vine leaning on a tree. Manjushri and Vimalakirti, letting go and going home. Yangqi lifting this up—also just looking at the lock. There's more to say after, but don't make a mistake in lifting it. Xin Yuan, if he had been there, should have given a shout to block the way. Let all directions examine this. Why did Xin Yuan lift it wrongly? Without the fisherman's lead, how could one see the waves?. At the hall, I said: "Before the fifteenth day, the water rises and the boat floats high. After the fifteenth day, more mud makes the Buddha bigger. On the fifteenth day itself, hit the East Sea carp once and rain pours like a basin. All beings in the three thousand great thousand worlds rejoice, saying this single blow indeed comes at the right time." Do you all see it? Where is it not a blow at the right time? The moment you start thinking, the staff is already broken and it's no longer timely. Baoyuan, unable to contain myself, leapt with joy and composed a verse to present to everyone: "The dragonfly, yes, a fine dragonfly, flying here and there, never stopping. I caught it and tore off both wings—now it's just like a big iron nail." Three children hug flower drums. Don't block my ball gate! Xin Yuan gives you a coin—go buy some cake on the street. At the hall, I said: "If we deliberate as one sentence—who doesn't know how to eat porridge and rice? If we don't deliberate as one sentence—the worms in the shit pit laugh at you, masters." Lifting my staff, I said: "This staff's crimes fill the heavens—banished to the two Iron Mountain circles. But tell me, does Jianfu still have faults?" Striking the ground with my staff, I said: "A moment too late." Even tracing back through vast eons and forward to endless futures, one can never find Jianfu's fault. But tell me, where's the stake in this? At the hall, I said: "Light doesn't see darkness; darkness doesn't see light. Forgetting both light and dark—no different from common teachers. A jackal howls, a lion roars. A lion roars, a jackal howls. In a three-family village, a stinking monkey's price increases tenfold. Beneath the black dragon's chin, the bright moon pearl isn't worth a cent. If you take this as a monk's approach, where would it come from? Thirty years from now, beating your chest with regret—that still isn't the real suffering." In the teaching tradition, these abound like hemp and millet. A monk's approach—only realization knows it. At the hall, I said: "Beside the rice basket, inside the lacquer bucket. If you spit at me, I'll pour water for you. If you curse me, I'll answer back for you. The Yellow River clears once every three thousand years. The flat peach blooms once every five hundred years. Helena grits his teeth. King Red-Top roars with laughter. Guizong's kōan from fifty years ago—today I present it to you all. What kōan is it? Officer Wang lost his summons." Examine carefully. It's not in the lacquer bucket—it must be beside the rice basket. Then I said: "Stop, stop. Each time I examine, each time I lose it. Old sorrows wound the heart—don't mention them at all." At the hall, I said: "The thirty-two marks, the eighty excellent features—from morning to night, chirping and chattering, speaking of yellow and discussing black, not knowing where it is." Xin Yuan here has no place to grasp. At the twice-daily hall, I said: "Eating porridge, eating rice, before you know it you've bitten through your tongue. Blood splashes all over Brahma Heaven. Beneath the four heavens, it overflows in abundance. The Jade Emperor, furious, pursues the East Sea Dragon King to the peak of Golden Wheel Mountain for interrogation. In an instant, he summons all of you as witnesses. Each of you must honestly confess—avoid any evasion. If you're not truthful, you'll lose your lives." If before being summoned you confess everything fully, I will order the Dragon King to drop the case. At the hall, I said: "Zhaozhou drank tea—I'm also afraid of him. If he's not a creditor, he's a sworn enemy. Leaning against walls, clinging to corners, in flocks and groups—who can distinguish dragons from snakes?" Even if you could distinguish them, they'd still be sworn enemies. At the hall, I said: "The five hundred strongmen lift the stone. At the ten-thousand-foot cliff, letting go and walking. The ten-direction world is one mass of iron. On emptiness's back, white hair grows. Even if you took off your greased hat and stripped off your stinking cloth shirt, before Baoyuan's gate you'd still deserve the staff. Why? Rising at midnight to sit with bent knees—the comet star appears before the monk." Alive, sitting without lying down. Dead, lying without sitting. Same stinking bones—what need for daily practice? This says half. Drinking official wine, lying on official street. Dying where you are, buried where you are. That's also only half. In the end, what then? Hey! A great big comet star! At the hall, I said: "The Buddhas of the three times—no sinews in their eyes. The six patriarchs—no blood beneath their skin. Even if Mingguo grits his teeth and leaps, he can't escape their snare. Why? Because Nanquan killed the cat."
There's another person—with neither skin nor eyes. Even the Buddhas and patriarchs have never dreamed of it. Why? Hmm! At the hall, I said: "Those who practice meditation must be careful not to use their minds wrongly. Realizing enlightenment and seeing nature is using the mind wrongly. Becoming a Buddha or a patriarch is using the mind wrongly. Reading sutras and teaching is using the mind wrongly. Walking, standing, sitting, lying down is using the mind wrongly. Eating porridge, eating rice is using the mind wrongly. Shitting and pissing is using the mind wrongly. Every movement, every stillness, every coming and going is using the mind wrongly. There's one more place of wrong mind-use that Guizong dares not reveal to you all. Why? Once a word enters the official gate, nine oxen cannot pull it out." Can't pull it out, can't push it in. Hiding necks, stretching waists—thousands of people, each piercing through mountains and stone walls, banging their heads until they break, splitting their foreheads. The two great doors remain lacquer-black as ever. Ho! At Huqiu's death anniversary, offering incense, I said: "In all my life, no luck—I ran into this old monk with no sense. I used every trick and still couldn't get close to him. From then on I put down my weapons and just wore clothes and ate rice according to circumstances. For twenty years I've sat on my crooked wooden seat, hanging a sheep's head while selling dog meat. Who knows what evidence he has?" With one phrase, the very marrow of the Buddhas and patriarchs is laid bare completely. "Even so—once a year, on this day of incense-burning, through the ages it deepens people's regret." The master could temper even the most seasoned practitioners in his room, so the world called him and Dahui the Two Gates of Sweet Dew. He once cautioned his disciples: "For a monk to wear straw sandals and run a monastery—isn't that just like a snake or worm clinging to its hole?" In the first year of Longxing, on the thirteenth day of the sixth month, he passed away peacefully. His whole body was enshrined in a stupa on the mountain.