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title: "續燈存稿 · 蘇州車溪無幻古湛性沖禪師"
description: "續燈存稿由明代高僧通問編定，施沛彙集，是中國禪宗燈錄體史書的重要續作。該書繼承五燈會元體例，主要收錄宋末至明代臨濟宗和曹洞宗禪師的語錄、機緣問答及行實傳記，旨在延續法脈、存錄師承。它不僅反映了明代禪宗的發展面貌與思想特色，也為後世研究禪宗史提供了珍貴文獻。該書在佛教史上具有承上啟下的地位，是瞭解明清禪宗傳承與演變的關鍵典籍之一。"
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### 蘇州車溪無幻古湛性沖禪師

> Master Xingchong, also known as Ancient Zhan, from Chexi, Suzhou

秀水張氏子。初以俗士見無趣。遂有所契。尋棄家從趣芟染。趣一日問師曰。徑山頌三玄三要曰。徹骨徹髓道一句。三玄三要絕遮護。此二句中山僧欲取一句為法。你道取那一句好。師曰和尚適纔問那一句。趣瞋目叱曰得恁無記性。師曰祇為和尚徹骨徹髓。趣曰。不然。為汝一人即得。爭柰大眾何。師曰。取即不辭孤負先聖。喪我後人。趣曰如是如是。師往徑山結茅。集無趣語錄。一日歸覲。趣曰一向作得些什麼事。師曰某甲買得一段田。收得原本契。書請和尚僉押。即將集本呈上。趣接得展看曰者是我底你底聻。師曰和尚不得攙行奪市。趣便將集本擲下。師便趨出。少頃呈偈。趣曰者是你作底麼。師曰某甲鼓粥飯氣。若謂有所作。孤負和尚不少。趣點首。住後示眾。大道無向背。至理絕言詮。迥出三乘。高超十地。萬法不到處特地光輝。生佛未分時靈源獨耀。不落見聞不隨聲色。直下無一絲毫頭。徧界全彰奇特事。直饒棒頭取證喝下承當。猶是曲為。今時更或光境俱忘契心平等。究竟亦非的旨。所以道向上一路千聖不傳。學者勞形如猿捉影。到者裏絕行絕解絕炤絕用絕理絕事。若倚天長劍凜凜神威。如銕牛之機羅籠不住。今日明眼人前不敢囊藏被葢。八字打開去也。拈拂子曰。諸上座還委悉麼。耀古騰今只者是。大千沙界一閒身。示眾。孤峯頂上闊步大千。十字街頭知音少遇。不禮維摩詰。不尊傅大士。良久。出頭天外看。誰是箇般人。示眾。三界唯心萬法唯識。卓拄杖。昨宵時雨滴空堦。一片綠苔俱打溼。示眾。大道體寬長空絕跡。按下雲頭別通消息。同生同死風行艸偃。且道把住為人好。放行為人好。乾坤一合地胡餅。日月兩輪天氣毬。示眾。明明百艸頭。明明祖師意。笑殺老龐公。至今猶瞌睡。魯祖見人便面壁。不解寒溫。祕魔走到便擎叉。全無禮義。南山鼈鼻不若死鰌。西院鑷刀渾如鈍鋸。且道大悲如何為人。輪王總未拋三寸。徧界先聞刀斧聲。浴佛上堂。毗籃園裏曾呈醜。古佛堂前又露形。不是日光三昧力。如何洗得你身清。大眾。釋迦老子今日誕生。未審此時還曾落地也未。一僧出曰落地了也。師曰你見甚麼人說。僧無語。師曰杓卜聽虗聲。僧問清虗之理畢竟無身時如何。師曰道者合如是。曰向上更有事也無。師曰。雪隱鷺鷥飛始見。柳藏鸚鵡語方知。問和尚百年後向甚麼處去。師曰千株松下百艸頭邊。師燒火次。僧問如何是自性天真佛。師曰與我般一束柴來。僧肩柴至又問。師曰者奴子好惡也不識。便打。問如何是最上一乘。師曰藤穿篾縛。曰意旨如何。師曰三十年後。僧參。師問何處來。曰廬山。師曰。古人道不向廬山尋落處。象王鼻孔漫撩天。如何是廬山落處。曰請和尚尊重。師便低頭休去。示念佛偈。發心念佛。循公道念念無私佛即靈。念到公私俱不現。唯心唯佛更何論。念佛休論閒與忙。時時無間始相當。一聲喚醒慈悲主。剎剎塵塵是淨󳬛。真心念佛錦添華。功德難量等海沙。六處顯然全體現。同名同號更無差。火炮偈。團圝無縫罅。綿密不通風。一點無明發。分身剎土中。示人。動口全拋一片心。擬思量處不知音。百千年外看家話。倒腹傾腸說與君。起念求心心即念。頓然無念念無心。九重之內常為主。徹古該今不動尊。盡心竭力作工夫。內外推尋實總無。正恁麼時無計可。忽聞村內一聲歌。即心即佛隔皮言。非佛非心亦是權。端的要知真實處。直須吐盡野狐涎。師菴居二十餘載。萬曆庚戌受徑山請。不數月疾作仍返車溪。辛亥冬示寂。茶毗塔於徑山。世壽七十二僧臘三十。

> Zhang Family Son from Xiushui. He first met Wuju as a layman and found deep resonance. Soon after, he left home and became a monk under Wuju. One day, Wuju asked him, "Jingshan's verse on the Three Profundities and Three Essentials says: 'A saying that pierces bone and marrow, / The Three Profundities and Three Essentials leave no shelter.' I want to take one of these two lines as a teaching. Which one would you pick?" The master replied, "Master, you just asked which line." Wuju glared and scolded, "How can you be so forgetful!" The master said, "It's only because Master pierces bone and marrow." Wuju said, "Not so. If it were for you alone, it would be fine. But what about everyone else?" The master said, "To pick one would be to disappoint the ancient sages and mislead later generations." Wuju said, "Yes, yes." The master went to Jingshan, built a hut, and compiled Wuju's teachings. One day, he returned to visit. Wuju asked, "What have you been up to all this time?" The master said, "I bought a piece of land and got the original deed. I've written it out and ask you to sign and seal it." He then presented the compiled text. Wuju took it, opened it, and said, "This is mine—where's yours?" The master said, "Master, you can't barge in and take over the market." Wuju threw the text down. The master hurried out. Shortly after, he presented a verse. Wuju asked, "Did you write this?" The master said, "I just drum up my meal-time energy. If I claimed any real accomplishment, I'd be betraying you plenty." Wuju nodded. After becoming abbot, he addressed the assembly: "The great path has no direction, ultimate truth defies words. It leaps beyond the Three Vehicles and towers above the Ten Stages. Where no dharma reaches, it shines with special radiance. Before beings and Buddhas are divided, the spiritual source glows alone. It does not fall into seeing or hearing, does not follow sounds or forms. Directly, there is not a trace of anything. Yet the whole world reveals its extraordinary workings. Even if you attain realization at a staff's blow or awaken at a shout, that's still bending the rules for the present age. If you go further and forget both light and objects, uniting mind with equality, even that is not the final word. Thus it's said: 'The road above, a thousand sages do not transmit. Seekers tire their bodies like apes grasping at shadows.' Arriving here, you cut off practice, cut off understanding, cut off illumination, cut off function, cut off principle, cut off phenomena. It stands like a heavenly sword, awe-inspiring in divine might, like an iron ox's presence that cannot be confined. Today, before those with clear eyes, I dare not hide it away. I open it wide." He raised his whisk and said, "Honored ones, do you understand? Glowing through ages, ancient and present, just this. The great trichiliocosm is one idle body." He addressed the assembly: "On the solitary peak's summit, I stride freely through the universe. On the crossroads of the world, few are the kindred spirits I meet. I do not bow to Vimalakirti, do not honor Layman Fu." After a pause: "Lift your head beyond the sky and look—who is such a person?" He addressed the assembly: "The three realms are mind only; the myriad dharmas are consciousness only." He struck his staff: "Last night's timely rain dripped on the empty steps, soaking the green moss completely." He addressed the assembly: "The great path is vast and wide, the long sky leaves no traces. Press down the cloud-head and send a different message. Live and die together—when the wind blows, the grass bends. Tell me: is it better to hold people close or let them go? Heaven and earth are one dough-cake. Sun and moon are two air-balls." He addressed the assembly: "Clearly on the tips of a hundred grasses, clearly the meaning of the patriarchs. Old Layman Pang laughed himself to death—yet still he dozes. Luzu faced the wall when people came, knowing nothing of warmth or courtesy. The demon-controller grabbed his fork at once, without a trace of propriety. Nanshan's snub-nosed turtle is worse than a dead loach. Xiyuan's tweezers are dull as a worn-out saw. Tell me: how does Great Compassion help people? The wheel-turning king hasn't yet thrown his three inches, but across the world the sound of axe and knife resounds." For Buddha's Bathing ceremony, he ascended the hall: "In the Lambhini garden, ugliness was once revealed. Before the ancient Buddha hall, the form appears again. Without the power of sunlight samadhi, how could you wash this body clean? Great assembly, old Shakyamuni was born today. Tell me, has he yet touched the ground?" A monk stepped out and said, "He has already landed." The master said, "Who told you that?" The monk was speechless. The master said, "Using a ladle to divine by listening to empty sounds." A monk asked, "When the principle of pure emptiness ultimately has no body, what then?" The master said, "A practitioner should be thus." The monk asked, "Is there anything further above?" The master said, "The egret is hidden in snow—only seen when it flies. The parrot hides in willows—known only when it speaks." A monk asked, "After you pass away, where will you go?" The master said, "Beneath a thousand pines, beside a hundred grasses." As the master was tending the fire, a monk asked, "What is the innate true Buddha of self-nature?" The master said, "Bring me a bundle of firewood." The monk carried the wood over and asked again. The master said, "This fellow doesn't even know good from bad." He struck him. A monk asked, "What is the supreme vehicle?" The master said, "Bound with rattan and bamboo." The monk asked, "What does that mean?" The master said, "Thirty years from now." A monk came to pay respects. The master asked, "Where are you from?" The monk said, "Lushan." The master said, "The ancients said, 'Don't seek where Lushan falls—the elephant king's trunk pokes at the sky.' Where does Lushan fall?" The monk said, "Please, Master, show some respect." The master lowered his head and let it go. He taught a verse on mindful Buddha-recitation: "With wholehearted Buddha-recitation, follow the public path. When each thought is selfless, Buddha becomes radiant. When public and private both vanish, Mind-only, Buddha-only—what more to discuss? Whether busy or idle, don't debate. Unbroken from moment to moment is the practice. One call awakens the Lord of Compassion, Every atom, every dust is the Pure Land. Sincere Buddha-recitation—brocade with flowers. Merit beyond measure, vast as the sea sands. The six senses clearly reveal the whole body, Same name, same title, with no difference." Verse on firecrackers: "Round and seamless, no cracks. Dense and tight, no wind passes. One spark of ignorance ignites, And the body divides throughout the land." Teaching people: "Opening the mouth, I cast out my whole heart. When you start to think, you miss the sound. Words from home, spoken a hundred thousand years ago— I pour out my guts to tell you plainly. Arising thought seeks mind—that thought is already mind. Suddenly no thought arises—and no-mind is nowhere absent. Within the nine-layered citadel, always the master, Through all ages, unmoving sovereign. Do your utmost, put all your effort into practice. Search inside and out—truly, there's nothing there. Just when there's no way forward, Suddenly you hear a song from the village." "Mind is Buddha—that's talk behind a screen. Neither mind nor Buddha—that too is a skillful means. If you truly want to know the real place, You must spit out all the wild fox's slobber." The master lived in a hermitage for over twenty years. In 1610, he accepted the invitation to Jingshan. Within a few months, illness struck and he returned to Chexi. In the winter of 1611, he passed away. His cremated remains were enshrined in a stupa at Jingshan. He lived seventy-two years and held the monk's robe for thirty rainy seasons.