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title: "念佛警策 · 紀夢"
description: "念佛警策由清代居士彭际清纂集，成书于乾隆年间。该书辑录了净土宗历代祖师大德关于念佛修行的精要开示、往生事迹及劝诫语录，旨在警策修行者精进念佛、深信切愿、求生净土。作为净土宗重要典籍，它系统总结了念佛实践的心要，强化了信愿行的修学体系，对清代以来净土法门的传播与修行产生了深远影响，是修习念佛法门不可或缺的指导性文献。"
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### 紀夢

> Dream Record

袁中道

萬歷甲寅十月十五夜。課畢趺坐。忽瞑去。如得定。俄魂出屋上。月正明。不覺飄然輕舉。疾如飛鳥。雲中二童子駛呼予曰。逐我來。蓋西行也。下視城邑村落。若蜂衙蟻穴。俄二童子下至地。曰住。予隨下。見垣道如繩。平如掌。眎其地。非沙石。光耀滑膩逐路有渠。文石為砌寬十餘丈許。渠中五色蓮。芳香非常。渠上樹枝葉晃耀。好鳥和鳴。間有金橋界渠欄楯交羅。樹內樓閣整麗無比。樓中人清美妍好。宛若仙。皆睨予而笑。童子行速。予追不及。大呼曰可於金橋少待。童子如言。始及之。共倚橋上寶欄少息。予揖問卿何人。此何處幸為我言。曰予靈和先生侍者也。先生與卿有所晤言。予曰先生何人。曰即令兄中郎先生。相見自為卿言。可疾往。復取道至一處。樹十餘株。葉翠羽花金瓣。樹下池水汩汩。池上白玉扉。一童先入。一童導過樓閣二十餘重。金色晃耀。靈花異草拂簷楹。至一樓下。一人下迎。神似中郎。而顏如玉。衣若雲霞。長丈餘見而喜曰。弟至矣。擕手上樓設拜。有四五天人來共坐。中郎曰。此西方邊地也。信解未成戒寶未全者。多生此。亦名懈慢國。上方有化佛樓臺。前有大池可百由旬。中有妙蓮。眾生托體。滿則散處樓臺。與有緣淨友相聚。以無婬聲美色。勝解易成。不久進為淨土中人。予私念如此尚是邊地耶。問兄生何處。中郎曰。我淨願雖深情染未除。初生此少時。今居淨域矣。終以乘急戒緩。僅地居。不得與大士升虗空寶閣。尚需進修耳。幸宿生智慧猛利。又曾作西方論。讚嘆如來不可思議度生之力。感得飛行自在。游諸剎土。諸佛說法。皆得往聽。此實為勝。拉予行冉冉上升。倐忽千萬里。至一處隨中郎下。無日月無晝夜。光耀無障蔽皆以琉璃為地。內外映徹以黃金繩雜廁間錯。界以七寶分劑分明。樹皆栴檀吉祥。行行相值。莖莖相望數千萬重。一一葉出眾妙花。作異寶色。下為寶池。波揚無量自然妙聲其底沙純以金剛。池中眾寶蓮葉五色光。池上隱隱危樓逈帶。閣道旁出。棟宇相承。窗闥交映。階墀軒檻。種種滿足。皆有無量樂器。演諸法音。大小彌陀經所載。十不得其杪忽耳。仰而睇之。空中樓閣。皆如雲氣。中郎曰。汝所見。淨土地行眾生光景。過此為法身大士。住處。甚美妙。千倍萬倍於此。神通亦百倍千倍於此。吾以慧力遊其間。不得住也。過此為十地等覺所居。吾亦不得而知。過此為妙覺所居。惟佛與佛乃能知之。語罷復至一處。無牆垣。有欄楯院宇光耀非常。不知何物為之。覺黃金白玉。皆如土色。共坐一樓下。少談。中郎曰。吾不圖樂之至此極也。使吾生時嚴持戒律。尚不止此。大都乘戒俱急。生品最高。次戒急生最穩。若有乘無戒。多為業力所牽。流入八部鬼神眾去。予親見同人矣。弟般若氣分頗深。戒定力甚少。夫悟理不能生戒定。亦狂慧也。歸五濁。趁強健。實悟實修。兼持淨願。勤行方便。憐憫一切。不久自有良晤。一入他途。可怖可畏如不能持戒。有龍樹六齋法見存。遵而行之。殺戒尤急。寄語同學未有日啟鸞刀口貪滋味。而能生清泰者也。雖說法如雲如雨。何益於事。我與汝空王劫時。世為兄弟。乃至六道。莫不皆然。幸我已得善地。恐汝墮落。方便神力攝汝至此。淨穢相隔。不得久留。予更問伯修諸人生處曰。生處皆佳。汝後自知。忽凌空而逝。予起步池上如墮。一駭而醒。通身汗下。時殘燈在篝。明月照窗。更四下矣。

> In the tenth lunar month of the Wanli reign, on the night of the fifteenth day, after completing my evening recitation, I sat in meditation. Suddenly I lost consciousness, as if entering samadhi. Before long, my spirit left my body and floated above the roof. The moon shone bright, and before I knew it, I was gently rising into the air, moving as swiftly as a bird. Amidst the clouds, two young boys called out to me, saying, "Follow us." They were heading west. Looking down, cities and villages appeared like beehives and ant nests. Soon the two boys descended to the ground and said, "Stop." I followed them down. I saw walls and paths as straight as a rope, flat as a palm. The ground beneath was not sand or gravel—it was radiant, smooth, and lustrous. Along the paths ran canals, lined with patterned stone, over thirty feet wide. In the canals bloomed five-colored lotuses with an extraordinary fragrance. Trees along the canals had shimmering leaves and branches, and beautiful birds sang in harmony. Occasionally, golden bridges spanned the canals, with railings interwoven. Within the groves stood pavilions and towers, exquisite and orderly beyond compare. The people within the towers were pure, elegant, and beautiful, like immortals. They all glanced at me and smiled. The boys moved quickly, and I could not keep pace. I called out, "Please wait for me on the golden bridge." The boys obliged, and I caught up. Together we leaned on the jeweled railings of the bridge to rest. I bowed and asked, "Who are you, and what place is this? Please tell me." They replied, "We are attendants of Master Linghe. He wishes to speak with you." I asked, "Who is this Master?" They said, "He is your elder brother, Master Zhonglang. He will tell you himself when you meet. We must hurry." We then took another path to a place with a dozen trees, their leaves like emerald feathers and their flowers like golden petals. Beneath the trees, pool water gurgled. At the pool stood a white jade gate. One boy entered first, while the other led me past twenty-odd layers of towers, all gleaming with golden light. Exotic flowers and rare herbs brushed against the eaves and pillars. We arrived at a tower where a man descended to greet us. He resembled my elder brother Zhonglang, but with a face like jade and robes like clouds and mist. He was over ten feet tall. Seeing me, he joyfully said, "My younger brother has arrived." Taking my hand, he led me upstairs to pay respects. Four or five celestial beings came to sit with us. Zhonglang said, "This is the borderland of the Western Pure Land. Those whose faith and understanding are not yet complete, or whose precepts are not yet perfected, are often born here. It is also called the Land of the Lazy and Arrogant. Above, there are transformed Buddha towers and platforms. Before them lies a great pool about a hundred leagues wide, filled with wonderful lotuses where beings take their rebirth. Once full, they disperse to the towers and platforms, gathering with kindred spirits of purity. Because there is no seductive sound or beauty, their superior understanding is easily achieved, and before long they advance to become true residents of the Pure Land." I thought to myself, "Is even this still the borderland?" I asked my brother where he had been born. Zhonglang said, "Although my pure vows were deep, my emotional attachments were not yet cleared. Initially born here for a short time, I now dwell in the Pure Land proper. Yet, because my practice of meditative concentration lagged behind my wisdom, I only reside on the ground. I cannot yet ascend with the great bodhisattvas to the jeweled towers in the sky, and I still need to cultivate further. Fortunately, due to the sharp wisdom of past lives, and because I once wrote a treatise on the Western Land, praising the Tathagata's inconceivable power to liberate beings, I have gained the ability to fly freely, roam through various Buddha-lands, and attend the discourses of all Buddhas. This is truly a superior attainment." He then pulled me along as we rose gradually, covering millions of miles in an instant. We arrived at a place and descended with Zhonglang. There was no sun or moon, no day or night—only radiant light with no obstruction. The ground was entirely of lapis lazuli, transparent from within and without, bordered by golden cords interwoven with seven treasures, their boundaries clearly defined. All the trees were of sandalwood and auspicious wood, rows aligned, trunks facing each other across countless layers. Each leaf bore exquisite flowers in rare jewel tones. Below were jeweled pools whose waves sent forth countless natural, subtle sounds. The pool beds were of pure vajra. Within the pools, lotuses of many treasures and leaves emitted five-colored light. Above the pools, lofty towers faintly soared, with walkways extending sideways, beams and rafters interlocking, windows and doors reflecting one another. Steps, terraces, railings, and balconies were all complete, each with countless musical instruments playing various Dharma sounds. Even the Amitabha Sutra, both long and short versions, cannot capture a fraction of this. Looking up, the airborne towers appeared like clouds. Zhonglang said, "What you see is the realm of earth-dwelling beings in the Pure Land. Beyond this dwell the Dharma-body great bodhisattvas. Their abodes are a thousand, ten thousand times more exquisite, and their spiritual powers a hundred, a thousand times greater. I can visit them through the power of wisdom, but I cannot dwell there. Beyond that live the tenth-ground and near-enlightenment bodhisattvas, of which I cannot even know fully. Beyond that resides the realm of perfect enlightenment, known only to Buddhas." After speaking, we arrived at another place—no walls, only railings and courtyards, radiant beyond description. I could not tell what material they were made of; even gold and white jade seemed like mere earth-toned stones. We sat together beneath a tower and talked briefly. Zhonglang said, "I never imagined joy could reach such heights! Had I strictly upheld the precepts in my lifetime, I would be even higher. Generally, those who cultivate both wisdom and precepts with diligence are born in the highest grade. Next are those who emphasize precepts, born most securely. But if one has wisdom without precepts, one is often dragged by karmic forces into the realms of the eight classes of gods and demons. I have personally seen companions of that kind. My brother, your affinity with prajna wisdom is deep, but your concentration and moral discipline are weak. Understanding principles without generating concentration and discipline is merely wild wisdom. Return to the impure world. While you are still strong and healthy, truly awaken and truly cultivate, uphold pure vows, diligently practice skillful means, and show compassion to all beings. Before long, we shall meet again well. If you stray into another path, it will be terrifying and dreadful. If you cannot uphold the precepts, the six-day purifying practice of Nagarjuna still exists—follow it diligently. The precept against killing is especially urgent. Tell our fellow practitioners: no one who daily sharpens the butcher's knife while indulging in delicious flavors can be reborn in the Pure Land. Even if they preach the Dharma like clouds and rain, what use is it? In the distant kalpas of emptiness, you and I were brothers, lifetime after lifetime, throughout the six realms. Fortunately, I have attained a good place, but fearing you might fall, I used my spiritual power to bring you here. The pure and the impure are separated—I cannot stay long." I then asked about the rebirths of Boxiu and others. He said, "Their rebirths are all excellent. You will know later." Suddenly he soared into the sky and vanished. I started walking by the pool, then fell, and with a start, woke up. My whole body was drenched in sweat. The dim lamp was still by the bundle, and the bright moon shone through the window. It was past the fourth watch.