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title: "萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚拈古請益錄 · 第十八則雪峯普請"
description: "萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚拈古請益錄，簡稱萬松老人評唱天童拈古請益錄，由宋代高僧正覺拈古，元代高僧行秀評唱而成。該書屬禪宗語錄體著作，內容輯錄天童正覺禪師對古德公案的拈提評唱，萬松行秀在此基礎上進一步闡釋發揮，以問答形式啟發學人悟入禪機。此作誕生於宋元禪宗鼎盛時期，融合了臨濟與曹洞宗風，深刻體現了禪宗“不立文字、直指人心”的宗旨，是研究宋元禪宗思想與公案詮釋的重要文獻，在佛教史上具有承先啟後的地位，為後世學人參究禪法提供了權威依據。"
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### 第十八則雪峯普請
> Case 18: Xuefeng's Work Duty
舉雪峰問僧什麼處去。如和尚去。我也恁麼去僧云。普請去。不可別道峰云。去。諾得法旨天童拈云。莫動著。和尚手碎動著三十棒。巡人犯夜雲門云。隨語識人。從苗辨地又是為蛇畫足更添爪距。
> Xuefeng once asked a monk, "Where are you going?" The master said, "Then I'll go the same way." The monk replied, "I'm going to the communal work." What else could he say? Xuefeng said, "Go." Receiving the Dharma teaching. Tiantong commented, "Don't touch it." The master's hands are crushed. "If you touch it, thirty blows." A night patrol catching rule-breakers. Yunmen said, "By your words, I know you." From the shoot, discern the field. "This is just drawing legs on a snake." Adding extra claws.
師云。福州雪峰義存禪師。慈和善巧。退己讓人。萬世典型。令人畏仰如三聖道。一千五百人善知識。話頭也不識。祇奉箇老僧住持事繁。禮拜巖頭云。今日始是鰲山成道。推讚諸方。令法久住。雪巖先師。事勝默師伯。跪受呵斥。或問其故。曰。今諸方或有師資法屬。諍訟招譏。獅子身中蟲。自食肉也。萬松仰效。萬一不可得也。雪峰一日問僧甚麼處去。云普請去。問處莾鹵。答處顢頇。打作一團。已見破綻。雪峰道。去。忙拈補綴針線。轉見縫罅披離。天童拈云。莫動著。惠安顗和尚聞有註趙州十二時謌者。乃曰。趙州十二時謌。如一堆臭屎。豈可更用棘枝挑剔。天童道。動著三十棒。萬松道。和尚上梁不正。怪他下柱參差。閻羅王不吞銕丸。諸鬼不伏。這三十棒。和尚先喫始得。雲門道。因語識人。也祇是依俙彷彿。天童道。為蛇畫足。灰骨裏認得雲門。忽有人問萬松。和尚還識天童麼。向道你這一隊。攢簇萬松。圖箇什麼。
> The Master said: "Chan Master Yicun of Xuefeng in Fuzhou was compassionate, skilled, and humble, always yielding to others. He set an eternal example, inspiring awe and reverence. As the elder Sancheng said, 'A good teacher to 1,500 people, but he doesn't even recognize a huatou; he's just busy with monastic affairs.' When Xuefeng bowed to Yantou, saying, 'From today, I have attained enlightenment on Aoshan,' he praised the teachings of all directions so the Dharma would endure long. Xueyan, my late teacher, served his senior dharma brother Shengmo, kneeling to accept scoldings. When asked why, he said, 'Nowadays, in various places, teachers and students, bound by dharma, argue and invite criticism. It's like worms eating the lion's own flesh.' I try my utmost to emulate this, but it's hard to achieve even a fraction." One day, Xuefeng asked a monk, "Where are you going?" The monk replied, "To the communal work." The question was rough, and the answer was vague. They clashed, and a flaw was visible. Xuefeng said, "Go," then hurried to mend the tear with needle and thread, only making the gaps more obvious. Tiantong commented, "Don't stir it up." When Master Hui'an of Xi'an heard there was a commentary on Zhaozhou's \*Twelve Hours Song\*, he said, "Zhaozhou's \*Twelve Hours Song\* is like a pile of stinking shit. Why would you pick at it with a thorny branch?" Tiantong said, "If you stir it, you'll get thirty strokes." Wansong said, "The master's beam is crooked, so why blame the pillar for being uneven? If the King of Hell doesn't swallow iron pills, the ghosts won't submit. Those thirty strokes—the master should take them first." Yunmen said, "Through words, you know the person—but it's only vague and uncertain." Tiantong said, "That's drawing legs on a snake. Recognize Yunmen within the bone ashes." If someone suddenly asks me, Wansong, "Master, do you recognize Tiantong?" I'd say to them, "You lot crowding around me—what are you trying to get?"