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title: "石門文字禪 · 蘄州資福院逢禪師碑銘"
description: "石門文字禪是宋代高僧釋德洪的詩文集。德洪又稱惠洪，活躍於北宋末南宋初，與蘇軾、黃庭堅等文人交遊，是禪宗臨濟宗黃龍派的重要傳人。該書內容豐富，不僅收錄了大量詩歌、偈頌和文章，更以文字闡釋禪理，融通文學與佛學，體現了文字禪的獨特風格。書中強調不離文字而悟道，對宋代及後世禪宗思想影響深遠，是研究中國佛教史、文學史及文字禪思想的珍貴典籍。"
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### 蘄州資福院逢禪師碑銘并序

> Master Feng’s Steles Inscription at Qizhou Zifu Temple<note place="inline">with preface</note>

自達磨入中國，授二祖心要，而以衣為信，故六世為之單傳。至曹谿藏其衣，故諸方得者輩出。其魁壘絕類，碩大光明，有若衡山觀音、廬陵清原者，特為學者之所宗仰，天下號二甘露門。令逢禪師者，清原九世之嫡孫，黃龍機公之高弟也。此先，蓋福州閩縣人，生於陳氏，自其少時，英特開爽，不愛處俗，耆年敬愛之。唐乾元初，落髮於隱真寺。明年，受具足戒，即策杖遊方，聞黃龍參出巖頭，門風孤峻，自荊楚舟漢江，抵鄂渚，而機公杜門卻掃，棧絕世路，學者皆望崖而退。師獨扣其戶，俄聞疾呼曰：「擊門者為誰？」荅曰：「令逢。」曰：「未來此間亦不失。」荅曰：「若失，爭辭與麼來？」曰：「來底事作麼生？」荅曰：「昨日親自渡江。」黃龍於是開扉，笑而器許之。師從容遊詠，日聞智證，雖不事接納，而戶外之屨常滿，痛自韜晦，而人間之譽益著。以順義癸未之秋，辭黃龍北遊，戾止祁陽月峰之下，刱為茅茨，一飯奉身，跏趺終日，學者追隨而至，川輸雲委。前刺史奇章公拜謁，受法要，而請升座，道俗懽呼，謂一佛出世，遂成叢林，號南禪男子。張宏甫施宅為寺，莊嚴之妙，疑絳闕清都從空而墮也。歲在戊子夏，淨髮，更衣而坐，謂門弟子曰：「吾委息後，衣麻、饌客、號踊哭泣，皆不可為。苟違吾言，則非吾法侶。」於是以書遍辭檀信。六月八日，示微疾，泊然而化。閱世五十有一，坐三十四夏，塔于郡城之北。太和中，忽見夢於父老曰：「吾欲出塔大作佛事。」於是啟塔，而顏貌如生，萬眾作禮龕而供事之。自是則能指揮造化，縱奪禍福，使雨暘時若，百穀茂遂。民建寺其旁，世以父子傳器，夜燈午梵，自唐迨今不替。政和之間，禪林易之，更兩代荒殘，如逃亡人家。宣和太守林公，以嘉祐寺彌勒院僧擇文主之，從檀之請也。文疏通解事，材智有餘，道行信於邦人。初至之夕，適大雨，九徙其床。一年而施者填門，冠蓋無虛日。二年而修廡密室，綠疏青鎖。三年而崇殿傑閣間見層出，遊僧過客摩肩仍袂，已至者忘去，方來者如歸。余嘗與林敏功子仁過焉。仁曰：「寺以律名，而禪規不減諸方，廩無餘粟，食堂日集千指，非有以大過人，何以臻此？」余曰：「昔臨濟北歸，仰山歎曰：『此人它日道行吳越，但遇風則止。』溈山問：『有續之者乎？』對曰：『將此深心奉塵剎，是則名為報佛恩。』故世稱念法華為仰山後身，庸詎知文非逢公邪？」子仁曰：「彼以荷擔大法，此方從事有為。仰山逢公若是班乎？」余曰：「昔普淨禪師不務說法，庵於王城之東，日浴萬眾，曰：『時機淺昧，難提正令，姑使善法流行足矣。』又安知逢公之意不出於此乎？」明年冬，遣其徒來乞文，又系之以辭曰：

> When Bodhidharma first came to China, he transmitted the essential teaching to the Second Patriarch, using the robe as a token of faith, and so it was passed down in single succession for six generations. When Huineng of Caoxi concealed the robe, practitioners began to emerge in all directions. Among them were those of towering stature, vast brilliance, and luminous wisdom—such as Guanyin of Mount Heng and Qingyuan of Luling—who were especially revered by students and known throughout the land as the "Two Gates of Sweet Dew." Now, Master Lingfeng was the direct heir in the ninth generation after Qingyuan, and a distinguished disciple of Master Huanglong Ji. He was born in the Chen family in Min County, Fuzhou. From a young age, he was exceptionally bright and free-spirited, unwilling to immerse himself in worldly affairs, and the elders held him in high regard. In the early years of the Qianyuan era of the Tang Dynasty, he shaved his head at Yinzhen Temple. The following year, he received the full precepts and immediately set out with his staff to travel and learn. Hearing that Huanglong had studied under Yantou and that his monastic style was lofty and severe, Lingfeng journeyed from Jingchu by boat along the Han River to Ezhou. But Master Ji had closed his door, swept away all traces of worldly connection, and students would look up at the cliff and turn back. Lingfeng alone knocked on his door. Soon he heard a sharp voice call out, "Who knocks at the door?" He replied, "Lingfeng." The voice said, "Even without coming here, you have not lost anything." Lingfeng replied, "If I had not lost anything, how could I speak of coming like this?" The voice asked, "What is this coming?" Lingfeng replied, "Yesterday I personally crossed the river." At this, Huanglong opened the door, smiled, and acknowledged him with approval. Lingfeng then dwelt there leisurely, learning wisdom and insight day by day. Though he did not actively seek disciples, shoes always filled the doorway, and though he strove to conceal his own virtue, his reputation spread ever wider. In the autumn of the Guiwei year of the Shunyi era, he took leave of Huanglong and traveled north, eventually settling beneath Mount Yuefeng in Qiyang. There he built a simple hut, eating one meal a day and sitting in meditation from dawn to dusk. Students followed him in great numbers, gathering like clouds streaming into a river. The former governor, Lord Qizhang, came to pay his respects and received the essential teaching. He invited Lingfeng to ascend the teaching seat, and monks and laypeople alike rejoiced, saying a Buddha had appeared in the world. Thus a great monastery grew up around him, known as the Southern Zen Community. Zhang Hongfu donated his house to become a temple, and its splendid adornment seemed like a celestial palace descended from the heavens. In the summer of the Wuzi year, Lingfeng bathed, shaved his head, changed his robes, and sat upright. He told his disciples, "After I pass away, do not wear mourning hemp, do not prepare feasts for guests, and do not wail or weep. If you go against my words, you are not my companions in the Dharma." Then he sent letters to all his lay supporters. On the eighth day of the sixth month, he showed a slight illness and passed away peacefully. He had lived for fifty-one years, with thirty-four rainy seasons in the sangha. His stupa was built north of the city wall. During the Taihe era, he appeared in a dream to an elder, saying, "I wish to come out of the stupa to perform great Buddhist works." So the stupa was opened, and his face appeared as if alive. Tens of thousands of people paid homage and enshrined his body in a niche. From then on, he was able to command the forces of nature, to grant or withhold fortune and misfortune, to bring timely rain and sunshine, and to make the hundred grains flourish. The people built a temple beside it, and for generations it was passed down from father to son, with lamps burning at night and chanting at noon, never ceasing from the Tang Dynasty to the present day. During the Zhenghe era, the temple fell into the hands of careless stewards, and after two generations it became desolate, like an abandoned house. In the Xuanhe era, Governor Lin appointed the monk Zewen of Mile Monastery at Jiayou Temple to take charge, at the request of the lay supporters. Zewen was knowledgeable, capable, resourceful, and his virtuous conduct was trusted by the people of the region. On the first night he arrived, heavy rain fell, and he had to move his bed nine times. Within one year, donors crowded at his gate, and dignitaries came without cease. Within two years, halls and quiet chambers were repaired, with green lattice windows and blue door locks. Within three years, lofty halls and elegant pavilions rose in layers, and itinerant monks and visitors thronged shoulder to shoulder—those who had come forgot to leave, and those who came new felt as if they were returning home. I once visited with Lin Mingong, also known as Ziren. Ziren said, "This temple is known as a Vinaya monastery, yet its Zen standards are no less than those of any other community. Its granary never has surplus grain, yet the dining hall feeds a thousand people every day. Without extraordinary qualities, how could this be achieved?" I replied, "In the past, when Linji returned north, Yangshan sighed and said, 'This man will one day spread the Dharma in Wu and Yue, but he will stop when he meets the wind.' Weishan asked, 'Is there anyone who will continue his work?' Yangshan replied, 'I will dedicate this deep mind to countless worlds, and this is how I repay the Buddha's kindness.' Thus the world says that Nian Fahua was the reincarnation of Yangshan. Who is to say that Zewen is not the continuation of Master Lingfeng?" Ziren said, "But one carried the great Dharma on his shoulders, while the other devotes himself to worldly works. Can Yangshan and Lingfeng really be on the same level?" I replied, "In the past, Master Pujing did not focus on preaching. He built a hut east of the royal city and bathed the masses daily, saying, 'The times are shallow and dull, hard to lift up the true teaching. It is enough to let good dharmas circulate.' Who is to say that Lingfeng's intention was not the same?" The following winter, Zewen sent his disciples to request this inscription, and I add these words:

我懷巖頭，僧中之龍，本無寔法，但識綱宗。乾笑德山，怒呵雪峰，如師子吼，香象失蹤。又如麒麟，不可繫霸，羅山控勒，明招追隨。逢則晚出，天骨權奇。振鬣長鳴，萬馬不嘶。清侯之上，駐我巾瓶。笑示死生，洞開戶庭。意行出入，不施鎖扃。至今城北，白塔亭亭，寶鈴和鳴，上千層霄。下有全身，百神來朝，劫火洞然，大千焚燒。而此堅固，無有動搖。咨爾邦民，當加敬虔。蓋此大士，是汝福田。如黃琳公，如和褒禪。刻此銘詩，以壽山川。

> I hold Yantou in my heart—a dragon among monks. He had no fixed doctrine, yet knew the very essence of the teaching. With a dry laugh, he dismissed Deshan; with a fierce shout, he challenged Xuefeng. His voice was like a lion’s roar, and even mighty elephants lost their footing. He was like a qilin, untamable by any rope. Luoshan held the reins, Mingzhao followed behind. When encountered, he appeared late—heavenly bones, extraordinary grace. When he shook his mane and roared, ten thousand horses fell silent. Above the noble lord’s abode, he lodged my water bottle and whisk. Smiling, he spoke of life and death, opening wide the gates of the house. His comings and goings moved freely, unburdened by locks or bolts. To this day, north of the city, a white stupa stands tall: jeweled bells ring in harmony, rising into the layered clouds. Below rests his complete body, and a hundred spirits come to pay homage. Even when the fire of cosmic destruction blazes, burning the thousand worlds, this solid form remains unmoved. Listen, people of this land, you should offer reverence and devotion. For this great being is your field of blessings. Like Reverend Huanglin, like Reverend He Bochan, I carve this memorial verse to grace the mountains and rivers.