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title: "靈峰蕅益大師宗論 · 妙圓尊者往生傳"
description: "靈峰蕅益大師宗論是明末高僧智旭的著作。明末佛教面臨內部僵化與外部挑戰，智旭大師立足天台宗，主張禪教律淨融合，回應時代弊病。該書匯集其書信、註疏與開示，系統闡述性相融通、淨土為歸的佛學思想，強調解行並進與實踐修行。作為中國佛教史上承先啟後的巨著，它深刻影響了後世漢傳佛教的發展，尤其對淨土宗的推廣貢獻卓著，被尊為淨土宗第九祖的智旭，其思想透過此論成為明清佛教的重要指南。"
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### 妙圓尊者往生傳并贊

> Holy Monk Miaoyuan: Rebirth Record, with Praise

尊者妙圓，諱如會，燕都譚氏子，世襲萬戶侯，幼茹素，三十九歲出家，誓行頭陀，脅不著席，前後共然六指，燒頂煉臂無算。初至南方，唯事苦行。牛頭住持，激以究理，大為感發。一心念佛，遂得豁忘身世，而不自稱悟。見一切緇素，不作寒溫語。單己獨行，不畜餘長。夏棄冬衣，冬盡捨夏。天下名山，歷覽殆遍。心慈而色厲，凡開示人，必猛厲懇切，不順庸情。丙戌，晤尊者於石城之隈，次同住濟生菴，盤桓數日。公喜予朴實，予敬公戒德禪定，每行坐必推讓之。戊子秋，過淮安清江浦，眾見其儀容不凡，留供養。未幾，以一衲贈萬德菴主人，且囑之曰：「吾不久將去，特一事相託。」主人曰：「和尚方來，何遽言去？」荅曰：「西方去耳，可以遺身付江流中，普與魚蟲結淨土緣。」主人辭不敢。尊者曰：「若然，茶毗後，以骨和麵粉，為我結緣何如？」主人曰：「可。」因命辦大燭好香，眾莫測其意。至十月十九夜，四鼓，忽呼主人曰：「為我大開各門，燒香點燭。」主人點燭竟，寂然坐逝。四方皆聞異香，爭來禮拜供養。遵命茶毗，作餌，樂與江中。世壽七十有一，僧臘三十二年。尊者曩在水草菴，謂劉道澂曰：「一心念佛，耑求上品上生，便是向上第一義諦，汝輩若不肯信，試看我將來得生淨土，便當信也。」噫！今果然矣。贊曰：

> The Venerable Miaoyuan, whose monastic name was Ruhui, was born into the Tan family of Yan capital, hereditary holders of the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households. From childhood, he was vegetarian and at age 39 left home to become a monk, vowing to practice asceticism, never letting his back touch a bed. Over time, he burned six fingers and countless times scorched his head and arms. When he first arrived in the South, he devoted himself solely to arduous practices. As abbot of Niutou Monastery, he was urged to investigate the ultimate truth, which deeply stirred him. Wholeheartedly reciting the Buddha’s name, he suddenly attained a state where he forgot his own body and worldly affairs, yet he never claimed enlightenment. When meeting any monk or layperson, he never spoke idle greetings. Traveling alone without extra belongings, he cast away winter clothes in summer and parted with summer garments come winter. He visited almost every sacred mountain across the land. His heart was compassionate, yet his demeanor severe; whenever teaching others, he was forceful, earnest, and unyielding to worldly sentiment. In 1646, I met the Venerable in a bend of Rock City, and we later lived together at Jisheng Nunnery for several days. He appreciated my simplicity, and I respected his precept-observing virtue and meditative concentration; in walking and sitting, we always yielded to one another. In the autumn of 1648, when passing through Qingjiangpu in Huai’an, the crowd saw his refined bearing and retained him for offerings. Before long, he gave a robe to the master of Wan’an Hermitage and earnestly said: “I will soon depart, so I entrust one matter to you.” The master replied: “Reverend, you have just arrived; why speak so suddenly of leaving?” The Venerable answered: “I am going to the West. Please cast my body into the river, so it may broadly form a Pure Land affinity with fish and insects.” The master declined, daring not. The Venerable then asked: “If so, after cremation, mix my bones with flour and make offerings to form bonds—what do you say?” The master agreed, so he ordered large candles and fine incense prepared. No one understood his intention. On the night of the 19th day of the 10th month, at the fourth watch, he suddenly called the master: “Open all doors wide for me, and light incense and candles.” After the master lit the candles, he quietly sat and passed away. A rare fragrance spread in all directions, and everyone came to pay respects and make offerings. They cremated his body as instructed, ground the remains into food balls, and joyfully cast them into the river. He was 71 by worldly age and had spent 32 years as a monk. Previously, while at Shuicao Hermitage, the Venerable said to Liu Daocheng: “Single-mindedly reciting the Buddha’s name, exclusively seeking supreme rebirth in the highest grade—this is the foremost true principle. If you cannot believe, just watch where I will be reborn after death; then you will come to believe.” Indeed, his words came true. In praise:

淨土橫超，圓頓希有。佛祖贊揚，異音同口。生盲罔知，猶將別扣。妄擬融通，終成塵垢。唯我妙公，作師子吼。一句彌陀，博施約守。末後光明，機緣非偶。稽首同歸，誓弗敢後。

> The Pure Land's direct crossing is rare, perfect, and sudden. Buddhas and patriarchs all praise it with one voice. The blind, unaware, still try to approach it through other means. But seeking to synthesize it with other paths only leaves dust and stains. Only our wondrous master, roaring like a lion, teaches one phrase—Amitabha—a broad gift held in simple practice. His final radiance shines, for this encounter was no coincidence. I bow and return, vowing never to lag behind.