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title: "續比丘尼傳 · 一三、唐長安濟度寺尼法願傳"
description: "續比丘尼傳由釋震華法師於民國時期編述，是中國佛教史上專門記載比丘尼事蹟的重要傳記。該書編撰於二十世紀上半葉，繼承了梁代寶唱《比丘尼傳》的傳統，系統收錄了自南北朝至民國以來的傑出比丘尼傳記。內容詳實記錄了她們的修行經歷、弘法事蹟及對佛教的貢獻，填補了佛教史傳中女性修行者記載的空白。此書不僅是研究中國比丘尼歷史與佛教女性地位的關鍵文獻，也是了解近現代漢傳佛教發展的重要史料，具有極高的學術與宗教價值。"
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### 一三、唐長安濟度寺尼法願傳

> Biography of Nun Fayuan of Jidu Temple in Chang'an, Tang Dynasty

法願，俗姓蕭氏，蘭陵人，梁武帝之六葉孫，唐故司空宋國公瑀之第三女也。乘因敻劫，植本遐生。孕月仙姿，稟清規於帝渚；儀星寶態，降淑範於台門。襁褓之辰，先標婉質；髫齓之歲，遽挺柔情。聰悟發於生知，孝友基乎天縱，中外姻族，莫不異焉。加以骨象無儔，韶妍獨立，鉛華不卸，彩絢春桃，玉顏含澤，光韜朝蕣。年將十歲，頗自矜莊，整飾持容，端懷撿操。每留神於鞶帨，特紆情於紝組；瓊環金翠之珍，茵簟衾幬之飾，必殫華妙。取翫閨闈，麗而不奢，盈而不溢。既而疏襟學府，繹慮詞條，一覽而隅隩咸該，再覿而英華畢搴。豪飛八體，究軒史之奇文；法兼二妙，符衛姬之逸迹。群藝式甄，女儀逾劭，宋公特深撫異，將求嘉世，載佇孫龍，以光宋鯉。而嚴庭垂訓，早沐慈波；鼎室承規，幼明真諦。飄花見雪，初陪太傅之歡；摘葉為香，遽警息慈之念。爰發宏誓，思證菩提，懼塵情於六禮，乃翹誠於十誦。承間薦謁，請離俗緣。宋公論道槐端，丹青神化，虔襟柰苑，梁棟正法，重違雅志，許以出家。甫及笄年，爰披法服，乃於濟度伽藍，別營禪次。庭標雁塔，遠蔑娀臺；藏寫龍宮，遙嗤魯館。於是㳂空寂念，襲慧薰心，悅彼糞衣，俄捐綺縠，甘茲蔬膳，遽𢇛膻腥。戒行與松柏齊貞，慧解共冰泉等徹；超然拔類，恬然宴坐。若乃弟兄辦供，親眷設齋，九乳流音，六銖含馥，瓶錫咸萃，冠蓋畢臻，唯是瞻仰屏惟，遙申禮謁，自非至戚，罕有覿其形儀者。加以討尋經論，探窮閫域，覈妒路之微言，括毘尼之邃旨。至於法華、般若、攝論、維摩，晨夕披誦，兼之講說。持戒弟子，近數十人，莫不仰味真乘，競趍丹枕，傍窺淨室，爭詣元扉。肅肅焉，濟濟焉，七眾之仰曇彌，何以尚也！重以深明九次，閱想禪枝，洞曉三空，澄襟定水，厭此纏蓋，忽現身疾。大漸之晨，謂諸親屬曰：「是身無我，取譬水萍，是身有累，同夫風葉，生死循環，實均晝夜。然則淨名申誡，本乎速朽；能仁垂則，期於早化。金棺乃示滅之機，玉匣豈棲神之宅？誠宜捐軀鷙鳥，委形噬獸。」斂衿正念，奄然無言，粵以龍朔三年八月廿六日，捨壽於濟度寺之別院，春秋六十三。姊弟永懷沉痛，不忍依承遺約，乃以其年十月十七日，營空於少陵原之側，無名氏為撰墓誌。銘曰：「智有殊稱，法無異源；爭驅意馬，俱制心猿。志擾情紊，神凝理存；展如淑範，獨趨玄門。璇彩星分，瑤姿月舉；含芳槐路，疏貞桂序。雲吐荊臺，霞霏洛渚；學兼班媛，詞彬蔡女。奠禽匪志，救蟻昭仁；捐華台室，沐道玄津。法關開揵，心衢屏塵；九流遣累，八定栖真。忍藥分滋，戒香含烈；傳燈不倦，寫瓶無竭。奄愴神遷，空悲眼滅；式鐫柔範，終天靡絕。」

> Fayuan, whose secular surname was Xiao, hailed from Lanling. She was the sixth-generation descendant of Emperor Wu of Liang and the third daughter of Tang Dynasty's late Minister of Works, Duke of Song, Xiao Yu. Rooted in profound causes from distant kalpas, her foundation was planted in a far-reaching existence. Endowed with an immortal grace from the womb, she received pure precepts by the imperial shores; her star-like precious demeanor bestowed noble virtues upon the noble household. Even in swaddling clothes, her gentle nature was evident; in her early childhood, tender compassion swiftly emerged. Wisdom and insight arose from innate knowledge; filial piety and friendship were founded on natural endowment. Among both maternal and paternal relatives, none regarded her as ordinary. Moreover, her bone structure was unmatched, her youthful beauty stood alone. Without the adornment of cosmetics, her radiance outshone spring peaches; her jade-like face held a lustrous glow, its brilliance outshone the morning hibiscus. By the age of ten, she was already dignified and self-possessed, maintaining a composed appearance and upholding a disciplined conduct. She often focused her attention on embroidery and weaving, taking special care with textiles. Whether it was precious jade rings, golden hairpins, or the adornments of cushions, mats, quilts, and curtains, she ensured they were exquisitely beautiful. In the women's quarters, she delighted in elegance without extravagance, abundance without excess. Subsequently, she broadened her mind in the halls of learning, pondering the principles of literature. With a single glance, she grasped all corners of knowledge; upon a second look, she captured the essence of brilliance. Her calligraphy soared across the eight styles, delving into the wondrous texts of ancient scribes; her skill combined dual excellences, matching the free spirit of Lady Wei. Among the various arts, she distinguished herself, and her feminine virtues grew ever more admirable. Duke Song held her in especially deep affection, hoping to find a worthy match for her, awaiting a grandson like a dragon to bring glory to the Song lineage. Yet, under the strict guidance of her family, she was early bathed in compassionate teachings; within the noble household, she inherited the rules and from a young age understood the true meaning. Like drifting flowers meeting snow, she first shared in the joys of the Grand Tutor; plucking leaves to make incense, she was suddenly awakened to the thought of renunciation. Thus, she made a great vow, aspiring to realize Bodhi. Fearing worldly attachments through the six rites, she earnestly devoted herself to the ten recitations. Seizing an opportunity, she requested to leave secular ties behind. Duke Song, who discoursed on the Dao under the scholar tree, painted the divine transformations, and devoutly upheld the teachings of the Jetavana Grove as a pillar of the true Dharma, reluctantly respected her noble aspiration and permitted her to leave home. As soon as she reached the age of fifteen, she donned the monastic robes and established a separate meditation quarters at the Jidu Monastery. The courtyard marked with a goose pagoda far surpassed the palaces of ancient beauties; the scriptures stored there, like a dragon palace, quietly mocked the halls of Lu. Thereupon, she followed emptiness, calming her thoughts, and embraced wisdom, purifying her mind. Delighting in humble robes, she swiftly discarded fine silks; content with simple vegetarian meals, she abruptly abandoned meat and fish. Her precept observance was as steadfast as pine and cypress; her wisdom was as clear as ice and spring water. Transcending her kind, she sat in serene meditation. When her brothers prepared offerings or relatives set up vegetarian feasts, with the sounds of nine bells flowing and the fragrance of six-ounce incense filling the air, monks and laypeople alike gathered, and officials and nobles all arrived. Yet, she would only be seen behind a screen, offering distant reverence. Unless they were close relatives, few ever beheld her form. Furthermore, she diligently studied sutras and treatises, exploring the depths of their domains, examining the subtle words of the Agamas, and encompassing the profound meanings of the Vinaya. As for the Lotus Sutra, Prajñāpāramitā, Samgraha, and Vimalakirti, she recited them morning and night and also lectured on them. Her disciples upholding the precepts numbered nearly several dozen, all reverently savoring the true vehicle, eagerly approaching the red pillow, glancing toward the pure chamber, and striving to reach the profound gate. Solemn and dignified, how could the reverence of the sevenfold assembly for this female monastic be surpassed! Moreover, she deeply understood the nine successive meditations, contemplating the branches of dhyana. She thoroughly comprehended the three emptinesses, her mind as clear as still water. Disgusted with these entanglements and coverings, she suddenly manifested a physical illness. On the morning of her decline, she said to her relatives: "This body is without self, comparable to floating duckweed; this body is burdened, like a leaf in the wind. Birth and death cycle continuously, truly like day and night. Yet, Vimalakirti gave admonition, rooted in rapid decay; the Able One laid down principles, hoping for early transformation. The golden coffin is but a sign of extinction; how could the jade casket be a dwelling for the spirit? It is truly fitting to abandon the body to birds of prey, to entrust the form to beasts of prey." Gathering her robes and maintaining right mindfulness, she peacefully fell silent. On the twenty-sixth day of the eighth month in the third year of the Longshuo era, she relinquished her life in the separate courtyard of Jidu Monastery at the age of sixty-three. Her sisters and brothers, enduring deep sorrow, could not bear to follow her final wishes. Thus, on the seventeenth day of the tenth month of that same year, they prepared an empty burial on the side of Shaoling Plain. An anonymous person composed the epitaph. Inscription: Wisdom has its special names, but the Dharma has no different source; All strive to rein in the mind-horse, to subdue the heart-monkey. When will is disturbed and emotions disordered, spirit focused and principle preserved; Such was this noble model, who alone entered the profound gate. Her jeweled radiance divided the stars, her jade-like grace lifted the moon; She held fragrance on the scholar's path, maintained purity in the cassia order. Clouds emerged from Jing Terrace, rosy mists drifted over Luo's shores; Her learning combined Ban Zhao's grace, her words were refined like Cai Wenji's. Setting birds free was not her aim, saving ants revealed her benevolence; She cast aside splendor in the noble halls, bathed in the Dao's mysterious ford. The gate of Dharma opened wide, the path of mind cleared of dust; The nine streams cast off burdens, the eight meditations dwelled in truth. The medicine of patience shared its moisture, the incense of precepts held its intensity; Transmitting the lamp tirelessly, filling the vase without exhaustion. Suddenly, sorrowful, the spirit departed, vainly grieving, the eyes closed; Thus engraved, her gentle model shall never fade throughout the heavens.