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第八回
zàojīngchuán
guānyīnfèngzhǐshàngchángān

The Buddha Creates the Sutra, Preaching the Ultimate Bliss · Guanyin Receives the Edict and Proceeds to Chang'an

第八回
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蘇武慢詞
shìwènchánguāncānqiúshùwǎngwǎngdàotóulǎoshìwènchánguāncānqiúshùwǎngwǎngdàotóulǎo
zhuānzuòjìngxuěwéiliángleduōniánshàozhuānzuòjìngxuěwéiliángleduōniánshào
máotūnhǎijièjīntóutuówēixiàomáotūnhǎijièjīntóutuówēixiào
shíchāoshísānshèngníngzhìleshēngliùdàoshíchāoshísānshèngníngzhìleshēngliùdào
shuítīngjuéxiǎngqiányīnshùxiàshēngchūnxiǎoshuítīngjuéxiǎngqiányīnshùxiàshēngchūnxiǎo
cáoxiǎnjiùlǐngyúnshēnchùrényīnyǎocáoxiǎnjiùlǐngyúnshēnchùrényīnyǎo
qiānzhàngbīngliánkāi殿diànliánchuíxiāngniǎoqiānzhàngbīngliánkāi殿diànliánchuíxiāngniǎo
shíjiéshíyuánliú便biànjiànlóngwángsānbǎoshíjiéshíyuánliú便biànjiànlóngwángsānbǎo
如來回靈山

zhèpiānmíngmàn》。huàbiǎoláibiélehuízhìléiyīnbǎochàdànjiànsānqiānzhūbǎiāluójīngāngbiāndōuzhízhechuángfānbǎogàibǎoxiānhuābǎilièzàilíngshānxiānjìngsuōluóshuānglínzhīxiàjiēyíngláijiàzhùxiángyúnduìzhòngdào:「shènshēnbiànguānsānjiègēnběnxìngyuánjìngmiètóngkōngxiàngsuǒyǒutiǎnguāihóushìshìshímíngshēngshǐxiàngshì。」shuōfàngshèzhīguāng滿mǎnkōngyǒubáihóngshíèrdàonánběitōngliánzhòngjiànleguīshēnbàishǎoqǐngjiānqìngyúncǎidēngshàngpǐnliántáiduānránzuòxiàzhèpiānmíngmàn》。huàbiǎoláibiélehuízhìléiyīnbǎochàdànjiànsānqiānzhūbǎiāluójīngāngbiāndōuzhízhechuángfānbǎogàibǎoxiānhuābǎilièzàilíngshānxiānjìngsuōluóshuānglínzhīxiàjiēyíngláijiàzhùxiángyúnduìzhòngdào:「shènshēnbiànguānsānjiègēnběnxìngyuánjìngmiètóngkōngxiàngsuǒyǒutiǎnguāihóushìshìshímíngshēngshǐxiàngshì。」shuōfàngshèzhīguāngmǎnkōngyǒubáihóngshíèrdàonánběitōngliánzhòngjiànleguīshēnbàishǎoqǐngjiānqìngyúncǎidēngshàngpǐnliántáiduānránzuòxià

如來述伏猴

sānqiānzhūbǎiluóhànjīngāngzhǎngjìnqiánwènyuē:「nàotiāngōngjiǎoluànpántáozhě?」láidào:「nǎihuāguǒshānchǎndeyāohóuzuìètāotiānmíngzhuànggàitiānshénjiàngnéngxiángsuīèrlángzhuōhuòlǎojūnyònghuǒduànliànnéngshāngsǔnshízhèngzàiléijiàngzhōngjiānyángwēi耀yàomàinòngjīngshénbèizhǐzhùbīngwènláiyányǒushéntōnghuìbiànhuàyòujiàjīndòuyúnshíwànqiānlesàichūshǒuquèjiāngzhuāzhùzhǐhuàxíngshānfēngzàikāijīnquèyáogōngqǐngzuòleshǒuāntiānhuìxièquèfāngjiàérhuí。」zhòngtīngyányuèkǒuchēngyángsānqiānzhūbǎiluóhànjīngāngzhǎngjìnqiánwènyuē:「nàotiāngōngjiǎoluànpántáozhě?」láidào:「nǎihuāguǒshānchǎndeyāohóuzuìètāotiānmíngzhuànggàitiānshénjiàngnéngxiángsuīèrlángzhuōhuòlǎojūnyònghuǒduànliànnéngshāngsǔnshízhèngzàiléijiàngzhōngjiānyángwēi耀yàomàinòngjīngshénbèizhǐzhùbīngwènláiyányǒushéntōnghuìbiànhuàyòujiàjīndòuyúnshíwànqiānlesàichūshǒuquèjiāngzhuāzhùzhǐhuàxíngshānfēngzàikāijīnquèyáogōngqǐngzuòleshǒuāntiānhuìxièquèfāngjiàérhuí。」zhòngtīngyányuèkǒuchēngyáng

西方極樂境

xièfēnbānér退tuìzhínǎishìgòngtiānzhēnguǒránshìxièfēnbānér退tuìzhínǎishìgòngtiānzhēnguǒránshì

ruìǎimàntiānzhúhóngguāngyōngshìzūnruìǎimàntiānzhúhóngguāngyōngshìzūn
西fāngchēngxiàngwángmén西fāngchēngxiàngwángmén
chángjiànxuányuánxiànguǒ鹿xiánhuāchángjiànxuányuánxiànguǒ鹿xiánhuā
qīngluáncǎifèngmíngqīngluáncǎifèngmíng
língguīpěngshòuxiānqínzhīlíngguīpěng寿shòuxiānqínzhī
ānxiǎngjìngyuánshòuyònglónggōngjièānxiǎngjìngyuánshòuyònglónggōngjiè
huākāishíshíguǒshúhuākāishíshíguǒshú
jìngguīzhēncānchánguǒzhèngjìngguīzhēncānchánguǒzhèng
mièshēngzēngjiǎnmièshēngzēngjiǎn
yānxiápiǎomiǎosuíláiwǎnghánshǔqīnniánshīyuēyānxiápiǎomiǎosuíláiwǎnghánshǔqīnniánshīyuē
láizàirènyōuyóuláizàirènyōuyóu
kǒngchóukǒngchóu
chángzhōngtǎndàngchángzhōngtǎndàng
qiānzhīchùméichūnqiūqiānzhīchùméichūnqiū
盂蘭盆會

língshānléiyīnbǎochàzhījiānhuànzhūāluójiējīngāngqiūsēngděngzhòngyuē:「guāiyuánāntiānzhīhòuchùzhīniányuèliàofánjiānyǒubànqiānniánjīnzhímèngqiūwàngyǒubǎopénpénzhōngshèbǎiyànghuāqiānbānguǒděngděngxiǎnglánpénhuì?」gàizhòngzhǎngsānlǐnghuìláiquèjiāngbǎopénzhōnghuāguǒpǐnzhuóānuópěngdìngzhuójiāshèsànlíngshānléiyīnbǎochàzhījiānhuànzhūāluójiējīngāngqiūsēngděngzhòngyuē:「guāiyuánāntiānzhīhòuchùzhīniányuèliàofánjiānyǒubànqiānniánjīnzhímèngqiūwàngyǒubǎopénpénzhōngshèbǎiyànghuāqiānbānguǒděngděngxiǎnglánpénhuì?」gàizhòngzhǎngsānlǐnghuìláiquèjiāngbǎopénzhōnghuāguǒpǐnzhuóānuópěngdìngzhuójiāshèsàn

福祿壽三詩

zhònggǎnxiànshīshēnxièshīyuēzhònggǎnxiànshīshēnxièshīyuē

xīngguāng耀yàoshìzūnqiánxīngguāng耀yàoshìzūnqián
shēnyuǎngèng綿miánshēnyuǎngèngmián
jiāngtóngjiǔjiāngtóngjiǔ
yuányǒuqìngtiānliányuányǒuqìngtiānlián
tiánguǎngzhòngniánniánshèngtián广guǎngzhòngniánniánshèng
hǎihóngshēnsuìsuìjiānhǎihóngshēnsuìsuìjiān
滿mǎnqiánkūnduōyīnmǎnqiánkūnduōyīn
zēngliàngyǒngzhōuquán祿shīyuēzēngliàngyǒngzhōuquánshīyuē
祿zhòngshāncǎifèngmíngzhòngshāncǎifèngmíng
祿suíshítàizhùchánggēngsuíshítàizhùchánggēng
祿tiānwànshēnkāngjiàntiānwànshēnkāngjiàn
祿xiǎngqiānzhōngshìtàipíngxiǎngqiānzhōngshìtàipíng
祿fèngtiānháiyǒngfèngtiānháiyǒng
祿mínghǎigèngchéngqīngmínghǎigèngchéngqīng
祿ēnyuǎnduōzhānyǎngēnyuǎnduōzhānyǎng
祿juébiānwànguóróngshòushīyuējuébiānwànguóróng寿shòushīyuē
shòuxīngxiàncǎiduìlái寿shòuxīngxiàncǎiduìlái
shòuguānghuákāi寿shòuguānghuákāi
shòuguǒ滿mǎnpánshēngruìǎi寿shòuguǒmǎnpánshēngruìǎi
shòuhuāxīncǎichāliántái寿shòuhuāxīncǎichāliántái
shòushīqīngduōmiào寿shòushīqīngduōmiào
shòu調diàoyīnànměicái寿shòudiàoyīnànměicái
shòumìngyánchángtóngyuè寿shòumìngyánchángtóngyuè
shòushānhǎigèngyōuzāi寿shòushānhǎigèngyōuzāi
如來說法

zhòngxiànyīnqǐngláimíngshìgēnběnzhǐjiěyuánliúláiwēikāishànkǒuyǎnxuānyángzhèngguǒjiǎngdeshìsānshèngmiàodiǎnyùnléngyándànjiàntiānlóngwéiràohuābīnfēnzhèngshìzhòngxiànyīnqǐngláimíngshìgēnběnzhǐjiěyuánliúláiwēikāishànkǒuyǎnxuānyángzhèngguǒjiǎngdeshìsānshèngmiàodiǎnyùnléngyándànjiàntiānlóngwéiràohuābīnfēnzhèngshì

chánxīnlǎngzhàoqiānjiāngyuèchánxīnlǎngzhàoqiānjiāngyuè
zhēnxìngqīnghánwàntiānzhēnxìngqīnghánwàntiān
佛言三藏經

láijiǎngduìzhòngyányuē:「guānzhōuzhòngshēngshànèfāngdōngshèngshénzhōuzhějìngtiānxīnshuǎngpíngběizhōuzhěsuīhàoshāshēngzhǐyīnkǒuxìngzhuōqíngshūduōzuòjiàn西niúzhōuzhětānshāyǎngqiánlíngsuīshàngzhēnrénrénshòudànnánshànzhōuzhětānyínhuòduōshāduōzhēngzhèngsuǒwèikǒushéxiōngchǎngshìfēièhǎijīnyǒusānzàngzhēnjīngquànrénwéishàn。」zhūwényánzhǎngguīxiàngqiánwènyuē:「láiyǒusānzàngzhēnjīng?」láiyuē:「yǒuzàngtántiānlùnzàngshuōjīngzàngguǐsānzànggòngsānshígāiwànqiānbǎishíjuànnǎishìxiūzhēnzhījīngzhèngshànzhīméndàiyàosòngshàngdōngnàifāngzhòngshēngchǔnhuǐbàngzhēnyánshíménzhīzhǐyàodàimànlejiāzhīzhèngzōngzěnmeyǒudedōngxúnshànxìnjiàoqiānshānxúnjīngwànshuǐdàochùqiúzhēnjīngyǒngchuándōngquànhuàzhòngshēngquènǎishìshāndeyuánhǎishēndeshànqìngshuíkěnzǒuzāolái?」láijiǎngduìzhòngyányuē:「guānzhōuzhòngshēngshànèfāngdōngshèngshénzhōuzhějìngtiānxīnshuǎngpíngběizhōuzhěsuīhàoshāshēngzhǐyīnkǒuxìngzhuōqíngshūduōzuòjiàn西niúzhōuzhětānshāyǎngqiánlíngsuīshàngzhēnrénrén寿shòudànnánshànzhōuzhětānyínhuòduōshāduōzhēngzhèngsuǒwèikǒushéxiōngchǎngshìfēièhǎijīnyǒusānzàngzhēnjīngquànrénwéishàn。」zhūwényánzhǎngguīxiàngqiánwènyuē:「láiyǒusānzàngzhēnjīng?」láiyuē:「yǒuzàngtántiānlùnzàngshuōjīngzàngguǐsānzànggòngsānshígāiwànqiānbǎishíjuànnǎishìxiūzhēnzhījīngzhèngshànzhīméndàiyàosòngshàngdōngnàifāngzhòngshēngchǔnhuǐbàngzhēnyánshíménzhīzhǐyàodàimànlejiāzhīzhèngzōngzěnmeyǒudedōngxúnshànxìnjiàoqiānshānxúnjīngwànshuǐdàochùqiúzhēnjīngyǒngchuándōngquànhuàzhòngshēngquènǎishìshāndeyuánhǎishēndeshànqìngshuíkěnzǒuzāolái?」

觀音請行

dāngyǒuguānyīnxíngjìnliántáisāndào:「cáiyuànshàngdōngxúnjīngrénlái。」zhūzhòngtáitóuguānkàndāngyǒuguānyīnxíngjìnliántáisāndào:「cáiyuànshàngdōngxúnjīngrénlái。」zhūzhòngtáitóuguānkàn

yuánzhì滿mǎnjīnshēnyuánzhìmǎnjīnshēn
yīngluòchuízhūcuìxiānghuánjiébǎomíngyīngluòchuízhūcuìxiānghuánjiébǎomíng
yúnqiǎodiépánlóngxiùdàiqīngpiāocǎifènglíngyúnqiǎodiépánlóngxiùdàiqīngpiāocǎifènglíng
niǔluópáoxiángguānglóngzhàoniǔluópáoxiángguānglóngzhào
jǐnróngqúnjīnluòsuǒruìzhēyíngjǐnróngqúnjīnluòsuǒruìzhēyíng
méixiǎoyuèyǎnshuāngxīngméixiǎoyuèyǎnshuāngxīng
miàntiānshēngzhūchúndiǎnhóngmiàntiānshēngzhūchúndiǎnhóng
jìngpínggānniánniánshèngxiéchāchuíyángsuìsuìqīngjìngpínggānniánniánshèngxiéchāchuíyángsuìsuìqīng
jiěnànqúnshēngmǐnjiěnànqúnshēngmǐn
zhèntàishānnánhǎijiùxúnshēngwànchēngwànyìngqiānshèngqiānlíngzhèntàishānnánhǎijiùxúnshēngwànchēngwànyìngqiānshèngqiānlíng
lánxīnxīnzhúhuìxìngàixiāngténglánxīnxīnzhúhuìxìngàixiāngténg
shìluòqiéshānshàngbēizhǔcháoyīndònghuóguānyīnshìluòqiéshānshàngbēizhǔcháoyīndònghuóguānyīn
五件寶貝

láijiànlexīnzhōngdào:「biéshìshìguānyīnzūnzhěshéntōngguǎngfāng。」dào:「dōngyǒushènyánfēnfu?」láidào:「zhèyàokàndàozàixiāohànzhōngxíngshìyàobànyúnbànguòshānshuǐjǐnchéngyuǎnjìnzhīshùdīngníngjīngréndànkǒngshànxìnnánxíngjiànbǎobèi。」mìngānuójiāshèchūjǐnlánjiāshālǐngjiǔhuánzhànggēnduìyányuē:「zhèjiāshāzhàngjīngrénqīnyòngruòkěnjiānxīnlái穿chuāndejiāshāmiǎnduòlúnhuíchídezhàngzāohài。」zhèguībàilǐngláiyòuchūsānérdào:「bǎohuànzuòjǐnérsuīshìyàngsāndànzhǐshìyòngtóngyǒujīnjǐnjìndezhòusānpiānjiǎruòshàngzhuàngjiànshéntōngguǎngdeyāoshìquànxuéhǎogēnjīngrénzuòruò使shǐhuànjiāngérdàizàitóushàngránjiànròushēnggēnsuǒyòngdezhòuniànniànyǎnzhàngtóutòngnǎoménjiēlièguǎnjiàoménlái。」láijiànlexīnzhōngdào:「biéshìshìguānyīnzūnzhěshéntōng广guǎngfāng。」dào:「dōngyǒushènyánfēnfu?」láidào:「zhèyàokàndàozàixiāohànzhōngxíngshìyàobànyúnbànguòshānshuǐjǐnchéngyuǎnjìnzhīshùdīngníngjīngréndànkǒngshànxìnnánxíngjiànbǎobèi。」mìngānuójiāshèchūjǐnlánjiāshālǐngjiǔhuánzhànggēnduìyányuē:「zhèjiāshāzhàngjīngrénqīnyòngruòkěnjiānxīnlái穿chuāndejiāshāmiǎnduòlúnhuíchídezhàngzāohài。」zhèguībàilǐngláiyòuchūsānérdào:「bǎohuànzuòjǐnérsuīshìyàngsāndànzhǐshìyòngtóngyǒujīnjǐnjìndezhòusānpiānjiǎruòshàngzhuàngjiànshéntōng广guǎngdeyāoshìquànxuéhǎogēnjīngrénzuòruò使shǐhuànjiāngérdàizàitóushàngránjiànròushēnggēnsuǒyòngdezhòuniànniànyǎnzhàngtóutòngnǎoménjiēlièguǎnjiàoménlái。」

菩薩下山

wényányǒngyuèzuòér退tuìhuànhuìànxíngzhěsuíxínghuìàn使shǐtiáohúntiěgùnzhòngyǒuqiānjīnzhǐzàizuǒyòuzuòxiángdeshìsuìjiāngjǐnlánjiāshāzuòbāoguǒlìngbēilejiāngjīncánglezhílezhàngjìngxiàlíngshānzhèyǒufēnjiàowényányǒngyuèzuòér退tuìhuànhuìànxíngzhěsuíxínghuìàn使shǐtiáohúntiěgùnzhòngyǒuqiānjīnzhǐzàizuǒyòuzuòxiángdeshìsuìjiāngjǐnlánjiāshāzuòbāoguǒlìngbēilejiāngjīncánglezhílezhàngjìngxiàlíngshānzhèyǒufēnjiào

ziháiláiguīběnyuànziháiláiguīběnyuàn
jīnchánzhǎnglǎoguǒzhāntánjīnchánzhǎnglǎoguǒzhāntán
玉真觀大仙

dàoshānjiǎoxiàyǒuzhēnguānjīndǐngxiānzàiguānménshǒujiēzhùqǐngxiànchágǎnjiǔtíngyuē:「jīnlǐngláizhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngrén。」xiāndào:「jīngrénshífāngdào?」dào:「wèidìngyuēèrsānniánjiānhuòzhì。」suìlexiānbànyúnbànyuēchéngyǒushīwèizhèngshīyuēdàoshānjiǎoxiàyǒuzhēnguānjīndǐngxiānzàiguānménshǒujiēzhùqǐngxiànchágǎnjiǔtíngyuē:「jīnlǐngláizhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngrén。」xiāndào:「jīngrénshífāngdào?」dào:「wèidìngyuēèrsānniánjiānhuòzhì。」suìlexiānbànyúnbànyuēchéngyǒushīwèizhèngshīyuē

wànxiāngxúnyánwànxiāngxúnyán
quèyúnshuínánquánquèyúnshuínánquán
qiúrénruòhúnqiúrénruòhún
shìpíngshēngǒuránshìpíngshēngǒurán
chuándàoyǒufāngchéngwàngshuōchuándàoyǒufāngchéngwàngshuō
shuōmíngxìnchuánshuōmíngxìnchuán
yuànqīnggāndǎnxúnxiāngshíyuànqīnggāndǎnxúnxiāngshí
liàoxiǎngqiántóuyǒuyuánliàoxiǎngqiántóuyǒuyuán
流沙河景

shīèrrénzhèngzǒujiānránjiànruòshuǐsānqiānnǎishìliúshājièdào:「yachùquèshìnánxíngjīngrénzhuófántāi?」huìàndào:「shīkànyǒuduōyuǎn?」tíngyúnkànshízhǐjiànshīèrrénzhèngzǒujiānránjiànruòshuǐsānqiānnǎishìliúshājièdào:「yachùquèshìnánxíngjīngrénzhuófántāi?」huìàndào:「shīkànyǒuduōyuǎn?」tíngyúnkànshízhǐjiàn

dōngliánshā西zhūfānnánběitōngdōngliánshā西zhūfānnánběitōng
jìngguòyǒubǎiyáoshàngxiàyǒuqiānwànyuǎnjìngguòyǒubǎiyáoshàngxiàyǒuqiānwànyuǎn
shuǐliúfānshēnlànggǔnquèshānsǒngbèishuǐliúfānshēnlànggǔnquèshānsǒngbèi
yángyánghàohàomángmángshíyáowénwànzhànghóngyángyánghàohàomángmángshíyáowénwànzhànghóng
xiānchánándàoliánnéngxiānchánándàoliánnéng
shuāicǎoxiéyángliúhuángyúnyǐngànchángshuāicǎoxiéyángliúhuángyúnyǐngàncháng
shāngláiwǎngcéngyǒusǒushāngláiwǎngcéngyǒusǒu
píngshāyànluòyuǎnànyǒuyuánpíngshāyànluòyuǎnànyǒuyuán
zhǐshìhóngliǎohuāfánzhījǐngbáipínxiāngrènzhǐshìhóngliǎohuāfánzhījǐngbáipínxiāngrèn
妖魔出河

zhèngrándiǎnkànzhǐjiànzhōngshēngxiǎngliàngshuǐtiàochūyāoláishífēnchǒuèshēngdezhèngrándiǎnkànzhǐjiànzhōngshēngxiǎngliàngshuǐtiàochūyāoláishífēnchǒuèshēngde

qīngqīnghēihēihuìliǎnqīngqīnghēihēihuìliǎn
chángchángduǎnduǎnchìjiǎojīnchángchángduǎnduǎnchìjiǎojīn
yǎnguāngshǎnshuòhǎozàoshuāngdēngyǎnguāngshǎnshuòhǎozàoshuāngdēng
kǒujiǎochājiùjiāhuǒkǒujiǎochājiùjiāhuǒ
liáochēngjiànrènhóngluànpéngsōngliáochēngjiànrènhóngluànpéngsōng
shēngchìzhàléihǒuliǎngjiǎobēngǔnfēngshēngchìzhàléihǒuliǎngjiǎobēngǔnfēng
流沙河鬥

guàishǒuzhígēnbǎozhàngzǒushàngànjiùzhuōquèbèihuìànchèhúntiěbàngdǎngzhùshēng:「xiūzǒu!」guàijiùchíbǎozhàngláiyíngliǎngzàiliúshābiānzhèchángèshāzhēnjīngrénguàishǒuzhígēnbǎozhàngzǒushàngànjiùzhuōquèbèihuìànchèhúntiěbàngdǎngzhùshēng:「xiūzǒu!」guàijiùchíbǎozhàngláiyíngliǎngzàiliúshābiānzhèchángèshāzhēnjīngrén

zhāhúntiěbàngxiǎnshéntōngguàixiángyāozhàngchěngyīngxióngzhāhúntiěbàngxiǎnshéntōngguàixiángyāozhàngchěngyīngxióng
shuāngtiáoyínmǎngbiānduìshénsēngànshàngchōngshuāngtiáoyínmǎngbiānduìshénsēngànshàngchōng
wēizhènliúshāshīběnshìzhèbǎoguānyīnjiàngōngwēizhènliúshāshīběnshìzhèbǎoguānyīnjiàngōng
fānyuèlàngzhèpēnfēngfānyuèlàngzhèpēnfēng
fānyuèlàngqiánkūnànpēnfēngyuèhūnfānyuèlàngqiánkūnànpēnfēngyuèhūn
xiángyāozhànghǎo便biànchūshāndebáizhèhúntiěbàngquèjiùdàodehuánglóngxiángyāozhànghǎo便biànchūshāndebáizhèhúntiěbàngquèjiùdàodehuánglóng
使shǐjiāngláixúnshécǎozhèdiūkāiyàofēnsōng使shǐjiāngláixúnshécǎozhèdiūkāiyàofēnsōng
zhǐshādehūnxīngchéncànlànténgténgtiānménglóngzhǐshādehūnxīngchéncànlànténgténgtiānménglóng
jiǔzhùruòshuǐwéihěnzhèchūchūlíngshāngōngjiǔzhùruòshuǐwéihěnzhèchūchūlíngshāngōng
木吒認怪

liǎngláiláiwǎngwǎngzhànshàngshùshífēnshèngguàijiàzhùletiěbàngdào:「shìshànggǎnlái?」zhādào:「shìtuōtiānwángèrtàizhāhuìànxíngzhějīnbǎoshīwǎngdōngxúnjīngrénshìguàigǎndǎn?」guàifāngcáixǐngdào:「gēnnánhǎiguānyīnzàizhúlínzhōngxiūxíngwèilái?」zhādào:「ànshàngshìshī?」liǎngláiláiwǎngwǎngzhànshàngshùshífēnshèngguàijiàzhùletiěbàngdào:「shìshànggǎnlái?」zhādào:「shìtuōtiānwángèrtàizhāhuìànxíngzhějīnbǎoshīwǎngdōngxúnjīngrénshìguàigǎndǎn?」guàifāngcáixǐngdào:「gēnnánhǎiguānyīnzàizhúlínzhōngxiūxíngwèilái?」zhādào:「ànshàngshìshī?」

捲簾大將

guàiwényánliánshēngshōulebǎozhàngràngzhājiūlejiànguānyīntóuxiàbàigàodào:「shùzhīzuìdàigàoshìyāoxiéshìlíngxiāo殿diànxiàshìluán輿dejuǎnliánjiàngzhǐyīnzàipántáohuìshàngshīshǒusuìlezhǎnlebǎibiǎnxiàjièláibiàndezhèbānyàngyòujiàojiāngfēijiànlái穿chuānxiōngxiébǎixiàfānghuízhèbānnǎoméinàihánnánrěnsānèrjiānchūtāoxúnxíngrénshíyòngjīnzhīchōngzhuàngle。」dào:「zàitiānyǒuzuìbiǎnxiàláijīnyòuzhèděngshāngshēngzhèngsuǒwèizuìshàngjiāzuìjīnlǐnglezhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngrénménláiguīshànguǒgēnjīngrénzuòshàng西tiānbàiqiújīngjiàofēijiànlái穿chuānshíjiégōngchéngmiǎnzuìběnzhíxīnxià?」guàiwényánliánshēngshōulebǎozhàngràngzhājiūlejiànguānyīntóuxiàbàigàodào:「shùzhīzuìdàigàoshìyāoxiéshìlíngxiāo殿diànxiàshìluándejuǎnliánjiàngzhǐyīnzàipántáohuìshàngshīshǒusuìlezhǎnlebǎibiǎnxiàjièláibiàndezhèbānyàngyòujiàojiāngfēijiànlái穿chuānxiōngxiébǎixiàfānghuízhèbānnǎoméinàihánnánrěnsānèrjiānchūtāoxúnxíngrénshíyòngjīnzhīchōngzhuàngle。」dào:「zàitiānyǒuzuìbiǎnxiàláijīnyòuzhèděngshāngshēngzhèngsuǒwèizuìshàngjiāzuìjīnlǐnglezhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngrénménláiguīshànguǒgēnjīngrénzuòshàng西tiānbàiqiújīngjiàofēijiànlái穿chuānshíjiégōngchéngmiǎnzuìběnzhíxīnxià?」

沙悟淨皈依

guàidào:「yuànguīzhèngguǒ。」yòuxiàngqiándào:「zàijiānchīrénshùxiàngláiyǒujīngrénláidōubèichīlefánchīderéntóupāoluòliúshājìngchénshuǐzhèshuǐémáonéngwéiyǒujiǔjīngréndelóuzàishuǐmiànzàinéngchénwéijiāngsuǒér穿chuānzàichùxiánshíláiwánshuǎzhèdànkǒngjīngréndàoquèshìfǎnledeqiánchéng?」yuē:「yǒudàozhījiānglóuérguàzàitóuxiàngxiàděnghòujīngrényǒuyòngchù。」guàidào:「rányuànlǐngjiàohuì。」fāngdǐngshòujièzhǐshāwéixìngjiùxìngleshāmíngjiàozuòshājìngdāngshíleshāménsòngguòlexīnzàishāngshēngzhuānděngjīngrénguàidào:「yuànguīzhèngguǒ。」yòuxiàngqiándào:「zàijiānchīrénshùxiàngláiyǒujīngrénláidōubèichīlefánchīderéntóupāoluòliúshājìngchénshuǐzhèshuǐémáonéngwéiyǒujiǔjīngréndelóuzàishuǐmiànzàinéngchénwéijiāngsuǒér穿chuānzàichùxiánshíláiwánshuǎzhèdànkǒngjīngréndàoquèshìfǎnledeqiánchéng?」yuē:「yǒudàozhījiānglóuérguàzàitóuxiàngxiàděnghòujīngrényǒuyòngchù。」guàidào:「rányuànlǐngjiàohuì。」fāngdǐngshòujièzhǐshāwéixìngjiùxìngleshāmíngjiàozuòshājìngdāngshíleshāménsòngguòlexīnzàishāngshēngzhuānděngjīngrén

高山遇怪

biéletóngzhājìngbēndōngxíngleduōshíyòujiànzuògāoshānshānshàngyǒuèzhēmànnéngshàngzhèngjiàyúnguòshānjuékuángfēngchùyòushǎnshàngyāoshēngdeyòushènxiōngxiǎndànjiànbiéletóngzhājìngbēndōngxíngleduōshíyòujiànzuògāoshānshānshàngyǒuèzhēmànnéngshàngzhèngjiàyúnguòshānjuékuángfēngchùyòushǎnshàngyāoshēngdeyòushènxiōngxiǎndànjiàn

juǎnzàngliánpéngdiàozuǐjuǎnzàngliánpéngdiàozuǐ
ěrshànxiǎnjīnjīngěrshànxiǎnjīnjīng
liáofēnggāngcuòliáofēnggāngcuò
chángzuǐzhāngkāihuǒpénchángzuǐzhāngkāihuǒpén
jīnkuījǐnsāibiāndàijīnkuījǐnsāibiāndài
lēijiǎtāomǎng退tuìlínlēijiǎtāomǎng退tuìlín
shǒuzhídīnglóngtànzhǎoshǒuzhídīnglóngtànzhǎo
yāokuàwāngōngyuèbànlúnyāokuàwāngōngyuèbànlún
jiūjiūwēifēngtàisuìjiūjiūwēifēngtàisuì
ángángzhìtiānshénángángzhìtiānshén
山下賭鬥

zhuàngshàngláifēnhǎodǎiwàngdīngjiùzhùbèizhāxíngzhědǎngzhùshēngdào:「guàixiūkànbàng。」yāodào:「zhèshàngzhīhuókàn。」liǎngzàishānxiàchōngzhuàngdòushūyíngzhēnhǎoshāzhuàngshàngláifēnhǎodǎiwàngdīngjiùzhùbèizhāxíngzhědǎngzhùshēngdào:「guàixiūkànbàng。」yāodào:「zhèshàngzhīhuókàn。」liǎngzàishānxiàchōngzhuàngdòushūyíngzhēnhǎoshā

yāoxiōngměnghuìànwēinéngyāoxiōngměnghuìànwēinéng
tiěbàngfēnxīndǎodīngmiànyíngtiěbàngfēnxīndǎodīngmiànyíng
yángchéntiānànfēishāzǒushíguǐshénjīngyángchéntiānànfēishāzǒushíguǐshénjīng
jiǔchǐguāng耀yào耀yàoshuānghuánxiǎngliàngtiáobànghēiyōuyōuliǎngshǒufēiténgjiǔ齿chǐguāng耀yào耀yàoshuānghuánxiǎngliàngtiáobànghēiyōuyōuliǎngshǒufēiténg
zhèshìtiānwángtàishìyuánshuàijīnglíngzhèshìtiānwángtàishìyuánshuàijīnglíng
zàituówéizàishāndòngzuòyāojīngzàituówéizàishāndòngzuòyāojīng
zhèchángxiāngzhēnggāoxiàzhīkuīshūyíngzhèchángxiāngzhēnggāoxiàzhīkuīshūyíng
悟能識菩薩

liǎngzhèngshādàohǎochùguānshìyīnzàibànkōngzhōngpāoxiàliánhuākāizhàngguàijiànlexīnjīng便biànwèn:「shìshànggǎnnòngshènmeyǎnqiánhuāérhǒng?」zhādào:「ròuyǎnfántāideshìnánhǎidezhèshìshīpāoláideliánhuārènli!」guàidào:「nánhǎishìsǎosānzāijiùnàndeguānshìyīnme?」zhādào:「shìshìshuí?」guàipiēledīngtóuxiàdào:「lǎoxiōngzàilèifányǐnjiànyǐnjiàn。」zhāyǎngmiànzhǐdào:「shì?」guàicháoshàngtóushēnggāojiàodào:「shùzuìshùzuì。」liǎngzhèngshādàohǎochùguānshìyīnzàibànkōngzhōngpāoxiàliánhuākāizhàngguàijiànlexīnjīng便biànwèn:「shìshànggǎnnòngshènmeyǎnqiánhuāérhǒng?」zhādào:「ròuyǎnfántāideshìnánhǎidezhèshìshīpāoláideliánhuārènli!」guàidào:「nánhǎishìsǎosānzāijiùnàndeguānshìyīnme?」zhādào:「shìshìshuí?」guàipiēledīngtóuxiàdào:「lǎoxiōngzàilèifányǐnjiànyǐnjiàn。」zhāyǎngmiànzhǐdào:「shì?」guàicháoshàngtóushēnggāojiàodào:「shùzuìshùzuì。」

天蓬元帥

guānyīnànxiàyúntóuqiánláiwèndào:「shìchéngjīngdeshǐfāngzuòguàidelǎozhìgǎnzàijiāndǎng?」guàidào:「shìshǐshìlǎozhìběnshìtiāntiānpéngyuánshuàizhǐyīndàijiǔnòngchángéleèrqiānchuíbiǎnxiàchénfánlíngzhēnxìngjìngláiduóshètóutāicuòledàotóuzàizhūtāibiàndezhèbānyàngshìyǎoshāzhūqúnzhìzàichùzhànleshānchǎngchīrénzhuàngzháowànwàngjiùjiù。」dào:「shānjiàozuòshènmeshān?」guàidào:「jiàozuòlíngshānshānzhōngyǒudòngjiàozuòyúnzhàndòngdòngyuányǒuluǎnèrjiějiànyǒuxiēzhāozuòlejiāzhǎngyòuhuànzuòdàochǎménshàngniánlejiāngdòngdejiādàngjìnguīshòuyòngzàijiǔniánshēnméiyǒushànshēndegòudàngzhǐshìběnděngchīrénwànwàngshùzuì。」guānyīnànxiàyúntóuqiánláiwèndào:「shìchéngjīngdeshǐfāngzuòguàidelǎozhìgǎnzàijiāndǎng?」guàidào:「shìshǐshìlǎozhìběnshìtiāntiānpéngyuánshuàizhǐyīndàijiǔnòngchángéleèrqiānchuíbiǎnxiàchénfánlíngzhēnxìngjìngláiduóshètóutāicuòledàotóuzàizhūtāibiàndezhèbānyàngshìyǎoshāzhūqúnzhìzàichùzhànleshānchǎngchīrénzhuàngzháowànwàngjiùjiù。」dào:「shānjiàozuòshènmeshān?」guàidào:「jiàozuòlíngshānshānzhōngyǒudòngjiàozuòyúnzhàndòngdòngyuányǒuluǎnèrjiějiànyǒuxiēzhāozuòlejiāzhǎngyòuhuànzuòdàochǎménshàngniánlejiāngdòngdejiādàngjìnguīshòuyòngzàijiǔniánshēnméiyǒushànshēndegòudàngzhǐshìběnděngchīrénwànwàngshùzuì。」

官法佛法

dào:「rényún,『ruòyàoyǒuqiánchéngzuòméiqiánchéng。』shàngjièwéijīnyòugǎixiōngxīnshāngshēngzàonièquèshìèrzuì?」guàidào:「qiánchéngqiánchéngruòjiàofēngchángyándào:『zheguānshāzheèshā。』háizhuōxíngrénféidechījiāniángguǎnshènmeèrzuìsānzuìqiānzuìwànzuì!」dào:「『rényǒushànyuàntiāncóngzhī。』ruòkěnguīzhèngguǒyǒuyǎngshēnzhīchùshìyǒuwèichīrén?」dào:「rényún,『ruòyàoyǒuqiánchéngzuòméiqiánchéng。』shàngjièwéijīnyòugǎixiōngxīnshāngshēngzàonièquèshìèrzuì?」guàidào:「qiánchéngqiánchéngruòjiàofēngchángyándào:『zheguānshāzhe饿èshā。』háizhuōxíngrénféidechījiāniángguǎnshènmeèrzuìsānzuìqiānzuìwànzuì!」dào:「『rényǒushànyuàntiāncóngzhī。』ruòkěnguīzhèngguǒyǒuyǎngshēnzhīchùshìyǒuwèichīrén?」

豬悟能歸真

guàiwényánmèngfāngjuéxiàngdào:「cóngzhèngnàihuòzuìtiānsuǒdǎo』。」dào:「lǐnglezhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngréngēnzuòwǎng西tiānzǒuzāoláijiānggōngzhézuìguǎnjiàotuōzāizhàng。」guài滿mǎnkǒudào:「yuànsuíyuànsuí。」cáidǐngshòujièzhǐshēnwéixìngjiùxìnglezhūlemíngjiùjiàozuòzhūnéngsuìlǐngmìngguīzhēnchízhāiduànjuélehūnsānyànzhuānhòujīngrénguàiwényánmèngfāngjuéxiàngdào:「cóngzhèngnàihuòzuìtiānsuǒdǎo』。」dào:「lǐnglezhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngréngēnzuòwǎng西tiānzǒuzāoláijiānggōngzhézuìguǎnjiàotuōzāizhàng。」guàimǎnkǒudào:「yuànsuíyuànsuí。」cáidǐngshòujièzhǐshēnwéixìngjiùxìnglezhūlemíngjiùjiàozuòzhūnéngsuìlǐngmìngguīzhēnchízhāiduànjuélehūnsānyànzhuānhòujīngrén

玉龍得救

quèzhālenéngbànxīngyúnqiánláizhèngzǒuchùzhǐjiànkōngzhōngyǒutiáolóngjiàohuànjìnqiánwènyuē:「shìlóngzàishòuzuì?」lóngdào:「shì西hǎilóngwángáorùnzhīziyīnzònghuǒshāole殿diànshàngmíngzhūwángbiǎozòutiāntínggàolediàozàikōngzhōnglesānbǎizāozhūwàngjiùjiù。」guānyīnwényánzhāzhuàngshàngnántiānménzǎoyǒuqiūzhāngèrtiānshījiēzhewèndào:「wǎng?」dào:「pínsēngyàojiànmiàn。」èrtiānshīmángshàngzòusuìxià殿diànyíngjiēshàngqiándào:「pínsēnglǐngzhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngrénnièlóngxuándiàoláizòuráoxìngmìngpínsēngjiàojīngrénzuòjiǎo。」wényánchuánzhǐshèyòuchāitiānjiàngjiěfàngsòngxièēnérchūzhèxiǎolóngkòutóuxièhuómìngzhīēntīngcóng使shǐhuànsòngzàishēnjiànzhīzhōngzhǐděngjīngrénláibiànzuòbáishàng西fānggōngxiǎolónglǐngmìngqiánshēnquèzhālenéngbànxīngyúnqiánláizhèngzǒuchùzhǐjiànkōngzhōngyǒutiáolóngjiàohuànjìnqiánwènyuē:「shìlóngzàishòuzuì?」lóngdào:「shì西hǎilóngwángáorùnzhīziyīnzònghuǒshāole殿diànshàngmíngzhūwángbiǎozòutiāntínggàolediàozàikōngzhōnglesānbǎizāozhūwàngjiùjiù。」guānyīnwényánzhāzhuàngshàngnántiānménzǎoyǒuqiūzhāngèrtiānshījiēzhewèndào:「wǎng?」dào:「pínsēngyàojiànmiàn。」èrtiānshīmángshàngzòusuìxià殿diànyíngjiēshàngqiándào:「pínsēnglǐngzhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngrénnièlóngxuándiàoláizòuráoxìngmìngpínsēngjiàojīngrénzuòjiǎo。」wényánchuánzhǐshèyòuchāitiānjiàngjiěfàngsòngxièēnérchūzhèxiǎolóngkòutóuxièhuómìngzhīēntīngcóng使shǐhuànsòngzàishēnjiànzhīzhōngzhǐděngjīngrénláibiànzuòbáishàng西fānggōngxiǎolónglǐngmìngqiánshēn

五行山真言

dàiyǐnzhāxíngzhěguòleshānyòubēndōngxíngduōshíjiànjīnguāngwàndàoruìqiāntiáozhādào:「shīfàngguāngzhīchùnǎishìxíngshānlejiànyǒuláidetiēzài。」dào:「quèshìjiǎoluànpántáohuìnàotiāngōngdetiānshèngjīnnǎizài。」zhādào:「zhèngshìzhèngshì。」shīshàngshānláiguānkàntiězinǎishìǎn𠺗hōngliùzhēnyándàiyǐnzhāxíngzhěguòleshānyòubēndōngxíngduōshíjiànjīnguāngwàndàoruìqiāntiáozhādào:「shīfàngguāngzhīchùnǎishìxíngshānlejiànyǒuláidetiēzài。」dào:「quèshìjiǎoluànpántáohuìnàotiāngōngdetiānshèngjīnnǎizài。」zhādào:「zhèngshìzhèngshì。」shīshàngshānláiguānkàntiězinǎishìǎn𠺗hōngliùzhēnyán

菩薩嘆詩

kàntànzuòshīshǒushīyuēkàntànzuòshīshǒushīyuē

kāntànyāohóufènggōngkāntànyāohóufènggōng
dāngniánkuángwàngchěngyīngxióngdāngniánkuángwàngchěngyīngxióng
xīnjiǎoluànpántáohuìxīnjiǎoluànpántáohuì
dǎnxíngdōushuàigōngdǎnxíngdōushuàigōng
shíwànjūnzhōngshǒushíwànjūnzhōngshǒu
jiǔchóngtiānshàngyǒuwēifēngjiǔchóngtiānshàngyǒuwēifēng
zāoláikùnzāoláikùn
shūshēnzàixiǎngōngshūshēnzàixiǎngōng
大聖認菩薩

shīmenzhèngshuōhuàchùzǎojīngdòngleshèngshèngzàishāngēnxiàgāojiàodào:「shìzàishānshàngyínshījiēdeduǎnli?」wényánjìngxiàshānláixúnkànzhǐjiànshízhīxiàyǒushānshénjiānshèngdetiānjiàngdōuláibàijiēleyǐnzhìshèngmiànqiánkànshíyuánláishíxiázhīzhōngkǒunéngyánshēnnéngdòngdào:「xìngsūnderènme?」shèngzhēngkāihuǒyǎnjīnjīngdiǎnzhetóuérgāojiàodào:「zěnmerènhǎodeshìnánhǎituóluòqiéshānjiùjiùnànbēiguānshìyīnchéngkànchéngkànzàiniángèngxiāngzhīdeláikànkàncónglái?」shīmenzhèngshuōhuàchùzǎojīngdòngleshèngshèngzàishāngēnxiàgāojiàodào:「shìzàishānshàngyínshījiēdeduǎnli?」wényánjìngxiàshānláixúnkànzhǐjiànshízhīxiàyǒushānshénjiānshèngdetiānjiàngdōuláibàijiēleyǐnzhìshèngmiànqiánkànshíyuánláishíxiázhīzhōngkǒunéngyánshēnnéngdòngdào:「xìngsūnderènme?」shèngzhēngkāihuǒyǎnjīnjīngdiǎnzhetóuérgāojiàodào:「zěnmerènhǎodeshìnánhǎituóluòqiéshānjiùjiùnànbēiguānshìyīnchéngkànchéngkànzàiniángèngxiāngzhīdeláikànkàncónglái?」

大聖求救

dào:「fèngzhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngréncóngjīngguòliúcánkàn。」shèngdào:「láihǒnglezàishānbǎiniánlenéngzhǎnzhēngwànwàngfāng便biànèrjiùlǎosūnjiù。」dào:「zhèzuìshēnjiùchūláikǒngyòushēnghuòhàifǎnwéiměi。」dào:「fèngzhǐshàngdōngxúnjīngréncóngjīngguòliúcánkàn。」shèngdào:「láihǒnglezàishānbǎiniánlenéngzhǎnzhēngwànwàngfāng便biànèrjiùlǎosūnjiù。」dào:「zhèzuìshēnjiùchūláikǒngyòushēnghuòhàifǎnwéiměi。」

人心一念

shèngdào:「zhīhuǐledànyuànbēizhǐtiáoménqíngyuànxiūxíng。」zhècáishìshèngdào:「zhīhuǐledànyuànbēizhǐtiáoménqíngyuànxiūxíng。」zhècáishì

rénxīnshēngniànrénxīnshēngniàn
tiānjìnjiēzhītiānjìnjiēzhī
shànèruòbàoshànèruòbào
qiánkūnyǒuqiánkūnyǒu
悟空排行

wényán滿mǎnxīnhuānduìshèngdào:「shèngjīngyún:『chūyánshànqiānzhīwàiyìngzhīchūyánshànqiānzhīwàiwéizhī。』yǒuxīndàidàoledōngtángguóxúnjīngderénláijiàojiùgēnzuòbǐngjiàojiāchíménzàixiūzhèngguǒ?」shèngshēngshēngdào:「yuànyuàn。」dào:「yǒushànguǒmíng。」shèngdào:「yǒumínglejiàozuòsūnkōng。」yòudào:「qiánmiànyǒuèrrénguīxiángzhèngshìpáihángjīnshìquèxiāngshènhǎoshènhǎozhèděngxiāodīngzhǔ。」shèngjiànxìngmíngxīnguījiàozhèliúqíngzàifǎngshénsēngwényánmǎnxīnhuānduìshèngdào:「shèngjīngyún:『chūyánshànqiānzhīwàiyìngzhīchūyánshànqiānzhīwàiwéizhī。』yǒuxīndàidàoledōngtángguóxúnjīngderénláijiàojiùgēnzuòbǐngjiàojiāchíménzàixiūzhèngguǒ?」shèngshēngshēngdào:「yuànyuàn。」dào:「yǒushànguǒmíng。」shèngdào:「yǒumínglejiàozuòsūnkōng。」yòudào:「qiánmiànyǒuèrrénguīxiángzhèngshìpáihángjīnshìquèxiāngshènhǎoshènhǎozhèděngxiāodīngzhǔ。」shèngjiànxìngmíngxīnguījiàozhèliúqíngzài访fǎngshénsēng

菩薩到長安

zhālechùzhídōngláijiùdàolechángāntángguóliǎnshōuyúnshīmenbiànzuòliǎngjièlàiyóusēngchángānchéngzǎojuétiānwǎnxíngzhìshìjiēpángjiànzuòmiàoèrrénjìngxiàdexīnhuāngguǐbīngdǎnzhànzhīshìkòutóujiēyòupǎobàochénghuángshèlìng滿mǎnchángānmiàoshéndōuzhīshìcānjiàngàodào:「shùzhòngshénjiēchízhīzuì。」dào:「děngqièzǒulòuháoxiāofèngzhǐláichùxúnfǎngjīngrénjièmiàoquánzhùdàifǎngzháozhēnsēnghuí。」zhòngshénguīběnchùgǎnzàichénghuángmiàozànzhùshīmenyǐndùnzhēnxíngzhālechùzhídōngláijiùdàolechángāntángguóliǎnshōuyúnshīmenbiànzuòliǎngjièlàiyóusēngchángānchéngzǎojuétiānwǎnxíngzhìshìjiēpángjiànzuòmiàoèrrénjìngxiàdexīnhuāngguǐbīngdǎnzhànzhīshìkòutóujiēyòupǎobàochénghuángshèlìngmǎnchángānmiàoshéndōuzhīshìcānjiàngàodào:「shùzhòngshénjiēchízhīzuì。」dào:「děngqièzǒulòuháoxiāofèngzhǐláichùxún访fǎngjīngrénjièmiàoquánzhùdài访fǎngzháozhēnsēnghuí。」zhòngshénguīběnchùgǎnzàichénghuángmiàozànzhùshīmenyǐndùnzhēnxíng

下回分解

jìngzhīxúnchūjīngrénláiqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiějìngzhīxúnchūjīngrénláiqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiě

英譯 Nine Skulls on the Water
Let me ask of the gate of Chan: seekers past counting, yet again and again they grow old in vain at the road's end. Grinding a brick to make a mirror, hoarding snow for grain — how many of the young have these delusions led astray! A single hair swallows the vast ocean; a mustard seed holds Mount Sumeru — at this the golden-hued ascetic faintly smiles. In the instant of waking one leaps past the ten stages and three vehicles; in stagnation one stays mired in the four births and six paths. Who has heard, before the Cliff of Severed Thought, beneath the Shadowless Tree, the cuckoo's one cry at the dawn of spring? The road to Caoxi is steep, the clouds over Vulture Peak are deep; here the voices of old companions fade and are lost. On the thousand-zhàng cliff of ice the five-petalled lotus opens; in the ancient hall the curtain hangs and incense curls. At that moment, seeing through to the very source, you shall behold the Dragon King and the Three Treasures.

This lyric is titled “Su Wu Slow.” Our story tells how our Buddha, the Tathāgata, took his leave of the Jade Emperor and returned to the Thunderclap Treasure Monastery. There he beheld three thousand buddhas, five hundred arhats, eight great vajra-warriors and boundless bodhisattvas, each one holding banners, pennants and jewelled canopies, rare gems and immortal flowers, ranged beneath the twin sāla trees of the Spirit Mountain's fairyland to receive him. The Tathāgata, halting his auspicious cloud, addressed the assembly. “With the most profound prajñā I have surveyed the three realms entire. Their root-nature is, in the last analysis, quiescent extinction. Like the aspect of empty space, it is wholly without anything at all. The subduing of the unruly monkey — this is a matter none can comprehend. It is named the origin of birth-and-death; the marks of the dharmas are just so.” Having spoken, he released the light of the śarīra; the sky filled with forty-two white rainbows linking north to south. Seeing this, the great assembly bowed their bodies in worship. In a short while, gathering auspicious clouds and coloured mists, he ascended the highest lotus throne and sat down composed.

The three thousand buddhas, five hundred arhats, eight vajra-warriors and four bodhisattvas pressed their palms together, drew near, completed their obeisance, and asked, “Who was it that made havoc in the Palace of Heaven and threw the Peach Festival into confusion?” “That fellow,” said the Tathāgata, “is a demon-monkey bred on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, whose crimes overflow Heaven and beggar all description. All the gods and generals of Heaven were alike unable to subdue him; and though Erlang took him captive and Lord Lao refined him in fire, none could do him harm. When I arrived, he was in the very midst of the thunder-generals, flaunting his power and parading his spirit. I stayed their weapons and asked him his history. He claimed to possess spirit-powers and the art of transformation, and to ride a cloud-somersault that bore him a hundred and eight thousand at a single bound. I made a wager with him; he could not get free of my palm, so I seized him in one grip, pointed and turned it into the Mountain of Five Phases, and sealed him fast beneath it. “The Jade Emperor flung wide the golden gates of his jasper palace, seated me at the head, and held the Grand Assembly for the Securing of Heaven to thank me; only then did I take my leave and return.”

Hearing his words, the assembly rejoiced and praised him without stint. Their thanks rendered, they parted into ranks and withdrew, each to his own charge, sharing the joy of the unspoiled nature. Truly it was:

Auspicious haze drifts over India's sky; rainbow light enfolds the World-Honored One. The Western land is named the foremost — the gate of the formless Dharma-King. Ever are dark apes seen offering fruit, and elaphure bearing flowers in their mouths; blue simurghs dance, gaudy phoenixes call; numinous tortoises proffer long life, immortal cranes hold magic fungus in their bills. They dwell at ease in the Pure Land's Jeta Grove, and enjoy the Dharma-realm of the Dragon Palace. Day upon day the flowers bloom; hour upon hour the fruits grow ripe. Cultivating stillness, they return to the real; investigating Chan, their fruit comes to perfection. Neither perishing nor arising, neither waxing nor waning. Mist and rose-cloud, faint and far, drift to and fro; heat and cold cannot intrude, and the years go unreckoned.

A poem says:

Coming and going as they please, they roam at leisure, with neither dread nor any sorrow. In the field of Ultimate Bliss all is open and serene, and in the Great-Thousand worlds there is no spring or autumn.

The Buddha-Patriarch dwelt within the Great Thunderclap Treasure Monastery of the Spirit Mountain. One day he called together the buddhas, arhats, guardian-spirits, bodhisattvas, vajra-warriors, monks and nuns, and all the rest, and said, “Since the unruly ape was subdued and Heaven secured, here we have lost all count of months and years; I reckon a full half-thousand years have passed in the world of men. Now, on the full-moon day of early autumn, I have a precious basin set with a hundred kinds of rare flowers and a thousand sorts of strange fruits and the like — shall we share this Ullambana Feast together?” The whole assembly, every one, pressed their palms together and, circling the Buddha thrice in homage, grasped his intent. The Tathāgata then had Ānanda hold up the flowers and fruits of the basin, and Kāśyapa scatter them abroad.

The whole assembly, moved with gratitude, each presented a poem to voice their thanks. The Poem of Blessing says:

Blessing's star shines radiant before the World-Honored One, blessing received runs ever deeper, distant and unbroken. Blessing's virtue knows no bound, enduring as the earth, blessing's affinity brings rejoicing, joined fast to Heaven. Blessing's field, broadly sown, flourishes year on year, blessing's sea, vast and deep, holds firm age upon age. Blessing fills heaven and earth, its sheltering shade abundant, blessing grows beyond measure, forever whole and entire.

The Poem of Emolument says:

Emolument weighty as a mountain, the bright phoenix sings, emolument attends the peaceful hour, hailing the Evening Star. Emolument heaped in myriad measures, the body hale and sound, emolument enjoyed by the thousandfold, the age at peace. Emolument's stipend, high as Heaven, stands yet forever firm, emolument's renown, like the sea, grows ever more clear. Emolument's grace, continued afar, draws many a reverent gaze, emolument's rank, without bound, brings glory to ten thousand realms.

The Poem of Longevity says:

Longevity's star offers its splendour before the Tathāgata, the realm of long life, in radiant glory, opens from this place. Longevity's fruits, heaped on the tray, breathe an auspicious haze, longevity's flowers, freshly plucked, are set upon the lotus throne. The longevity poems, pure and refined, abound in wondrous art, the longevity songs, their melodies and tones, are set by consummate skill. The span of life, long prolonged, endures with sun and moon, long life, like mountain and sea, is more lasting still!

The bodhisattvas, their offerings done, then begged the Tathāgata to reveal the fundamental and expound the source. The Tathāgata, gently opening his benign lips, set forth the Great Dharma and proclaimed the true fruit, expounding the wondrous canon of the Three Vehicles and the Five Aggregates of the Śūraṅgama. One saw only the heavenly dragons wheeling round and a riot of flower-rain. Truly:

The Chan-mind shines clear — a moon upon a thousand rivers; the true nature, limpid, holds the sky of ten thousand .

When the Tathāgata had finished his discourse, he said to the assembly, “I have observed the Four Great Continents, and the good and evil of their living beings differ from quarter to quarter: in the Eastern Continent of Pūrvavideha they revere Heaven and honor Earth, their hearts open and their humors calm; in the Northern Continent of Uttarakuru, though they are given to killing, it is only to fill their bellies; dull of nature and sparing of feeling, they do little wanton harm; in our own Western Continent of Aparagodānīya they neither covet nor kill, nurturing the breath and hiding their spirits; though they bring forth no supreme sages, every one is firm in long life; but in that Southern Continent of Jambūdvīpa they are greedy and lustful, delighting in mischief, much given to killing and strife — truly a fierce arena of tongues, an evil sea of right and wrong. I now possess Three Baskets of true scripture that can exhort men to do good.” The bodhisattvas, hearing this, pressed their palms together in submission and asked before the Buddha, “What Three Baskets of true scripture does the Tathāgata possess?” “I have a Basket of Discipline that speaks of Heaven; a Basket of Treatises that tells of Earth; a Basket of Sūtras that delivers the dead,” said the Tathāgata. “The Three Baskets together number thirty-five divisions, comprising fifteen thousand one hundred and forty-four scrolls — the scripture for cultivating the real, the gate of true goodness. I would send them to the Eastern Land, but I fear the beings of that quarter are too benighted: they would slander the true words, failing to grasp the essence of my Dharma-gate and slighting the orthodox tradition of yoga. How might I find one of magic power to go to the Eastern Land and seek out a devout believer — one who would make him toil over a thousand mountains and inquire across ten thousand waters, until he comes to my place to seek the true scripture and transmit it forever in the East, converting the living? Surely it would be a blessing mountain-high, a merit sea-deep. Who is willing to make the journey?”

Then the Bodhisattva Guanyin drew near the lotus throne and, circling the Buddha thrice in homage, said, “Your disciple, though of little talent, is willing to go up to the Eastern Land and seek out a scripture-pilgrim.” The whole assembly raised their heads to gaze upon her, that Bodhisattva:

Her principle perfect in the Four Virtues, her wisdom filling a golden body. Her beaded tassels hang with pearl and kingfisher-green; her fragrant rings are clasped with luminous gems. Her dark cloud-tresses deftly coiled in a dragon-knot, her embroidered sashes lightly afloat like phoenix plumes. Green-jade clasp, plain gauze gown, wrapped about in auspicious light; brocade-velvet skirt, golden chain-girdle, veiled in propitious vapor. Her brows like a crescent moon, her eyes like a pair of stars. Her jade face by nature glad, her vermilion lips a single point of red. In her pure vase the sweet dew brims year on year; the willow-sprig slanted there is green age upon age. She undoes the Eight Calamities, delivers the host of the living, great in her mercy: And so she guards Mount Tai, dwells in the Southern Sea, rescues from suffering and seeks out the cry — ten thousand prayers, ten thousand answers; a thousand sanctities, a thousand wonders. Her orchid-heart delights in the purple bamboo; her angelica-nature loves the fragrant vine. She is the Lady of Mercy upon Mount Potalaka, the living Guanyin within the Tide-Sound Cave.

The Tathāgata, seeing her, rejoiced in his heart. “No other could make this journey,” he said. “It must be the Venerable Guanyin, whose spirit-powers are vast, who alone can go.” “As your disciple departs for the Eastern Land,” said the Bodhisattva, “what instructions have you to give?” “On this journey you must tread and survey the road, and may not travel high in the empyrean,” said the Tathāgata. “You must go half by cloud and half by mist, passing the mountains and rivers with your eyes, carefully noting the distances of the route, that you may instruct the scripture-pilgrim. But lest the devout believer find the way too hard, I give you five treasures.” At once he ordered Ānanda and Kāśyapa to bring out a brocade cassock and a nine-ringed staff, and said to the Bodhisattva, “This cassock and staff may be given to the scripture-pilgrim for his own use. If he will steadfastly come hither, then wearing my cassock he shall escape the wheel of rebirth, and bearing my staff he shall meet with no poisonous harm.” The Bodhisattva received them with reverent obeisance. The Tathāgata then brought out three fillets and handed them to the Bodhisattva, saying, “These treasures are called the Tightening Fillets; though all three are alike, each is used to a different end. I have three spells — the Gold, the Tight, and the Ban. Should you meet upon the road a demon of vast spirit-power, you must exhort him to mend his ways and follow the scripture-pilgrim as a disciple. And if he will not submit to command, set this fillet upon his head, and of itself it will take root in the flesh. Recite the spell proper to each, and his eyes will swell, his head will throb, his very skull will split — that will surely bring him into my fold.”

The Bodhisattva, hearing this, leapt up in joy, made her bow, and withdrew. At once she summoned the disciple Huian to attend her. This Huian wielded a rod of solid iron weighing a thousand catties, and served at the Bodhisattva's side as a mighty demon-quelling strongman. The Bodhisattva then made the brocade cassock into a bundle and bade him bear it on his back. She put the gold fillets away, took up the staff, and went straight down from the Spirit Mountain. This departure was fated to bring about:

The Buddha's son shall come once more to fulfill his first vow, the Golden Cicada elder shall be wrapped in sandalwood.

When the Bodhisattva reached the foot of the mountain, the Golden-Crowned Great Immortal of the Jade-Truth Abbey met her at the abbey gate and invited her to take tea. The Bodhisattva, not daring to linger, said, “I now bear the Tathāgata's command, to go up to the Eastern Land and seek out a scripture-pilgrim.” “When will the scripture-pilgrim arrive?” said the Great Immortal. “It is not fixed,” said the Bodhisattva. “Reckoning roughly, in two or three years he may reach this place.” Then she took her leave of the Great Immortal and, half by cloud and half by mist, noted the stages of the road. There is a poem to attest it. The poem says:

Ten thousand I journey to seek, yet speak not of it, yet they say: whose heart's desire is ever wholly met? If the seeking of another be all at once like this, then is the whole course of my life a thing of mere chance? To preach the Way by mere method becomes idle talk; to expound it plainly, yet without faith, is but empty transmission. I would pour out heart and liver to find a kindred mind, and reckon that ahead there must surely be a karmic bond.

As master and disciple were walking along, of a sudden they came upon the Three Thousand Weak Waters — the bourne of the Flowing-Sands River. “Disciple,” said the Bodhisattva, “here the way is hard. The scripture-pilgrim, of muddy bone and mortal flesh, how shall he cross?” “Master,” said Huian, “how wide do you judge the river to be?” The Bodhisattva, staying her cloud-steps to look, saw only:

Eastward it joins the sandy wastes, westward it reaches the foreign tribes; southward it gains Wuge, northward it runs to the Tatars. Straight across it stretches eight hundred ; up and down, a thousand thousand . Its current rolls as though the earth were turning over; its billows surge like mountains arching their backs. Vast and boundless, dim and measureless — ten off one hears the mighty flood. An immortal's raft could scarce reach here; a lotus-leaf could never float. Withered grass and slanting sun along the winding shore; yellow clouds shadowing the day darken the long dyke. Where here would merchants come and go? When was there ever a fisherman to dwell? On the level sand no wild goose alights; on the far bank an ape cries out. Only the red knotweed and dense blossom know the season's hue; the white duckweed, faintly fragrant, sways just as it will.

As the Bodhisattva was intently observing, there came from the river a splashing crash, and out of the waves leapt a demon, hideous in the extreme. He was formed thus:

Green yet not green, black yet not black, a face of ill-boding hue; long yet not long, short yet not short, a bare-foot, sinewy frame. His eyes flash and gleam like a pair of lamps beneath a stove; the corners of his mouth fork wide like a butcher's fire-bowl. His tusks thrust out like sword-blades; his red hair, a wild and matted tangle. One bellow of his roars like thunder; his two feet pound on like a rolling gale.

The monster, gripping a treasure-staff, came up the bank to seize the Bodhisattva, but Huian whipped out his solid-iron rod and blocked him, shouting, “Hold!” The monster then raised his staff to meet him. The two of them, on the bank of the Flowing-Sands River, fought a fearsome battle, truly a sight to dismay:

Moksa's solid-iron rod shows forth a guardian's spirit-power; the monster's demon-quelling staff strains to play the hero. A pair of silver pythons dance at the river's edge; a brace of divine monks clash upon the bank. That one, lord of the Flowing Sands, plies his arts; this one, guarding Guanyin, achieves great merit. That one churns the waves and leaps the billows; this one belches fog and spews wind. Churning waves and leaping billows, heaven and earth go dark; belching fog and spewing wind, the sun and moon grow dim. That demon-quelling staff is just like a white tiger come down from the hills; this solid-iron rod is like a yellow dragon couched across the road. That one wields his weapon forth, parting the grass to seek the snake; this one sweeps his clear, splitting the pine to strike the hawk. They battle till all turns dim and dark, the stars ablaze; the fog rolls thick, and heaven and earth grow hazy. That one, long dwelling in the Weak Water, is the fiercer; this one, newly come from the Spirit Mountain, wins the first great merit.

The two of them came and went, fought above some dozens of bouts, and neither could best the other. The monster, parrying the iron rod, said, “What sort of monk are you, that you dare come and cross me?” “I am Moksa, the disciple Huian, second prince of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King,” said Moksa, “now escorting my mistress to the Eastern Land to seek a scripture-pilgrim. What demon are you, that you dare so boldly to block the road?” The monster, just then recalling, said, “I remember you — you practiced with the Guanyin of the Southern Sea in the Purple-Bamboo Grove. Why have you come here?” “Is that not my mistress on the bank yonder?” said Moksa.

The monster, hearing this, murmured assent again and again and put away his staff. He let Moksa haul him off to see Guanyin, bowed his head to the ground, and declared, “Bodhisattva, forgive my offense, and let me tell my tale: I am no demon-fiend; I was the Curtain-Raising Great Captain who attended the imperial carriage below the Hall of Numinous Mists. Only because, at the Peach Festival, I let slip and shattered a crystal goblet, the Jade Emperor had me beaten eight hundred strokes and cast down to the lower world, changed into this shape. And once every seven days he sends a flying sword to pierce my breast and side a hundred times and more before it returns. So bitter is my torment. In my helplessness, unable to bear hunger and cold, every two or three days I come out of the billows to seek a traveler to devour. I never thought that today, in my ignorance, I would affront the merciful Bodhisattva.” “You sinned in Heaven, and having been cast down, you now do further harm to life — truly crime heaped upon crime,” said the Bodhisattva. “I now bear the Buddha's command, to go up to the Eastern Land and seek a scripture-pilgrim. Why not enter my fold, take refuge in the good fruit, follow the scripture-pilgrim as a disciple, and go to the Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek the scriptures? I shall bid the flying sword pierce you no more. At that time, your task accomplished and your guilt remitted, you shall be restored to your former office. What say you?”

“I am willing to take refuge in the right fruit,” said the monster. And he came forward, saying, “Bodhisattva, here I have eaten men beyond count; whenever scripture-pilgrims came this way, I devoured them all. The heads of all I ate I cast into the flowing sands, and they sank straight to the bottom. In this water even a goose-feather will not float. Only the skulls of nine scripture-pilgrims float upon the surface and will not sink again. Taking them for wondrous things, I strung them on a cord all together, and in idle hours brought them out to play with. But now I fear the scripture-pilgrim may not reach here — would that not, on the contrary, ruin my own prospects?” “How could there be a reason for him not to come?” said the Bodhisattva. “You may hang the skulls about your neck and await the scripture-pilgrim; they will have their use.” “If it be so, I will gladly receive your instruction,” said the monster. The Bodhisattva then laid her hand on his crown and gave him the precepts, taking 'sand' for his surname; so he was named Sha, and given the religious name Sha Wujing. Then and there he entered the gate of the Saṅgha, saw the Bodhisattva across the river, washed his heart and cleansed his thoughts, harmed life no more, and waited single-mindedly for the scripture-pilgrim.

The Bodhisattva took leave of him and, with Moksa, made straight for the Eastern Land. After traveling a good while, they came upon a high mountain wreathed in baleful vapor, which they could not climb. Just as they meant to ride the cloud across it, of a sudden a wild wind arose, and up sprang another demon, fearsome and savage of form. They saw him thus:

Rolled-up tripe like a lotus-pod for a dangling snout, ears like rush-fans, and flashing golden eyes. His tusks keen-edged as steel files, his long maw, gaping, like a brazier. A golden helm strapped tight beneath his jaw, his laced armor and silk cords like a python's sloughed scales. In his hand a spiked rake like a dragon stretching its claws, at his waist a curved bow like a half-wheel moon. Stalwart, his menace overawes the Year-Star, high-spirited, his temper bears down the very gods of Heaven.

He charged up, heedless of right or wrong, and swung his rake at the Bodhisattva to strike. Moksa blocked him and shouted aloud, “Vile demon, mind your manners — look to my rod!” “This monk knows not life from death — look to my rake!” said the demon. The two of them, at the foot of the mountain, lunged and clashed, gambling on victory or defeat, in a truly splendid fight:

The demon fierce and savage, Huian mighty in power. The iron rod stabs at the heart; the rake meets it full in the face. Scattering earth and raising dust, heaven and earth go dark; flying sand and hurtling stones, gods and ghosts take fright. The nine-toothed rake, gleaming bright, its twin rings ringing; the single rod, dark and deep, both hands in flying motion. This one the Heavenly King's prince; that one the marshal's sprite. The one at Potalaka a guardian of the Dharma; the other in a mountain cave a demon-spirit. This encounter contends for high and low; who knows which shall lose and which shall win?

Just as the two of them were at the height of their fight, Guanyin, from mid-air, cast down a lotus flower that parted rake and rod. The monster, startled at the sight, asked, “What sort of monk are you, that you dare conjure flowers before my eyes to fool me?” “You fleshly-eyed, mortal-bodied wretch!” said Moksa. “I am the disciple of the Bodhisattva of the Southern Sea. This is the lotus my mistress cast down, and you do not even know it!” “The Bodhisattva of the Southern Sea — is that the Guanyin who sweeps away the Three Calamities and saves from the Eight Disasters?” said the monster. “Who else but she?” said Moksa. The monster flung down his rake, bowed his head in salute, and said, “Elder brother, where is the Bodhisattva? Trouble yourself to present me, I beg.” Moksa, looking up, pointed. “Is that not she?” The monster kowtowed upward and cried aloud, “Bodhisattva, forgive my sin, forgive my sin!”

Guanyin brought down her cloud and came forward to ask, “What manner of wild boar-spirit are you, from what quarter this old hog turned demon, that you dare to block me here?” “I am no wild boar, nor any old hog,” said the monster. “I was once Marshal Tianpeng of the Heavenly River. Only because, in my cups, I made sport of Chang'e, the Jade Emperor had me beaten two thousand mallet-blows and banished to the mortal dust. My single sentient nature came straight to seize a lodging and enter a womb, but missing the road by mischance, I lodged in a sow's belly and was changed into this shape. I bit the sow to death, slew the whole litter, seized this mountain ground, and live by eating men. I never thought to run into the Bodhisattva — I beg you, deliver me, deliver me!” “What is this mountain called?” said the Bodhisattva. “It is called Mount Fuling,” said the monster. “In the mountain is a cave called Cloud-Path Cave. In the cave there was once one Second Sister Luan; seeing I had some skill at arms, she took me as her householder — what is called a 'back-tread door' match. In less than a year she died, and the whole cave's estate passed to me to enjoy. Dwelling here through long days and deep years, with no livelihood to keep myself, I simply do as my kind does and live by eating men. I beg the Bodhisattva to forgive my sin.”

“The ancients say, 'If you would have a future, do nothing that forfeits a future,'” said the Bodhisattva. “You broke the law in the upper realm, and now, unrepentant of your savage heart, you harm life and pile up sin — is this not crime to be doubly punished?” “A future, a future!” said the monster. “If I did as you say, would you have me feed on wind? As the common saying goes: 'Follow the magistrate's law and be beaten to death; follow the Buddha's law and be starved to death.' Away, away! Better to catch a traveler and eat him, fat and greasy, than to mind your 'double crime, triple crime, a thousand crimes, ten thousand crimes'!” “'If a man has a good wish, Heaven will surely grant it,'” said the Bodhisattva. “If you will take refuge in the right fruit, you shall have the means to nourish yourself. The world has the five grains to relieve hunger; why live by eating men?”

The monster, hearing this, was as if waking from a dream. “I wish to follow the right,” he said to the Bodhisattva, “yet what of 'He who offends against Heaven has none to pray to'?” “I bear the Buddha's command, to go up to the Eastern Land and seek a scripture-pilgrim,” said the Bodhisattva. “You may follow him as a disciple, make the journey to the Western Heaven, and offset your sin by merit; that will surely free you from calamity.” “I will follow, I will follow!” said the monster with a full heart. The Bodhisattva then laid her hand on his crown and gave him the precepts, taking his body for a surname; so he was named Zhu, and given the religious name Zhu Wuneng. Thereupon he received the command and returned to the true, kept to fasting and a vegetarian diet, cut off the five pungent roots and the three forbidden meats, and waited single-mindedly for the scripture-pilgrim.

The Bodhisattva, with Moksa, took leave of Wuneng and came on, half-raising cloud and mist. As they went, they saw in the sky a jade dragon crying out. The Bodhisattva drew near and asked, “What dragon are you, suffering punishment here?” “I am the son of Aorun, Dragon King of the Western Sea,” said the dragon. “Because I set fire to the palace's luminous pearls, my father memorialized the court of Heaven and charged me with unfilial conduct. The Jade Emperor has hung me in the sky, beaten me three hundred strokes, and within days I am to be executed. I beg the Bodhisattva to save me, save me!” Hearing this, Guanyin went up with Moksa through the Southern Heaven Gate, where the two Heavenly Masters Qiu and Zhang met them and asked, “Whither away?” “This poor nun would have one audience with the Jade Emperor,” said the Bodhisattva. The two Heavenly Masters at once announced her, and the Jade Emperor came down from his hall to receive her. The Bodhisattva, having paid her respects, said, “This poor nun, bearing the Buddha's command to seek a scripture-pilgrim in the Eastern Land, met on the way this sinful dragon hung up for punishment, and has come expressly to petition that his life be spared and he be granted to me, to serve the scripture-pilgrim as a mount.” The Jade Emperor, hearing this, issued an edict of pardon, sent a heavenly general to release him, and gave him to the Bodhisattva, who gave thanks and withdrew. The little dragon kowtowed in thanks for the gift of his life and obeyed the Bodhisattva's command. The Bodhisattva sent him into a deep ravine, there to await the scripture-pilgrim, to become a white horse and go west to win merit. The little dragon received the command and hid himself away — but no more of that.

The Bodhisattva led Moksa past this mountain and made again for the Eastern Land. They had not gone far when of a sudden they saw ten thousand shafts of golden light and a thousand strands of auspicious vapor. “Master,” said Moksa, “that place giving off the light is the Mountain of Five Phases, where the Tathāgata's sealing-talisman is set.” “That would be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven,” said the Bodhisattva, “who threw the Peach Festival into chaos and made havoc in the Palace of Heaven, now pinned fast beneath it.” “Just so, just so,” said Moksa. Mistress and disciple climbed the mountain together and looked at the talisman: it was the Six-Syllable Great Mantra, “Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ.”

When the Bodhisattva had looked, she sighed without ceasing and composed a poem. It says:

Pity the demon-monkey who would not serve the common good, who in his day, wild and arrogant, played the hero. With a deceitful heart he wrecked the Peach Festival, and brazenly stole into the Tuṣita Palace. Among a hundred thousand troops he met no match, and in the ninefold heaven his might held sway. Since he met our Buddha the Tathāgata's snare, what day shall he stretch free and show his powers again?

As mistress and disciple were speaking, they had already startled the Great Sage. The Great Sage cried out from the foot of the mountain, “Who is that chanting verse up on the mountain, laying bare my shame?” The Bodhisattva, hearing this, came straight down the mountain to seek him out. She saw beneath the stone cliff the local god, the mountain spirit, and the heavenly generals guarding the Great Sage all come to bow and receive her, and they led her before the Great Sage. Looking, she found him pressed within a stone casket, able to speak but unable to stir his body. “You of the surname Sun,” said the Bodhisattva, “do you know me?” The Great Sage opened wide his fiery eyes and golden pupils, nodded his head, and cried aloud, “How could I not know you! You are none other than the greatly merciful, greatly compassionate Bodhisattva Avalokiteśvara of the Southern Sea, of Mount Potalaka, who rescues from suffering and distress — Namo Guanshiyin! I am favored by your regard, favored by your regard! Here I pass each day like a year, with not one soul who knows me coming to give me so much as a look. Where have you come from?”

“I bear the Buddha's command, going up to the Eastern Land to seek a scripture-pilgrim,” said the Bodhisattva. “Passing this way, I have taken a few spare steps to look in on you.” “The Tathāgata deceived me and pinned me beneath this mountain — five hundred years and more, with no power to struggle free,” said the Great Sage. “I beg the Bodhisattva to show me some little favor and save old Sun, save me!” “You wretch, your sins are deep,” said the Bodhisattva. “Were I to free you, I fear you would breed fresh havoc — that would be ill done.”

“I already know repentance,” said the Great Sage. “I only beg the greatly merciful one to point me a path, and I will gladly cultivate myself.” This was indeed a case of:

Let the human heart give rise to a single thought, and Heaven and Earth will know it through and through. If good and evil met with no requital, then the cosmos itself must harbor partiality.

The Bodhisattva, hearing these words, was filled with joy, and said to the Great Sage, “The sage's classic says: 'If his words are good, then beyond a thousand they answer him; if his words are not good, then beyond a thousand they oppose him.' Since you have this mind, wait until I reach the Great Tang in the Eastern Land and find a scripture-seeking man, and I will have him save you. You may follow him as a disciple, uphold the teaching with discipline, enter my Buddha-gate, and cultivate the true fruit anew. What say you?” “I will go, I will go!” said the Great Sage again and again. “Since there is good fruit in store,” said the Bodhisattva, “let me give you a religious name.” “I already have a name — Sun Wukong,” said the Great Sage. “I have already won over two others, whose names run in the 'Wu' generation,” said the Bodhisattva with renewed joy. “Your name too has the 'Wu,' and so accords with theirs. Very good, very good! In that case there is no need for further instruction — I shall be off.” So the Great Sage, seeing his nature and clarifying his mind, turned to the Buddha's teaching; and the Bodhisattva, mindful and intent, went on to seek the holy monk.

She and Moksa left that place and came straight east; in less than a day they reached the Great Tang at Chang'an. Drawing in mist and gathering cloud, mistress and disciple turned themselves into two scabby wandering monks and entered the city of Chang'an; before they knew it, evening had fallen. Coming to the side of the great market street, they saw a shrine to the local god, and the two of them went straight in. It so frightened the local god that his heart quailed and his ghost-soldiers trembled; knowing it was the Bodhisattva, he kowtowed and received them. The local god ran in haste to report to the City God, the Earth-Altar Magistrate, and all the temple-spirits throughout Chang'an; and they all, knowing it was the Bodhisattva, came to pay homage, saying, “Bodhisattva, forgive us spirits the offense of our late reception.” “You must on no account let slip the least word of this,” said the Bodhisattva. “I bear the Buddha's command, come expressly to this place to seek out the scripture-pilgrim. I shall borrow your shrine and lodge a few days, returning as soon as I have found the true monk.” The spirits each returned to their places, and they sent the local god off to lodge a while in the City God's temple; mistress and disciple hid their true forms.

In the end, who knows what scripture-pilgrim shall be found? Listen to the next chapter for the telling.

札記 Notes

Nine skulls on the water. A river so weak that a goose feather sinks in it, and nine skulls riding the surface that will not go down. The monster has been stringing them on a cord and taking them out to play with when he is bored. The novel does not explain them here, and it is worth knowing what it is holding back: those nine 骷髏 are the Tang Monk himself, in nine earlier lives, eaten nine times at this same crossing. The pilgrim who has not yet been born has already died here nine times, and the attempt about to be launched is the tenth. Guanyin does not have them buried. She tells him to hang them round his neck and wait — and hundreds of chapters later they are lashed together into the raft that carries the pilgrims over the water nothing can float on. That is the chapter's whole method in one object. Nothing in the fallen world gets thrown away, not even the wreckage of the last nine failures.

A school report that starts a hundred chapters. Everything in this novel proceeds from one paragraph of geography. The Buddha looks over the four continents and grades them: the east reverent, the north crudely innocent, the west long-lived and dull, and then 南贍部洲, Jambudvīpa, the southern continent, which is ours — greedy, lustful, homicidal, a killing-ground of wagging tongues and an ocean of who-was-right. He has the cure and will not post it, because the patient would spit it out. Hence a courier, hence a bodyguard, hence a hundred chapters. Notice also how he praises his own western continent: 養氣潛靈, nurturing the breath and banking the spirit, which is Daoist vocabulary in a buddha's mouth. The novel does this constantly and never remarks on it. Two traditions, one shop, two counters.

The same scene, four times. Once you have seen it you cannot unsee it: fight, recognition, confession, offer, new name. Sha Wujing at the river, Zhu Wuneng on the mountain, the dragon in the sky, the monkey under the rock. And every one of them turns out to be a fallen civil servant rather than a native monster — a curtain-raising captain who dropped a glass, a naval marshal who got drunk at a party, a prince who set fire to his father's pearls. The punishments are wildly out of proportion, and the novel wants you to notice: eight hundred strokes and a sword through the ribs every seven days, for breaking a goblet. Guanyin's innovation is not mercy exactly. It is conversion of a sentence into a job. The one exception is the dragon, who gets no religious name and no place in the generation — he is granted his life and assigned to transport, and stays a horse for the rest of the book.

Follow the magistrate's law, follow the Buddha's law. The best line in the chapter belongs to a pig, and it is not a joke. Follow the magistrate's law — 官法打殺 — and be beaten to death; follow the Buddha's law — 佛法餓殺 — and be starved to death. Both laws kill you; only the method differs. He is not being wicked, he is doing arithmetic, and he has run the numbers on a life with no other income. His word for it is 喝風, drinking wind, which modern Chinese still says with a direction added — drinking the northwest wind is what you do when the money has gone. And Guanyin's answer is not theology. It is 五穀, the five grains: there is other food, so you need not eat people. The argument that actually converts him is a meal, and the text does not pretend otherwise.

A hoop, not a sword. The most consequential object in the novel is handed over in this chapter without ceremony: three identical metal bands and three spells, 金緊禁, Gold, Tight and Ban. The 緊箍兒, the tightening one, is the famous one, and it will not appear on anybody's head for another six chapters. Read the instructions carefully, because the order matters: talk him into goodness first, and only if he refuses does the band come out. It is a tool of persuasion with a fallback, not a weapon — and the fallback is a migraine rather than a blade. Heaven spent seven chapters trying to kill this monkey with armies, fire and lightning. What finally holds him is a headache with an off switch, held by somebody else.

All three of them are called Wu. When Guanyin offers the monkey a religious name he tells her he already has one, and she is delighted, because it fits. Chinese families ran names by 排行: everyone born into one generation shares a character, so you can hear a person's seniority before you know anything else about them. Her two recruits are 沙悟淨 and 豬悟能 — Sand Awakened to Purity and Swine Awakened to Ability. The monkey is 孫悟空, Awakened to Emptiness, and he has been called that since a Daoist master named him hundreds of pages ago, long before any of this was planned. The band is a family before it is a company, and nobody arranged it. The joke is quiet and entirely characteristic: the providence in this book keeps turning out to have got there first.

Her own mantra was the lock. The seal pinning the Great Sage to the mountain is a strip of paper, and the writing on it is the 六字真言, the six-syllable spell — Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ, the most recited phrase in the Buddhist world, and the one addressed to Guanyin herself. So the formula of compassion has been doing duty as a padlock for five hundred years, and the person who has just walked up the mountain to read it is the person it invokes. The novel says nothing about this. It simply puts her in front of her own name, written in the Buddha's hand, holding down the creature she has come to recruit.

Five hundred years, and nobody came to look. The reunion under the mountain is the best-written thing in the chapter, and its power is all in one complaint. 度日如年, he says — every day here is a year, still the ordinary phrase in Chinese for time that will not move — and not one soul who knows me has come to give me so much as a look. The monkey who fought the whole of heaven to a standstill is asking for a visitor. Watch the order of what follows, because it is deliberate. He asks to be let out; she refuses, on the ground that his sins are deep and he would only start again; and only then, with the door shut, does he say that he already knows repentance. She withholds the rescue in order to produce the change. It is a hard piece of pastoral care, and it works.