승찬조사 ㆍ신심명

We blamed ourselves countless times through sleep as we lived our lives. I believed that the pain I feel now was due to the sins I had committed, and that the constant anxiety that came over me was due to my inadequacy. I thought something invisible was firmly binding me. So I tried harder and more to endure. I tried to endure it longer somehow. I have lived my entire life fighting desperately against something like that. 1500 years ago, there was a person who, carrying a disease that was causing his entire body to decay, regarded his entire life as sin itself. Abandoned by the world and even turned away from one's own body Wandering deep in the mountains, he collapsed as if falling before an old monk. And then she cried out. What crime have I committed that I must endure such miserable suffering? The old monk did not cure his illness. He did not elaborate on the harsh karma. Instead, I only offered one word. Bring that sin to this place right now. With that one word, the weight of decades that had been weighing him down began to crumble. This story is not a record of miracles that heal an illness. The sin was a process of illusions disappearing. The bound heart unravels itself. It was a declaration of liberation. The third investigation of Chinese Zen Buddhism, Seungchan He is not someone who has eliminated suffering. Holding onto the pain He was someone who let go of that mindset. Now, we will trace how a sick person who sought the truth of sin became a giant tree that could lay the foundation for Zen Buddhism. Last time, we witnessed the magnificent journey of the second great monk, Hyega, who sought the Dharma by cutting off his own arm. The cool and weighty teachings passed down from Bodhidharma now resided in Hyega's heart, awaiting the next era. The world was still chaotic, and the well-fed practitioners of the Emperor Wu, who suppressed Buddhism, were driven deep into the mountains. Hyega walked with bated breath, trying not to extinguish the invisible flame entrusted to her within the cycle of karma and fate. Then one day... In the 40 mountains of Anui Castle, a nameless man appeared before Hye, breaking the deep silence. His appearance was so horribly ruined that it was hard to bear to look at him. During the time of leprosy, when flesh rotted all over the body, people turned away from it, calling it a punishment from heaven. The man's body was stained with pus and pus, and traces of pain were evident on every path he had walked. He was abandoned by society, ostracized by his family, and betrayed by his own flesh. The man lay prostrate at Hye-ga's feet, his voice cracked, begging for a single salvation. My body is rotting away from such a heinous illness. What sin did I commit in my past life that I must endure such suffering? Please show mercy. Please atone for this deep sin of mine. The man's desperate cries were not simply a plea to be cured of his illness, but rather... It was a cry of longing to escape the guilt that weighs heavily on the source of existence. He believed that his illness was his sin. I hoped someone would take care of that heavy load for me. Hyega stared blankly at the man's face, which was miserably distorted. In those eyes, instead of pity or compassion, there was a cold and profound insight, as if reflecting in a mirror. Hyega did not explain to the man why leprosy occurred or what his past life karma was. He simply stabbed the man in the chest with a short but firm voice. Bring the sin you speak of to this moment. Then I will cleanse you of that sin for your sake. The man, momentarily flustered, began to search his mind. He tried to find the vast and heavy entity he believed to be the cause of the sin leprosy that tormented him. He delved into past memories, carefully examined the sensation of pain, and tried to bring out the mass of sin. However, strangely enough, the more I tried to find it, the more its substance scattered like mist. The root of pain, which I had believed to exist clearly, was nowhere to be seen when I reached out to grasp it. How much time has passed? The man raised his head with a blank expression‎. Even if I try to find the monk's faults, I can't seem to find them. This response from the man was not a declaration of defeat but the beginning of a thorough awakening. Hyega, as if she had been waiting for it, flashed a smile and put a period at the end like a bolt of lightning. Then your sins are all now settled. You can simply live relying on the Buddha's teachings and the Three Treasures. In this fleeting conversation, the decades of guilt that had been weighing down the man vanished like a mirage. That sin was originally a virtual shadow with no substance. He experienced it firsthand with his body and mind. Since there was no sin, there was nothing to wash, and since there was nothing to wash, I realized that illness was just a phenomenon. This was not simply a healing process where the patient found comfort. Bodhidharma showed Hyega... The law of reassurance This was the moment when he was being transferred from Hyega to Seungchan, a vessel. Hyega bestowed the name Seungchan upon the man and instinctively sensed that he was the one who would carry on the law. Hyega saw in Seungchan the certainty that he would succeed her. Seungchan confirmed the reality of the law, transcending life and death, from Haega. The Dharma lineage was not severed, and through the awareness of an unknown patient, it continued its vitality once again. This encounter is from the history of Zen Buddhism. Beyond individual healing It was recorded as a decisive turning point in the systematization of the law. This vague Taoism, which was conveyed through the heart rather than text, was... It was because they had now begun to be refined through the specific mission of Seungchan. The ride now had to stay by Hae-ga's side and verify whether the state of the mission he had experienced was a temporary phenomenon or an unchanging law. The teachings that Hyega has upheld for 40 years with her body are now being prepared to be recorded through Seungchan's intense practice. This realization, filtered through the extreme hardship of illness, will become a bright beacon that will not lose its way in any chaos in the future. Now we see how this teaching that Hyega has upheld for 40 years comes to be preserved as a piece of writing. In the suffering of this sick person Shinsimmyeong This preparation for birth was being made. The period of rigorous examination for the law, which had been lingering in this silence, has now begun. When you realize there is no substance of sin Seungchan's heart was light, but the pain of reality still tormented him. Is the light of enlightenment, with Seungchan planning by my side, a temporary illusion? Or, I began to test whether it was a truth that permeates the entirety of life. This was because Zen Buddhism's laws were not knowledge understood with the head but rather a daily practice that had to be proven in the face of a reality that was like cutting bones and flesh. Hye-ga and Seung-chan spent over a decade together in seclusion, escaping the world. This period was a time of rigorous training, where the essence of the law that Hye-ga had upheld permeated Seung-chan's very core. The pain of leprosy shook Seungchan's consciousness from time to time. I asked if there really is no substance to the suffering. Whenever the pain of his body rotting away surged, Seungcha secretly tried not to lose his place of nothingness, which he had realized. I did not pity or comfort Seungchan, who was planning. Rather, I checked his state of mind with an even colder gaze. He asked Seungchan. Who is feeling that pain right now, and where is the heart that screams in pain? Enlightenment is not completed with a single experience, but is only recognized by law when it does not collapse amidst repeated hardships. The one that Hyega protected for 40 years Tenderloin Eun has now begun to take root even more firmly through Seungchan's ailing body. The Dharma lineage was not simply a form of granting approval but a life force passed down in such desperate situations. The ride experienced that enlightenment is not a special supernatural power but rather an unshakable state of mind that remains unshaken in any situation. Only after confirm‎ing that Seungchan's planning mind was no longer swayed by external boundaries or bodily sensations did he feel at ease. This time later showed that Seung-chan's writing was his life itself. The declaration that the ultimate path is not difficult was the actual life of Seungchan, who emerged from the suffering of leprosy. Hyega sensed that it was time to convey the Dharma to Seungchan and handed over the Gasa and the monastic code passed down from Bodhidharma as a sign of the Dharma lineage. This was a solemn ritual to pass the flame of Zen Buddhism, which had not yet been put into words, to the next generation. Seungchan has now escaped his master's shadow and is ready to go out into the world, bearing the weight of the law alone. However, Seungchan still had one final task to complete. The teachings of peace that Master Hyega had demonstrated through his body remained the language of those who had attained enlightenment. Later practitioners who did not know the law were asked how to understand and follow the silence of Hyega and the Byeokgwon of Bodhidharma. The time spent by Hye's side is not the time that makes Seungchan an individual attainment. It was a time to give confidence that the law could be established in sentences. Verified enlightenment is no longer just for the individual, but... It began to be replaced by the lamp of law for all. We will now trace why Seung-chan, who has passed this desperate verification, had to break his silence and pick up his pen. The plan has left. The ride bears the full weight of the Dharma lineage alone. I stayed deep in the mountains. The teachings of Zen Buddhism, which began with Bodhidharma, have never taken the form of writing or books until now. The passenger sat for a long time under the dim lamplight, with a rough piece of paper in front of them. It was the transmission of an extremely personal and intimate experience where a master and student sat facing each other and exchanged it with their hearts. Throughout his life of planning, he proved the law with his body and left no theoretical framework for his students. As Seungchan slowly began grinding the ink on the inkstone, the sound of the ink being eaten softly echoed through the room filled with silence. He made a crucial decision at this point to change the history of Zen Buddhism. He said that if enlightenment remains only in personal experience through the verification process of over ten years with Hyega... I was worried about the risk of the law being corrupted. With the joints becoming thickened and twisted from leprosy, I tried to hold the brush with my hands, but my fingers didn't move as I intended and trembled slightly. After the teacher disappeared, practical considerations began for future practitioners to use as a standard to examine their minds. Buddhism at the time was so engrossed in vast scriptures and complex doctrines that it was missing the essence of the mind. Seungchan picked up his brush and put it down again dozens of times. I just stared blankly at the blank paper. The doctrinal learning trapped in text became cold knowledge, and the teacher's silence was an excessively high wall for future scholars. Seungchan began to organize the core of the Ansim Dharma teachings into specific guidelines that anyone could grasp and practice. He finally put strength into his trembling hands and pressed the first letter, the "Ji," deeply onto the paper. Map culture Yu-yeom selection Reaching the ultimate path is not difficult. Only the heart that chooses is avoided. It was one sentence. While writing the letters, a sudden pain struck Seungchan's entire body, causing him to stop brushing and gasp for breath. This was not simply a thought or theory in his head, but a conclusion that Seungchan realized through the extreme pain of leprosy, directly confronting it firsthand. He has the discernment of human beings that distinguishes between likes and dislikes, right and wrong. Soon, it was compressed into just eight characters that it is the source of suffering. The passenger, seemingly dissatisfied with the words he had just written, crumpled the paper, pushed it aside, and then unfolded a new piece of paper again. The law that Hyega had silently observed for 40 years had finally become a language that humanity could share, through Seungchan's hands. He moved his lips slightly and muttered to himself, "Danger, danger, danger, selection," as he gauged the weight of the sentence. Riding is done through Shinsimmyeong. Trusting the heart and... To practice the law is to... We proved that it is not two. The ride meticulously captures the path that moves the heart and how to control it within a short and concise sentence of eight characters. This record, which will later be called the Divine God, is recorded. Now it will serve as a clear map for countless practitioners who have lost their way. Watching the bruises spreading on the paper, he wondered if his own realization might have been... I was wary of it becoming another tool for obsession. The warning that even a hair's breadth of difference in the barley oil gap can widen the gap between heaven and earth is... It awakened the complacency of practitioners. These sentences are not meant to boast about Seungchan's personal wisdom, but rather... It was a path paved so that anyone could directly reach the true nature of the law. When someone walks this path in the future, without falling into lost thoughts... It embodies the teacher's desire to face only the truth. He put down his brush for a moment, gazed at the moonlight outside the window, and once again reflected on the formless place of peace that Hye-ga had shown him. Zen Buddhism has now moved beyond the mysterious legend of Bodhidharma and attained a distinct milestone of devotion. It was only after this text was created that people clearly understood what Zen Buddhism does as a form of practice. This teaching established by Seungchan later became the philosophical foundation for the growth of Chinese Zen Buddhism into a vast religious order. He focused all his attention on the twisted fingertips and meticulously carved each character as if he were carving them. He captured the flame of the Dharma in the vessel of writing, ensuring its luster would not fade. Moreover, if it demonstrated the vitality of the law, then riding was like selling the moisture that could allow that vitality to flow. The Jinshinmyeong has become the most powerful guide for over a thousand years since then, illuminating the path for all practitioners. Seungcha was wary of the sentences he left behind, even in the process of writing him, so that they would not become another obsession. After finishing the sentence, he wiped his sweat-soaked hands on the hem of his robe and let out a deep sigh. The work of transcending letters through sentences and leading language to a place where language disappears through language has continued. The sentences born at the end of his door became a bright lamp, illuminating the vain delusions of practitioners. Now, the law has become an open path for anyone who reads and practices sentences, rather than a mysterious ability of a specific individual. Zeng Tian quietly bowed with his hands together in front of the lines written one by one character after another. He declared that the teachings of the Master Haega were not in vain. By completing this short piece, Zeng Tian conveyed the truth of the Dharma that Bodhidharma and Haega had kept in silence and made its value eternal. The law became a sentence, and a massive cycle began where sentences awaken people's hearts once again. Now, this refined teaching awaited the next generation's connection that would bring the sentence to life. The passenger turned off the lamp and sat in the darkness, silently watching what kind of spark the sentences they left behind would ignite in the world. We will now follow how Seungchan's passionate sentence ignites the heart of a young practitioner. A young novice monk entered the front yard of the cave where Seungchan resides in the deep forest of Mt. Gongju. The city of 14 years old is dust, as if they have walked for days. I prostrated myself at Seungchan's feet in all my robes. The passenger sits on the torch veranda and emptys the water bottle they were washing gently. I raised my head to greet the young guest. Doshin's voice broke the silence in the mountains, resonating earnestly. Please, monk, teach me how to attain enlightenment. Instead of answering, Seungcha hung a wet brush on the shelf and stared intently into Doshin's eyes. The trainee adjusted its seat and asked a brief yet chilling question. Who can't walk you? The city stiffened at the unexpected question and looked down at its shoulders and feet. He slowly closed his eyes and stopped like a stone statue. Only the sound of bamboo leaves swaying in the wind passed by the yard. The city seemed to be searching for a chain somewhere within itself, without even moving an inch. As time passed, his breathing became increasingly thin, and the sound of birds in the forest grew particularly loud. The passenger, with their gaze fixed on the edge of the tianmaru, did not urge the motionless Tao Xin in any way. The city remained still like a large rock until the child tilted and the shade stretched long. The beads of sweat on his forehead slowly trickled down to his chin and fell to the floor. The sound of the wind blowing and fluttering sleeves throughout the city only occasionally broke the silence in the yard. The ride endured a time like the city, simply staring at the surface without lifting the teacup to touch it. The city closed its eyes, letting go of the thoughts it had been holding onto and taking a deep breath. After a long silence, the furrowed brows in the city gradually smoothed out. The city turned its empty palm inside out and replied softly. No one tied me up. A faint smile spread across Seungchan's lips, and his voice crossed the yard once more. There is no one tied up, so why are you saving the sea? The city seemed frozen in place before finally turning toward Seungchan. The sound of his head hitting the ground was heard heavily. Inside the room, the paper of Shin Shinmyeong, which had been used earlier, fluttered gently in the wind. The city followed its master into the tomb raid and grabbed a broom. The ride is Musler. I started writing new sentences on paper. In the yard, only the sounds of the rustling of fallen leaves and the rustling of Seungchan's city paper were flowing. The disciple stopped using the comb and gazed at the master's drum tip for a long time. In 606, the dawn air from the mountains of Anui Province coldly enveloped the area around the cave. The passenger slowly moved out the door, adjusting the hem of their robe. Her gaunt, thin toes stepped on the floor, and her twisted fingers used the air instead of a cane. He approached the old tree standing tall in the middle of the yard. The early morning sunlight seeping through the leaves settled on his deeply wrinkled and scarred face. Seungcheon stood in front of the tree and gently placed his knotted hands on the rough bark. The disciples, including Doshin, watched their master from a certain distance in the corner of the yard. The passenger gently tightened their grip on the branch and fixed their gaze far into the air. His lips closed very slowly, and his last virginity faded into the air as faint steam. Seungchan's body stopped in the same position as he had when he couldn't hold onto the tree. The wind blew, causing the hem of his robe to flutter, but his shoulders and back didn't even move. A mountain bird flew in and briefly stayed on Seungchan's shoulder before flying away. As time passed, the position of the sun changed, and the shadow that started at Seungchan's feet stretched out long to the end of the yard. The disciples knelt on the dirt ground, staring at the back of their master, who had been buried like a stone statue. Doshin cautiously approached and bowed his head at Seungchan's feet, but all that came back was the stillness of the forest. Jeungchan's hands were still firmly gripping the bark, and his two feet firmly supported the ground. The leaves swayed in the wind, casting shadows over Seungchan's head. I repeatedly removed it. The disciples silently bowed their heads towards Seungchan's back, who was standing there holding onto a tree. As the belly fat faded, the darkness that had loomed over Seungchan's body slowly settled. Seungchan's fingertips holding the tree have now become so dark that they are indistinguishable from the color of the tree. The city began sweeping fallen leaves in the yard with a broom next to where the master had been standing. Seungchan's body still stood tall like a part of a tree, even in the half-wind. Ascension has departed. Without being able to catch the tree, he quietly passed through time without choosing between life and death. His body stopped, but the sentences he left behind did not stop. The most solid map of the heart drawn from suffering by a sick human being did not remain on paper. The poison entered the eyes of a boy sweeping the yard, and began to breathe again in his life. The young Sami, who said that no one in the 14-year-old city had ever tied him up, grew up practicing the sentences left by Seungchan in his daily life. Here is a person who will carry the silence of Bodhidharma, the pain of Gaega, the sentence of Seungchan, and now, among the people, carrying that sentence down. The laws of Zen Buddhism will no longer remain silent in the mountains. One person's enlightenment crosses over into another person's life, and only then does one prepare to step into the world. The city gazes at the spot where the master stood for a long time. Seungchan's question remains in his ears. Who tied you up? The city follows those words and looks into its own heart. And I realize. From that day on, Doshin's steps began to descend the mountain, realizing that nothing had been questioning him from the beginning. The lantern of Seon Buddhism now begins to move among people, following the life of Doshin, who holds Seungchan's questions. Now, let's also step into those people together.