34Fengxue's Speck of Dust風穴一塵
Introduction 示眾
赤手空拳，千變萬化。雖是將無作有，奈何弄假像真。且道：還有基本也無？
Bare hands, empty fists, yet a thousand shapes and ten thousand changes. He makes something out of nothing, passes the fake off as real. So tell me: is there anything solid underneath?
風穴垂語云：「若立一塵，家國興盛；不立一塵，家國喪亡。」雪竇拈拄杖云：「還有同死同生底衲僧麼？」
Fengxue addressed the assembly: "Raise up a single speck of dust, and the nation flourishes. Leave it unraised, and the nation falls."
Xuedou held up his staff and said, "Are there any monks here who will live and die with that speck?"
Verse 頌
皤然渭水起垂綸，
何似首陽清餓人。
只在一塵分變態，
高名、勳業，兩難珉。
White-haired by the Wei River, he lets down his line.
How does that match the clean starving man of Mount Shouyang?
Everything turns on one speck of dust:
great name, great deeds, neither passes for true jade.