大家好！
感應 1
試著寫雅玲的爸爸。
雅玲的爸爸是上一代少數唸過大學的知識分子，人長得溫文儒雅，從自來水公司主任退休，也是一貫道的壇主。
大約30年前他們全家要去墾丁玩，順道來潮州拜訪我。當時我跟他談起佛法，並隨手拿一個杯子朝牆壁摔個粉碎，加強我說「空相應」的力道。
過去，我從不曾見人就講述佛法，
為什麼會對她爸爸這麽激動，連自己都感到驚訝納悶！
冥冥中，對我而言，好像非完成什麼事不可的感覺！
當雅玲爸爸往生大約兩年，在一次讀書會中，感應到她爸爸來到讀書會現場，並且要求雅玲救他。自那次見面之後就再也沒有見過面。
那時一邊引領讀書會，一邊感應她爸爸，感到有點暈眩，措手不及！
等讀書會結束後，我們一群人本來預計要去大鵬灣的海上教堂玩，
坐在文宗的露營車裡，竟然感應看到她爸爸剖開身體，
看到他身體內部深處藏一個穿一席白淨貴氣的袈裟的比丘。
這是我首次感應到一個出家人的功力這麼好，無法言喻那種感覺！
震撼再震撼！
若依照身體內的那位比丘樣子，至少是部派佛教時期的出家人。
在極度快速的意識感應裡，明白他想度化的應是所謂的外道，可惜，卻讓自己墮落了！
我開玩笑跟雅玲說：你爸爸是貴族耶，那時候能出家的人都是貴族。
雅玲回應道:幾個兄弟姐妹人數多，爸爸是公務人員家境小康而已，
但保有潔癖一定要常常換毛巾。
在意識中可以剖開自身肉體的修行者！實在是太神奇了！
當讀者看到這篇文，不免心生疑惑竟有這種不可思議的事，但對我來說，是千真萬確的經歷，
回憶起這件感應舊事，與大家分享這段奇妙之旅！
或許也是雅玲爸爸在提醒我，記得寫他！哈
半寄
Perception
Greetings, friends of NanZen!
Trying to write about Ya-Ling’s father.
He was one of the rare intellectuals of his generation who had attended university, later retiring as a director at the Waterworks Company. Gentle and refined in appearance, he also served as a temple master in the I-Kuan Tao.
About thirty years ago, their whole family planned a trip to Kenting and stopped by Chaozhou to visit me.
I talked to him about Buddhist teachings. To emphasize my point about “śūnyatā corresponding to form,” I spontaneously grabbed a cup and smashed it against the wall.
I normally wouldn’t speak about the Dharma upon meeting someone.—why did I react so strongly to him? It surprised even me. Deep down, it felt like there was something I absolutely had to do.
About two years ago, during a study club—by then he had passed away for two years—I sensed him again, requesting that Ya-Ling help him.
Since our last meeting, I had never seen him again. To be leading a session while suddenly sensing his presence left me dizzy and unprepared.
Afterward, our group went to visit the floating chapel at Dapeng Bay.
Sitting in Wenzong’s camper van, I sensed her father suddenly open his body, revealing deep inside a monk dressed in a pure, elegant white robe.
It was the first time I had ever sensed such powerful spiritual strength from a monastic. I can't even describe what that felt like—shocking, and beyond words.
From the era he showed me, it must have been the time of the early Buddhist schools. In a fast stream of conscious perception, he made it clear: he had once tried to convert so-called nonbelievers, but ended up falling himself.
I joked with Ya-Ling, “Your dad was a nobleman—only nobles could become monks back then.”
She replied that when she was young, there were many siblings in the family, and their life was modest on a civil servant's income. Still, her father was obsessed with cleanliness—he had to change towels all the time.
I suddenly thought of him just now and tried to write a little, because it was just too extraordinary—to meet a practitioner who could open up his body in consciousness like that.
Letting others read this story feels strange,
and the way I spoke the Dharma to Ya-Ling’s father is something I’ve never done again.
But to me, it was a real experience—so I decided to write it down.
Maybe he is reminding me:
Don’t forget to write about him.
Haha.
Master Banji
曼殊詩集，生命裡最想解答的題目。
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