話說濟公回到廟中，廣亮甚為喜悅，先給濟公要了一桌酒，這才叫智清、智靜進來給濟公磕頭。濟公說：「師兄，你瞧，我昨天做了一個夢。」廣亮說：「做甚夢？」濟公說：「我夢見一個賊和尚，又帶著兩個生賊，每個背著五塊磚，手打銅鑼，口中直嚷：‘尊聲列位請聽言，手打銅鑼來化緣。施主要問因何故？只因偷了萬緣橋的磚。’有四個官人押著，不嚷就打，你說這個夢新鮮不新鮮？」廣亮一想：「怪呀，他怎么會知道？」這才說：「師弟，你做這夢，倒是真事。這兩個小和尚是我的師侄，他師父叫廣慧，在萬緣橋海潮寺當家。只因他們把萬緣橋的磚頭搬了幾塊，現在石杭縣把他們師徒三個鎖了去，叫他們背著磚，化一萬銀子修萬緣橋。你想誰能施捨？他們實在受不了這個罪，知道師弟的能為，故此求求你慈悲慈悲。師弟，你衝著我，功德功德罷。」智清、智靜說：「師叔，你老人家要不答應，我兩個人跪著不起來。」濟公說：「你們兩個人起來！我就知道這頓飯不能白吃，這桌菜席是一萬兩銀子。」廣亮說：「多慈悲罷。」濟公說：「就是，回頭咱們一同走。」智清、智靜這才起來，說：「師叔何時走呀？」濟公說：「今天就走，回頭就化緣，明天就動工修萬緣橋。」智清、智靜心說：「這可是吹著玩。」嘴裡說：「那是很好。」濟公吃喝完畢，說：「咱們走呀。」廣亮說：「師弟，等你回來，我再來謝你。」和尚說：「不用謝，小事一段。」
话说济公回到庙中，广亮甚为喜悦，先给济公要了一桌酒，这才叫智清、智静进来给济公磕头。济公说：「师兄，你瞧，我昨天做了一个梦。」广亮说：「做甚梦？」济公说：「我梦见一个贼和尚，又带着两个生贼，每个背着五块砖，手打铜锣，口中直嚷：‘尊声列位请听言，手打铜锣来化缘。施主要问因何故？只因偷了万缘桥的砖。’有四个官人押着，不嚷就打，你说这个梦新鲜不新鲜？」广亮一想：「怪呀，他怎么会知道？」这才说：「师弟，你做这梦，倒是真事。这两个小和尚是我的师侄，他师父叫广慧，在万缘桥海潮寺当家。只因他们把万缘桥的砖头搬了几块，现在石杭县把他们师徒三个锁了去，叫他们背着砖，化一万银子修万缘桥。你想谁能施舍？他们实在受不了这个罪，知道师弟的能为，故此求求你慈悲慈悲。师弟，你冲着我，功德功德罢。」智清、智静说：「师叔，你老人家要不答应，我两个人跪着不起来。」济公说：「你们两个人起来！我就知道这顿饭不能白吃，这桌菜席是一万两银子。」广亮说：「多慈悲罢。」济公说：「就是，回头咱们一同走。」智清、智静这才起来，说：「师叔何时走呀？」济公说：「今天就走，回头就化缘，明天就动工修万缘桥。」智清、智静心说：「这可是吹着玩。」嘴里说：「那是很好。」济公吃喝完毕，说：「咱们走呀。」广亮说：「师弟，等你回来，我再来谢你。」和尚说：「不用谢，小事一段。」
Now, when Ji Gong came back to the temple, Guangliang was delighted. First he ordered a table of food and wine for Ji Gong, and only then did he call Zhiqing and Zhijing in to kowtow to him. “Brother,” said Ji Gong, “you know, I had a dream yesterday.” “What dream?” said Guangliang. “I dreamt of a thieving monk with two greenhorn thieves along with him, each with five bricks on his back, beating a brass gong and calling out the whole time: ‘Hear me, good people one and all: gong in hand, I’ve come to beg. Ask me, patrons, what it’s for? We stole the bricks of Wanyuan Bridge.’ Four runners were marching them along, and if they stopped calling out they got a beating. Now tell me, isn’t that a fresh sort of dream?” Guangliang thought, “That’s odd. How could he know?” Then he said, “Brother, this dream of yours is the real thing. These two young monks are my nephews in the faith. Their master is called Guanghui; he’s abbot of Haichao Temple by Wanyuan Bridge. Because they carried off a few bricks from Wanyuan Bridge, Shihang County has put the three of them in chains, master and disciples, and is making them carry bricks on their backs and raise ten thousand taels of silver in alms to rebuild Wanyuan Bridge. Who do you think is going to give that much? They really can’t bear the punishment any longer, and they know what you can do, so they’ve come to beg you to take pity on them. Brother, do it for my sake. Earn yourself some merit.” “Uncle,” said Zhiqing and Zhijing, “if you won’t agree, the two of us will stay on our knees and never get up.” “Get up, the pair of you,” said Ji Gong. “I knew this meal wouldn’t come free. This table of food is costing me ten thousand taels of silver.” “Do take pity on them,” said Guangliang. “All right,” said Ji Gong. “In a while we’ll go together.” Only then did Zhiqing and Zhijing get up. “Uncle, when will you set off?” they said. “Today,” said Ji Gong. “We go today, I raise the alms right after, and tomorrow work starts on rebuilding Wanyuan Bridge.” Zhiqing and Zhijing thought to themselves, “He’s just talking big for fun.” Aloud they said, “That would be very good.” When Ji Gong had finished eating and drinking, he said, “Let’s go.” “Brother,” said Guangliang, “when you come back, I’ll come and thank you.” “No need for thanks,” said the monk. “It’s a small matter.”
說著同智清、智靜出了靈隱寺，順大路往前走。和尚一邊往前走，信口唱著山歌說：
「勸世人，要修福，茅屋不漏心便足。布衣不破勝羅衣，茅屋不漏如瓦屋。不求榮，不受辱，平生安分隨世俗。遠去人間是與非，逢場做戲相桓舞。也不華，也不朴，一心正直無私處。終朝睡到日三竿，起來一碗黃齏素。粥一碗，菜一箸，自歌自舞無拘束。客來相顧奉清茶，客去還將猿馬扶。或談詩，或品竹，空笑他人終碌碌。南北奔馳為利名，為誰辛苦為誰辱。七情深，兒愛度，雨裡鮮花風裡燭。多少烏頭送白老，多少老人為少哭。滿庫金，滿堂玉，何曾免得無常路。臨危只落一場空，只有孤身無伴仆。大墳高，厚棺木，此身亦向黃泉赴。世上總無再活人，何須苦苦多忙碌。張門田，李門屋，今日錢家明日陸。桑田變海海為田，從來如此多反覆，時未來，眉莫戚，八字窮通有遲速。甘羅十二受秦恩，太公八十食周祿。笑阿房，談今古，古來興廢如棋局。奉勸世人即回頭，我今打破迷魂路。」
说着同智清、智静出了灵隐寺，顺大路往前走。和尚一边往前走，信口唱着山歌说：
「劝世人，要修福，茅屋不漏心便足。布衣不破胜罗衣，茅屋不漏如瓦屋。不求荣，不受辱，平生安分随世俗。远去人间是与非，逢场做戏相桓舞。也不华，也不朴，一心正直无私处。终朝睡到日三竿，起来一碗黄齑素。粥一碗，菜一箸，自歌自舞无拘束。客来相顾奉清茶，客去还将猿马扶。或谈诗，或品竹，空笑他人终碌碌。南北奔驰为利名，为谁辛苦为谁辱。七情深，儿爱度，雨里鲜花风里烛。多少乌头送白老，多少老人为少哭。满库金，满堂玉，何曾免得无常路。临危只落一场空，只有孤身无伴仆。大坟高，厚棺木，此身亦向黄泉赴。世上总无再活人，何须苦苦多忙碌。张门田，李门屋，今日钱家明日陆。桑田变海海为田，从来如此多反复，时未来，眉莫戚，八字穷通有迟速。甘罗十二受秦恩，太公八十食周禄。笑阿房，谈今古，古来兴废如棋局。奉劝世人即回头，我今打破迷魂路。」
So saying, he left Lingyin Temple with Zhiqing and Zhijing and went along the high road. As he walked, the monk sang a mountain song, making it up as he went:
“Hear me, people of the world: lay up blessings while you may; if the thatch keeps out the rain, the heart is satisfied.Cotton clothes without a hole beat a gown of silk;a thatched roof that doesn’t leak is good as a roof of tile.Seek no glory, take no shame; all my life I keep my place and go the way the world goes.Far away from human rights and wrongs,wherever there’s a show, I join the play and dance along.Nothing grand and nothing mean, one upright heart without a selfish corner in it.Every day I sleep till the sun is three poles high,then rise to a bowl of plain pickled greens.A bowl of gruel, a pinch of greens, I sing and dance for my own sake with nothing to hold me.When guests call I serve them clear tea;when they go I rein in the monkey and the horse of my mind.Now I talk of poems, now I try the flute, and laugh at the rest, so busy all their days,rushing north and south for profit and a name:toiling for whom, and shamed for whom?The seven passions run deep, and the love of children too, yet they are blossoms in the rain and candles in the wind.How many black heads see the white-haired off;how many old folk weep for the young!A vault full of gold, a hall full of jade: who was ever spared the road of Impermanence for that?At the end it all comes to nothing,and off you go alone, with no servant at your side.Heap the grave mound high, make the coffin thick, this body still goes down to the Yellow Springs.No one in this world comes back to life,so why toil and slave so hard?Zhang’s fields, Li’s house; the Qians’ today, the Lus’ tomorrow.Mulberry fields turn to sea, and sea to fields; it has always gone round and round like this. If your time hasn’t come, don’t knit your brows: the eight characters of your birth bring poor or good luck, early or late.Gan Luo was twelve when Qin rewarded him;the Grand Duke was eighty when he first ate Zhou’s grain.Laugh at the Epang Palace, talk of now and of long ago: the rise and fall of old was a game of chess.I urge you, people of the world, turn back now:today I break open the road of delusion for you.”
和尚念著往前走，智清、智靜二人跟隨。和尚說：「你們二人快點走行不行？」智清說：「行。」和尚說：「腿是你們兩人的不是？」智清、智靜說：「師叔，你說這話真新鮮，腿在我們兩人身上長的，又怎么不是我們的？」和尚道：「我給你們轟著走。」智清說：「怎么轟？」和尚說：「我一念咒，你們就走快了。」智清、智靜說：「念罷。」和尚口念六字真言「唵嘛呢叭咪吽！唵，敕令赫！」這兩個人身不由己，仿佛有人在後面推著一般，行走如飛，收不住了。智清就嚷：「師叔呀，你快把法術收了罷！眼前是樹呀，碰上就得腦漿迸裂呀！」和尚後面就嚷：「不要緊，唵，令！敕令赫！拐彎就過去了。」智清、智靜果然到樹林子，一拐彎就過去。又往前跑，智清說：「了不得了，眼前是河，掉下就淹死。」和尚說：「不要緊，加點勁就躥過去了。」說著話，眼瞧到了有三四丈寬的河，真仿佛有人托著腳飛過去了。
和尚念着往前走，智清、智静二人跟随。和尚说：「你们二人快点走行不行？」智清说：「行。」和尚说：「腿是你们两人的不是？」智清、智静说：「师叔，你说这话真新鲜，腿在我们两人身上长的，又怎么不是我们的？」和尚道：「我给你们轰着走。」智清说：「怎么轰？」和尚说：「我一念咒，你们就走快了。」智清、智静说：「念罢。」和尚口念六字真言「唵嘛呢叭咪吽！唵，敕令赫！」这两个人身不由己，仿佛有人在后面推着一般，行走如飞，收不住了。智清就嚷：「师叔呀，你快把法术收了罢！眼前是树呀，碰上就得脑浆迸裂呀！」和尚后面就嚷：「不要紧，唵，令！敕令赫！拐弯就过去了。」智清、智静果然到树林子，一拐弯就过去。又往前跑，智清说：「了不得了，眼前是河，掉下就淹死。」和尚说：「不要紧，加点劲就蹿过去了。」说着话，眼瞧到了有三四丈宽的河，真仿佛有人托着脚飞过去了。
The monk chanted as he went along, with Zhiqing and Zhijing following behind. “Can you two walk a bit faster?” said the monk. “We can,” said Zhiqing. “Are those legs yours or not?” said the monk. “Uncle,” said Zhiqing and Zhijing, “what a strange thing to say! The legs grow on our own bodies; how could they not be ours?” “I’ll drive you along,” said the monk. “Drive us how?” said Zhiqing. “I recite a spell, and you’ll walk fast,” said the monk. “Recite it, then,” they said. The monk recited the six-syllable mantra: “Om mani padme hum! Om! By command — he!” The two of them could no longer help themselves. It was as if someone were pushing them from behind; they went along as though flying and couldn’t stop. Zhiqing shouted, “Uncle, take your spell off, quick! There’s a tree ahead! If we hit it, our brains will be dashed out!” Behind them the monk shouted, “Never mind! Om! Command! By command — he! Turn, and you’ll go round it.” Sure enough, when Zhiqing and Zhijing reached the wood, one turn took them round it. On they ran. “This is terrible!” said Zhiqing. “There’s a river ahead! If we fall in, we’ll drown!” “Never mind,” said the monk. “Put a bit more into it and you’ll leap right over.” As they spoke, they came to a river three or four zhang wide, and it was just as if someone were holding up their feet: they flew across.