萬祖歸真 — Wànzǔ Guīzhēn

A collection of spirit-writing sessions compiled by Sun Zhaoxiang (孫兆祥), a Point Transmitter in Shandong Province, during the late 1930s and early 1940s. The text gathers planchette-received teachings from the ancestral founders of five world religions — Confucius, Shakyamuni Buddha, Laozi, Jesus Christ, and Muhammad — along with Guanyin, Dipankara Buddha, Guan Di, Amitabha, Lü Dongbin, and others. Each ancestor descends to the altar and, speaking through the planchette, confirms that the Dao of the One Thread (一貫道) is the true path, urging followers of every tradition to receive the transmission before the Third Period ends. The text closes with an appendix from 1948 in which Zhang Tianran (張天然), the Patriarch himself, speaks from beyond death — criticizing those who corrupt the Dao, comforting the faithful, and weeping as he departs. Organized in two volumes: Upper (ten sessions) and Lower (six sessions plus the appendix). First compiled and printed in Jinan at the Shuaizhen Altar and the Chonghua Hall.

Good Works Translation from Classical Chinese. First English translation. Gospel register.

Upper Volume

Preface

By Nanping Daoren, at the Shuaizhen Altar in Jinan, 1942

The world is awash in confusion. A hundred false paths branch in every direction. The world is vast and dark. Who can tell true from false?

What is the Dao? It is principle. It is your original nature. It is the one essential thing in a human life — you cannot be separated from it for even a moment. Yet just as things have high and low, the Dao too has true and false.

The Dao of the One Thread is the root of heaven and earth, the unchanging principle of all ages. From one root, ten thousand branches grow. Generation after generation, the transmission of the Dao lineage was passed down, hand to hand.

But after the three sages returned to heaven, the true teaching faded. The deeper it was transmitted, the darker it became, until the world's seekers lost their way entirely. The sages' moral order collapsed. The ancient rites of kings fell into disuse. Among all living beings, who can tell true from false?

Even those who aspire to the Dao — some find the source unclear, some meet iron walls and copper barriers, some simply encounter misfortune. Problems multiply, the ocean seems uncrossable, and those who start on the wrong foot can never become vessels of truth. Others cling to dead forms and attack what they call heresy, but the real harm is their own blindness. If no one shows them the path, they will drift deeper and deeper into the dark country.

Now, in the Third Period's final tribulation, heaven opens the gate of written destiny. Spirit-writing altars are established to proclaim the teaching. The lost children are warned to climb out of the bitter abyss. Let those who polish bricks hoping for mirrors wake up now. The tiny bird filling the ocean with pebbles labors forever in vain.

God looked down on his people drowning in the depths. Without the buddhas and patriarchs descending through the planchette, no one could have awakened from this dream.

And so the teaching was transmitted from the Central Heaven. The three ages shared one crossing. Ten thousand teachings were gathered equally. We stand at the junction of the Noon and the Afternoon — the era of heaven's great gathering. All the scattered paths converge on one principle. The mist breaks, and all arrive together at the Primordial.

The world's thousand gates and ten thousand teachings wage war under one roof. Unless the truth intervenes, the age of Great Harmony can never come.

Our worthy brother Zhaoxiang saw all this clearly. He gathered the spirit-writing teachings of the ancestral patriarchs from every tradition and compiled them into one volume: Ten Thousand Ancestors Return to Truth. He printed it as a compass for cultivation and a bridge for seekers — gathering ten thousand teachings into one body, transforming ten thousand nations into one family. Under the bright sun, one Dao, one wind. All within the four seas ascend together. The distant and the near become parent and child. The ways of Yao and Shun appear again in our own day.

I urge all who aspire to the Dao: take courage. This is the preface.

The Golden Patriarch Descends to Give Teachings

At the Zhangqiu altar, twenty-first day of the tenth month, Year of the Water Horse (1942). The Gu planchette.

I am the Golden Patriarch. By holy decree I descend to this altar hall. I bow before the throne and take up the brush to write this chapter of instruction.

The Dao is beyond the Dao — principle reaches the deepest mystery. True emptiness is not empty; it gives birth to all things. Push understanding to its limit and you find nothing you can name. Use "Dao" as a word for it — the wonder is unsayable.

In stillness, contemplate and understand principle thoroughly. Not a speck of dust touches the heaven of the Limitless. Supreme spirit, supreme numinosity — transformation by non-action. It embodies all things without leaving anything out, and holds all categories within itself.

From principle came energy, and from energy came form. One root, ten thousand branches — this is the source. Human life stands within the Three Powers. Our nature is given by heaven, dwelling at the Mysterious Gate. But falling into the world of form and sound, we traded away our heavenly nature. People know they have a temperament, but not where it comes from. And so they drift further and further down. The bright virtue and original nature grow dim.

Since the world declined and the true Dao faded, the ancient wind disappeared. At the end of the Zhou dynasty, the Three Teachings split apart — each established words and teachings to proclaim heaven's will. After the Buddha, Laozi, and Confucius returned to heaven, the principle hovered between darkness and light. False teachings swarmed without restraint, and the true teaching was cast into the sky's ninth heaven.

Now the Third Period arrives, and heaven sends down the Dao. The three buddhas take their positions to manage the great gathering. What was never revealed before is now revealed. Past and future are joined, and the mind-transmission continues. Holding to the center, refining the one, receiving the legacy from above. Reverence for the master, sincerity of heart — these open the Dao's source.

Three realms share one hand on the helm. All methods return to the mind-transmission. True principle threads through mountains and seas. The tricks of mere technique are not the highest way. All that has form must ultimately be released; only the formless endures.

Now the world boils like a cauldron. The danger is extreme, the urgency beyond measure. In the Eastern lands, every period of order is followed by disorder — use the Dao to transform the people, spread it across the earth. A thousand gates and ten thousand teachings — the One Thread resolves them all. Without bowing to the bright master, you will fall to the abyss.

Look at the two banks of the Yellow River — the Patriarch opens the primordial to gather all affinities. What is high and what is low will be judged in the end. One Dao, one wind — the people at peace. The side paths and false gates planted seeds of good — but all must wait until the end, when the Patriarch gathers every last one.

Wake up early — there is still time. Miss the moment, and nothing can be completed. Heaven's universal salvation has its limit. The farthest extent is not many years away. The gentleman's Dao is both manifest and hidden — how long can it stand in the world? Even now, the Dao approaches its nirvana. The remaining spirits may not all be saved. In the White Sun's age, even becoming a buddha or a patriarch will be harder.

Those with determination — wake from this southern dream. Be first to the gate and win the laurel. Forty-eight thousand are chosen through the heavenly examination. The highest merit takes the highest seat. Those who see through this early — the results are settled in these very years. The lotus-seat must be earned while you live. Once the body is discarded, cultivation is impossible.

Since ancient times, immortals and buddhas were made by human beings. Who says a mortal cannot become divine? Look through all of history — the examples are too many to count. Anyone who truly acts can achieve it.

I wish only that all people would work on heaven's behalf — heaven gathers the ten thousand teachings and returns them to the Primordial. Shelter in the Cloud City through the seven-times-seven days. When the clouds break, the White Sun shines. Five winds, ten rains — the harmony of Great Peace. The phoenix and the unicorn appear. Yao and Shun again.

Weapons stored, no bandits. Then you will see with your own eyes. The gods and humans will meet, and the day will come. At the Dragon-Flower Assembly, merit is rewarded. Everything in good order, nothing in disarray.

In simple words, I have written this passage to show what is in the Patriarch's heart.

I bow, take my leave, and return to the Garden of Principle.

The Holy Ancient Buddha Descends at the Shuaizhen Altar to Guide the Followers to Return to the One Thread

Twenty-third evening of the tenth month, Year of the Water Horse (1942). The Gu planchette.

I am the Ancient Buddha of the Southern Sea. By imperial decree I descend to this altar. After paying respects to heaven, I speak to the assembly. I will reveal one passage of wondrous mystery.

The mountains are bright and the waters beautiful on this deep winter night, but the great dream of the southern chamber grows heavier still. At the third watch, the lamps burn for universal salvation — now is the time when the destined ones reach the boat of mercy.

The autumn gold wind stirs. At the winter solstice, the yang is reborn and the air grows warm. Thunder shakes the sleeping dragon awake. The true immortals sit in the bamboo grove without speaking.

I remember the moonlit night when the lute played and exhausted every note of human grief. Who will hear the music of the high mountains and flowing water? I sit through the night and wait for dawn.

The golden bird illuminates the world. The precious raft slips its moorings to ferry the lost across. Those with the affinity will encounter the Buddha's appearance in the world. Those without foundations will sink into the depths.

The Third Period meets the end of its era. The three buddhas received their commands and descended to transform the original people. Vast, vast is God's virtue — deep as heaven, bright as the sun, boundless as the sea. A single leaf of the mercy-boat is set upon the bitter sea, calling out urgently, searching for those who hear.

By heaven's imperial commission, the examination opens. The bright master whose name is Bow-and-Long transmits the highest truth. But the world's false paths fill every eye. Where can you find the true one when the forest is so thick?

The world is vast and dark — no true principle anywhere. People repeat what others say. Confusion upon confusion.

I, the Buddha, hold compassion as my nature. I save the suffering — Guanyin who hears the cries of the world. Wherever there is a cry, I hear it. Wherever there is need, I come. I rescue the faithful and deliver them from the tribulation's wind.

Once I set a teaching and saved many — good, but it was not the highest way. I led people to the road of awakening and waited for the White Sun's final spring.

The true master, the only one, bears the name Tianran. He transmits the mind-method and walks on purple clouds. In former days I established my teaching to plant the seeds of good. The story of the gourd had its reason. Ritual is really principle, but people did not understand. In those times the true method was half-hidden, half-revealed — opening and closing, subtle beyond measure. The lost ones never penetrated the truth within.

To save the world I came to the Eastern lands. I have taken fifty-seven incarnations — some succeeded, some failed, as principle determined. Hidden and then revealed again, the world has never heard the full account.

In the Western Heaven, nine hundred and sixty million buddha-natures all fell into confusion in the Eastern grove. Trapped in one corner, unable to escape the bitter cycle — this is why I, the Buddha, roused my compassion. With complete devotion I transformed the lost ones. People call me the Guanyin who sits facing backward. Why? Because the world's dream is still so deep. If I do not ring the morning bell to wake them, who else is there?

Now we have entered the era of the final tribulation. This is the perfect time to escape the bitter sea. From the formed into the formless — the day of heaven's gathering. Ten thousand teachings return together to one root.

The heavenly order, the Dao order, the tribulation — the three buddhas hold the balance among them. The wise should know the signs of the times. Each era has its mechanism — understand the difference. The Dao of heaven and the Dao of humanity are one body, but the human heart and the Dao-heart are not equal.

I urge those who are determined: be first to the purple throne. Do not wait until the cliff's edge to rein in the horse — it will be too late. The bird filling the ocean wastes its heart for nothing.

Since ancient times there have been a thousand roads, but principle has only true and false. The clear-eyed take one step and stand beyond heaven. The confused ones stumble into the wrong fork and sink into the abyss.

Right now, true and false are almost ready to be judged. The Great Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals is approaching. A thousand gates and ten thousand teachings all claim to be good. When the time comes, the true and the false will sort themselves.

This is not reckless talk from the Buddha. These are honest words, not mad ravings. Worthy ones — do not waste the precious day. Prize your minutes more than jade. Forget food in your fervor to cultivate the One Thread. Sleep on a bent arm and feel content. Hang from a beam, prick your thigh — study the highest principle. Read with your ox's horns — this is what makes a true sage.

The great Dao must be understood through patient contemplation. When the breakthrough comes, the original spirit appears. Everyone can become a diamond body. Yao and Shun were made of the same substance as all of you.

Those who act with determination become great vessels. When you truly understand, the gods silently bow. I beg my followers: read this instruction, awaken, and do not slacken your hearts.

Heaven's time for the great gathering is running short. Do not make your Buddha carry this burden in his chest. Quickly seek the bright master, who will point open the Mysterious Gate — the doorway of the dark female, the root of heaven and earth. The true Dharma eye must be penetrated. The true person is not far — it is in your own body. One point at the center, a seamless lock. The ancient mirror polished bright, the dust clears of itself. Rise into the sky, realize the diamond awakening. One labor, and forever after — the eternal spring of joy. Do not betray these words of warning. Every character is gold and stone — engrave them on your heart.

I have nothing more to add.

(Point Transmitter Sun Zhaoxiang asked: When the Ancient Buddha came to save Patriarch Yang, she appeared as a woman and sheltered from rain in his cave. Yang feared the impropriety of a man and woman together and left at dawn. The Buddha said, "Wait — turn and see who I am." Yang turned and saw Guanyin revealed. He knelt and begged for mercy. Because his heart was sincere, she transmitted the mind-method and the Mysterious Gate, granting him liberation. She instructed Yang not to transmit further, but to wait for the Third Period's great gathering and seek the One Thread. Meanwhile he should spread her name to plant good seeds. Is this account true?)

What you say is indeed true. Examine the records of every generation and you will see for yourself. I hope you will continue my mission and build merit by spreading the teaching on my behalf. I entrust everything to you worthy ones. In time, you will ascend to the nine highest ranks.

Confucius Speaks on His Birthday

Twenty-seventh day of the eighth month, Year of the Metal Serpent (1941). Confucius's birthday.

We, the Four Correlates and the Ten Philosophers, follow the Master's carriage from the blue emptiness. We pay our respects to the throne. We will not speak further.

I am the Supremely Holy King of Literary Proclamation — Confucius. By imperial edict I come to the ancient East. I bow before heaven and take up the brush. My instruction follows.

All the worthies gather together at the altar. On my birthday they receive the gift of connection. The seeds planted three thousand years ago bear fruit today — now we can speak freely at last.

This is determined by human destiny, but it is also heaven's doing. At the end of the age, heaven collapses and the world sinks beyond description. False teachings and crooked practices corrupt the true teaching. The Three Teachings all lose their original transmission at the same time. Deeper and deeper they fall, more and more they change — until they produce the unprecedented great tribulation. Grand cities become scorched earth. The heart breaks at what the eyes must see.

Yet the people of the world know nothing. They are all still sleeping in the great dream.

The Dao is restored in the Third Period. First it saves the lands of the East, then transforms the Central Plains. How fortunate that the worthy ones of my home country have all received the true Dao and boarded the dharma-boat! The suffering of my travels through the kingdoms long ago was not in vain — the seeds planted then bear fruit today. Worthy ones, help the Bow-and-Long Patriarch in this work. Unite your hearts, hold firm your determination.

To honor the ancestors and serve the future is no small matter. Pursue it to the end — your good name will endure. Your name recorded in the annals for one hundred and eight thousand years. Your virtue paired with the sun and moon, threading heaven and earth.

Fame and wealth always end. When your allotment runs out, you return to the cycle. Only if you hold fast to this good Dao will you never be destroyed, never fade, for eternity.

Heaven and earth may end and begin again, but principle does not change. Phenomena may shift and rotate, but principle does not move. You must set your determination and endure with bitter effort. Do not fear the trials and the testing spirits.

I myself endured the siege at Chen and Cai. They felled trees to block my path, they erased my tracks — but my resolve never wavered. The nature given by heaven must be made firm. What does this body of flesh matter?

When they come with evil, meet them with good. The soft overcomes the hard — this is the natural way. The true Dao has always been rare among people. Once you have it, you must hold it with sincerity and devotion.

In the ancient days, cultivation came before the pointing. Dawn to dusk, night after night — exhausting the heart. Without great virtue and true goodness, you could never receive the transmission of the dark female.

Count the sages of history on your fingers — every one of them tasted bitterness before sweetness. The Three-Period mind-transmission has been entrusted to you. Take up the great work now.

Rouse your strength — be chosen as pillars and beams. Help the Patriarch complete the great gathering. I am grateful that you celebrate my birthday today. Your sincerity warms my heart.

I write to this point and will not pass judgment. I bid farewell to you worthy ones and return to the blue heaven.

Shakyamuni Buddha Instructs the Assembly After They Receive the Dao

Twelfth day of the second month, Year of the Metal Serpent (1941). The Lihua Altar.

I am Shakyamuni Buddha. By decree I come to the Eastern lands. I enter the Buddha Hall and bow before heaven. Then I write this instruction for you, the worthy assembly.

A thousand gates and ten thousand teachings — one source only. One principle threading through all — contemplate it carefully. Now the One Thread bears heaven's mandate. All together, seek the Dao; the Mysterious Gate is pointed open.

"One" — this is the true principle. Ten thousand teachings returning to one — this is the true explanation. If you can penetrate the meaning of this single character, one step carries you beyond and home to the Primordial.

First: one, because the human being is chief among the ten thousand things. One point of spirit-light, originally complete and round. When you receive the master's pointing, the thatched roof breaks open and the one mystery is clear.

But the people of the world do not know the true principle of one. In the sea of greed, anger, and delusion, they do not know to turn back toward the one root. They watch only for fame and profit with a one-track mind.

Better to cultivate the great Dao with one heart! Thread one principle through the three thousand worlds. One person who receives the Dao — nine generations of ancestors rejoice. One step and you stand beyond the highest heaven.

With one heart, strive to achieve the Dao! No one is saved by private goodness alone. If one person can transform the multitude, together we board the other shore and return as one.

Return as one to recognize the Eternal Mother. The spirit-light was originally one body. But in confusion it was forgotten — one fall into the bitter sea, and you can never turn back.

Now you have this one rare chance. It cannot come twice in one world-age. This one time — receive it, and you are safe forever.

The Dao is true, principle is true, and one is the root. "Threading all with one" — the mystery within the Dao. Embrace the origin, hold the one — the fruit is wondrous. "All methods return to one" — the Buddha's own words.

"Holding the center, threading the one" — the sage Confucius's words. One encompasses heaven and wraps the earth — it contains everything. Penetrate this single character and its mystery is beyond wonder. It surpasses reading ten thousand volumes.

Scripture is a path, and one is its body. Root of tree, source of water — one root, whole and complete. I myself was originally one buddha-nature from the Western Heaven, fallen into the red dust for one lifetime.

Fortunately, with one heart I left home to practice. One heart, one virtue, searching for my heavenly nature. One pointing — I became the Buddha, radiant for a thousand leagues. The golden body of sixteen feet — seen once in a world-age.

One lifetime of bitter toil, ten thousand lifetimes of joy. A carefree immortal for all eternity! I had no desire to come again to the Eastern lands — weary of this world's tangled mystery.

But today, by the Emperor's decree, I seize this chance to speak briefly. I urge you: follow my example of one-pointed mind. One mind like this — the most peaceful and serene.

I was once the crown prince of a kingdom. Even that I was able to throw away with one hand. A thousand hardships, ten thousand sufferings — I accepted them one by one. Without meeting the bright master, one cannot speak of it.

You have not left behind fame and profit — that single seed of greed still in your heart's field. Look through the Dao — see it with single clarity. Value the holy, lighten the worldly — hold your one determination firm.

Three lifetimes of fortune brought you to this meeting with the Dao. How can you waste this one rare connection? Time flies past in the blink of one eye. To seek a second pointing — harder than hard.

If you betray heaven's one-hearted effort to transform you, if you break the great vow — one debt that cannot be repaid. In time you will understand the principle of one. The One Thread is the root and source.

Ten thousand teachings share one root — hurry forward! Be first to plant the banner of one. Be the standard for all — one measure, one rule. Plant the pole, the shadow appears — one heart before you.

One speech cannot exhaust it all. Assembly, unite your one heart and support the dharma-altar. Transform one into a hundred, a thousand — the merit is immeasurable. With one heart, support the Dao, and the light falls upon you.

I take my leave. One character of mystery. One step up the clouds, and I return to the Western Heaven.

Laozi, the Celestial Worthy of the Dao and Its Virtue, Instructs the Assembly

Sixteenth day of the intercalary sixth month, Year of the Metal Serpent (1941). At the request of Point Transmitter Sun Zhaoxiang.

I am the Celestial Worthy of the Dao and Its Virtue. By imperial decree I come to this altar. I pay my respects to the Mother and speak these honest words. Assembly — calm your hearts, stand in reverence, and do not make noise.

Each person has both nature and life complete. Heaven's gift — the true master, the original source. Cultivate the vast, righteous breath. Let it fill the six directions without limit.

Small beyond all smallness — only the subtle. Threading heaven and earth — all contained. When a person is born and receives a nature, it is originally one luminous whole. The essences of the two fives form the body. Only when the three fives are complete is the nature made whole.

The Three Teachings all speak of the One Thread. Different names, same meaning — all the same. "Embracing the origin, holding the one" — the Daoist teaching. "Holding the center, refining the one" — the Confucian words. "All methods return to one" — the Buddhist phrase. All of them are the mind-transmission of the One Thread.

The Dao has no form and no image. Anything with form is not the true transmission. The true method is genuinely given, not empty. The great Dao of the Limitless is wondrous and profound.

Preserve the heart and nourish the nature — know the root. What comes first and what comes after — the Dao is there. One who knows root and branch is a worthy person. One who sees through to the true principle is a divine immortal.

The single character's mystery is inexhaustible — it can fill the earth and wrap the sky. There is principle, there is energy, there is form. Upper, middle, and lower — three ranks.

The upper rank is non-action — this is the Dao. The middle rank is seated meditation. The lower rank is chanting and drumming. First understand the mechanism of the three ranks.

Confucius's Dao was the One Thread. Heaven's mandate, the rate of nature — this is the origin. The Diamond Sutra's "Thus have I heard." The Dao De Jing's five thousand words. The centered, harmonious, great Dao is fair — it can hold all good, all things. Open in all directions — only principle. Encompassing all forms — the circle of emptiness.

The Dao is the supreme principle of the Limitless. It can save nature and life, returning them to heaven. The lower rank plants blessings and cultivates goodness — but that only sweetens the next life. To transcend birth and death is harder to learn. Those who achieve it can hope for sagehood.

Confucius traveled the kingdoms and took three thousand disciples. Only seventy-two became worthy. Of those, only four received the Dao. Zigong often lamented how difficult it was to attain the master's teaching on nature and the Dao.

For an ordinary person to receive the Dao — it is like climbing to heaven. The Dao is in every person's body, but those who see it are truly few.

Now the true Dao is spread among the common people. Going door to door, searching house to house. The heavenly, true buddha-children with the affinity — the mind-method of the Three Teachings is transmitted to them.

It all depends on your own calculation. The non-dual dharma-gate has appeared in the world. It is not far — it is right before your eyes. But until you enter, you cannot understand. Each Dao is different, but this one is not ordinary.

The Dao that just means eating and wearing clothes — that is not the transmission of the One Thread. True emptiness and wondrous existence, genuinely given. It does not cheat people of their money. Money blocks the road. The only fear is that wicked men enter.

In everything, investigate the deepest principle. Know the reason behind the mystery. The natural, the empty, the wondrous. The one transmission, refined and pure. Yao and Shun transmitted the mind-method — it was always the One Thread's transmission. "Hear the Dao in the morning, die content in the evening" — it is nothing other than the principle of true emptiness.

Enter the hall and the inner chamber — understand clearly. Your heavenly nature, the rate of the Dao, the Mysterious Gate. The fetters of emotion and the chains of love — sweep them away and be free. The seven emotions and six desires cloud the nature. How can you return to the origin?

In this life, the great fortune of receiving the Dao — do not enter the treasure mountain and leave empty-handed. Practice merit, perform good deeds, and teach others. When the time comes, you will see the Mother's face.

These matters I tell to those who have the affinity. The true Dao — the One Thread comes first. The Great Learning, the Doctrine of the Mean — true principle. The origin of all the thousands of scriptures and canons. Never take this lightly. The pulse connects, the thread continues, flowing on.

I turn the brush and speak again to the assembly. Receiving the Dao in this life is no ordinary thing. The Three Treasures — the heart-seal, the mouth-instruction, the hand-sign — these can free you from the eighty-one tribulations. The proof of transcending the ordinary and entering the holy. Never treat them lightly. The ancient secret of the Primordial. Look at it — no form, the circle of emptiness. Remember the Three Treasures and press forward. You can become a buddha, a patriarch, an immortal.

Today's rare connection is not small. Having found the affinity, do not lose it again. Strive forward with effort and determination. Fight to take the highest place. In this life you have the great fortune of receiving the Dao. Contemplate the mystery of bright virtue. Spread the outer work of renewing the people. Let the roots grow deep and the leaves flourish by the thousands.

The great Dao depends entirely on human effort. Do not stand to one side and refuse to move. This is the hour of the good meeting. When you return to the void with empty hands — how can you face the Mother? How can you take your place among the immortals?

The time to build merit is now. One heart, one virtue — this comes first. Since ancient times, becoming a buddha or patriarch has depended entirely on your own heart's field.

Today I descend through the planchette to give this instruction — in order to save those who have the affinity. A thousand words, ten thousand phrases, all to tell you. Do not treat them as wind passing your ears. The One Thread is the Dao of Heaven. The only dharma-boat in the Eastern lands. I will not write more.

Follow this instruction, press forward, and contemplate.

Jesus Christ Speaks on Christmas Day

The fourth day of the eleventh month, Year of the Earth Tiger (1938) — the twenty-fifth of December.

I am Jesus Christ. By decree of the Lord I come to the Eastern garden. I pay my respects to God and address you, the assembly. Let me speak frankly.

Heaven and hell — blessing and disaster are two different paths. I left behind a clear teaching of the good Dao, but no one has received its true transmission. Those who expound it make flowers rain from the sky, but when you look closely, they do not understand the root. Hymns of praise rise to God, but your mouths recite while your hearts wander — this betrays heaven. Even if you memorize the scriptures front to back, not a single word of yours leads to transcendence.

I sigh over you, my lost children — you rely entirely on begging God and leaning on heaven. God is indeed almighty, but he helps only the good and worthy. Heaven's mandate has shifted, the human order has changed. Each era has its mechanism and its boat. I have said all I can about the good Dao. I have saved the fields of the human heart. The transmission was passed from mouth to heart — but the wrong time, it could not be spoken.

Now ten thousand teachings return to the One Thread. I too have left heaven to help. I watch the end of the world approaching. My followers are confused — their natures more clouded than ever.

Born and dying — from where do you return? I bore your sins — but for what purpose? I left the cross standing, but the faithful treat it as nothing. I do not wish to see you all destroyed together. Now the bamboo brush speaks words of truth.

Your sins are truly beyond counting. To rely on me alone to save you — that is too much to ask. When your conduct violates principle, atonement is not granted by heaven. Wake up in time! Turn around — the road is level. My lambs have lost their way. I have come to lead you forward.

See clearly the signs of the times. Do not linger. Hell and heaven — one thought between them.

Today is my birthday — a blessing not easily won. But have you truly embodied my teaching? Has your conscience appeared? You recite the words and forget the taste — you have lost the very purpose of salvation. You go your separate ways and become lost dogs without a home. The great dream goes on and on, and no one wakes.

You know only to rely on me — truly, it is too much. Pray with sincerity and heaven will give unexpected grace. But you cannot delay any longer. At any moment, everything may change. Those who cling to old forms will be finished.

The world is vast, the false roads many. Only those who understand the signs of the times have the rare affinity. The Great Harmony of all nations will appear before long. Without seeking the One Thread, you cannot return to heaven. The teachers of every tradition on earth — all return to the true transmission. How much more should you, my powerless lost children, turn around and board the boat.

The vast and bitter sea swallows the many who are lost. Those who have received the Dao — spread it far and wide.

I sigh that the good hour has not yet come and the confused ones cannot turn their heads. I fear that when heaven overturns and earth collapses, all will perish together. Those who cannot enter heaven will become the fallen.

Today, you who gather for this meeting — you are truly not ordinary. I watch the birthday celebrations and they look like madness. Outwardly joyful, inwardly sorrowful — hard to look upon.

God's intention was universal love. I beg you, lost children — listen to my honest words. This is a revelation of heaven's secret. Ordinary confused ones could never have seen it. But now the tide of desire runs so high that it has buried so many worthy souls. God sends the Dao to rescue the lost children. I too have been decreed to proclaim on heaven's behalf.

Three thousand years of secret — now even the common person receives it. This is truly the rarest fortune of three lifetimes. Treasure it. Take the lead. I beg you, faithful ones with this affinity — hold this Dao and do not waver.

I know my followers. I call from the heights — you should be the first to answer. I have no other words. Where the truth is most refined, it can only be received in silence.

What is there to fear from the great tribulation? Abide always in your own radiant, luminous spirit. I will not say more. I urge you, lost children — the rest is up to you. Walk the bright and great road. The path to heaven is unexpectedly level.

I bid farewell to God and rest. When the occasion comes again, we will meet.

The Prophet Muhammad Instructs the Muslim Convert Han Xitong After He Receives the Dao

Sixth day of the first month, Year of the Earth Rabbit (1939).

I am the Prophet Muhammad, founder of Islam. By decree of the Sovereign I descend to this altar. I enter the room and pay my respects. Assembly — steady your spirits. I am your honored guest. Listen to the truth.

The true principle of the universe is boundless. The sages appeared in the world to uphold heaven's law. They established the ultimate standard and transformed the fallen customs. Five teachings arose together, each carried to its extreme.

Though the teachings differ, the principle is one — the same in substance. Islam's tradition spans seven thousand years. But by the eighteenth century, the true transmission was lost.

Our founder was Adam. Islam's original name is "surrender." Adam built great merit — the first sage to rule the world. Noah rose after him, and Abraham continued the transmission. In the Xia dynasty, Moses appeared. In the Shang, David. In the Zhou, Jesus — and after Jesus's death, the Dao lineage was complete.

False teachings and strange doctrines ran wild. For six hundred years, the world was overturned. The True Lord commanded me to appear in my time.

I was young and knew hardship. Abdullah was my father, but he died early. At six, my mother Amina also left the mortal world. My grandfather Abu Muttalib raised me, but within two years he too was gone. My uncle Abu Talib cared for me — his kindness was like a mountain.

I came to Mecca and became a merchant, working as a hired hand for a wealthy widow for twenty-five years. I married Khadija. I dwelt in solitude, contemplating the mystery in silence.

At forty I received the command of God — just as Confucius accepted the mandate of heaven at fifty. The angel revealed the scripture through sacrifice. I had no rest — I traveled to transform the world.

The people of Mecca rejected heaven's command. The True Lord ordered me to migrate. In Medina the affinity was deep — converts gathered like sails unfurling. After that I conquered Syria, leading the charge myself. The great Dao is impartial — it judges between right and wrong. In crisis and in peace, all looked to me.

The five pillars of human duty: declaration, prayer, fasting, charity, and pilgrimage. The five pillars of heavenly duty — contemplate them through the Quran. Wooden idols and divine images are all puppets. The claim that Jesus redeemed sins through substitution is empty talk.

Unclean things should be avoided, as principle demands. The Halal path is bright and clear. Urge people to do good and receive the Lord's blessing. Forbid evil and earn the Lord's joy.

In the year 632, I died at the age of sixty-three. Now in the Third Period, the True Lord turns the heavenly order. Those who read the signs of the times are the truly worthy. The bright master in the Eastern lands, whose name is Bow-and-Long, bears the heavenly mandate. The great work of the three realms rests on one person's shoulders.

I have descended to this altar and written instructions, but my followers cling to the old ways and do not heed my words. My disciple Xitong has sought the true Dao. The Three Treasures — the heavenly secret — the heart-seal of mystery. From today forward, this fulfills the intention of our ancestor. The register of the faithful is now fully inscribed.

Clinging to old forms is not the mark of a hero. Spread the Dao, carry it forward — return in devotion to the truth. Rectify the heart, rectify the foundation — the true self becomes clear with one pointing. Contemplate deeply, and one day it breaks through — transcending the ordinary and entering the holy is a single step away.

My followers — if you can settle your own path today, then save others too, and press forward without hesitation. The world of Great Harmony, light blazing — in the White Sun age, we all ride together in the heaven of Yao and Shun.

The principle is far-reaching, the path is near. Follow it and advance. To cling to error and turn your back on heaven is the work of a fool.

Tribulations are rising on every side — each of you, wake up! Do not stand waiting by the stump for another rabbit.

I write these few words, and I ask you to remember them. I take my leave and return to the Garden of Joy.

Dipankara Buddha Instructs the Followers of the Tongshan Society

Fifth day of the sixth month, Year of the Earth Rabbit (1939).

I am Dipankara, the Ancient Buddha. I have come to instruct you, the assembly. I enter the Buddha Hall and pay my respects to heaven. Then I write.

The world's customs are ruined, and human bonds are swept away. Three disasters and eight difficulties press in, one after another. How many faithful ones fail to understand the truth — they fall into the bitter sea and spin through the six paths of rebirth.

They do not know that heaven's mandate has already shifted. They cling to their confusion and willingly sink. How pitiful — so many heroes, their blood staining the blade's edge, returning through the gate of the underworld.

The Dao of heaven appeared in response to the times, the precious raft universally ferrying and pointing the way across the ford. Nine hundred and sixty million original souls — all rescued by one hand. The Ancient Buddha Maitreya's vow is profound.

The great work of the three heavens is the gathering. Ji Gong, your teacher, bears his share of the task. He descended into the world disguised as the Bow-and-Long Patriarch — his name is Tianran, the one who steers the vessel.

The three buddhas who govern the world — you should know them. The first, the Ancient Buddha, came to the world first. The second, Shakyamuni, governed the Red Sun age. The third, Maitreya, governs the Third Period's spring. Each era has its mechanism — who can understand it all? Heaven's mandate shifts, and the Third Period arrives.

The three realms are universally saved. The Bow-and-Long holds the helm. Gods and humans alike bow before the Limitless.

At this meeting, the Dao of heaven appears. The One Thread's true transmission ferries the original people. One who attains this "one" first becomes great. One who threads this greatness is a true person. The mandate of heaven, this one — it is your true self. Follow your nature and understand this one — you become a sage, a god.

This one belongs to everyone, but the people of the world do not know where to seek it. One pointing — you rise beyond the three realms. Why sit in bitter meditation chanting scriptures?

I urge you: follow this instruction and seek the One Thread. Find the bright master and let him point open the Valley Spirit. Build merit, practice virtue, transform others on heaven's behalf. When the work is complete, the fragrance endures for ten thousand ages.

But I grieve that you cling so stubbornly. Within the Tongshan Society you hold sincere hearts — but your illness I know well. Your vows weigh heavily, making it hard to leave. And you have not yet asked the Ancient Buddha for guidance — so you hesitate and delay.

Look at my disciple Zhongquan. He asked Patriarch Lü for guidance and heard the truth. Patriarch Lü made it clear — he will carry the burden of the old vow himself. Seek the One Thread.

I ask you today: do you have anything to say? I, the Patriarch, will instruct you — follow and obey.

(Yang Zhongquan asked: We burn merit-paper and spirit-treasures for our deceased mother to seek her liberation. Does this reach her?)

Those in the Court of Principle have no need for such things. There is no such affair in that realm. If you cultivate the Dao sincerely, your mother too can reach the highest. The Mother will naturally show compassion to you — one level after another. But you must understand the difference between true and false. Recognize the truth quickly.

Hurry — run forward and awaken. I will say no more. I bid farewell and return to the carefree ford of the Limitless.

Guan Di Instructs the Followers of the Golden Elixir Dao

Nineteenth day of the intercalary sixth month, Year of the Metal Serpent (1941). Followers of the Golden Elixir Dao — Zhao Maoyun, Zhao Yubao, Zhao Tianmin, and others — make a silent request.

Three bright, four dark — the heavenly order turns. West-dry, East-quake — the order is now changed. The Chonghua Hall bears the mandate to manage the gathering. The Patriarch who steers the vessel is Zhang Tianran.

I am Guan, the Jade Emperor of the Central Heaven. By heaven's command I travel freely and arrive at this altar. I pay my respects to the holy throne. I meet the worthy assembly. To cultivate our heavenly Dao — this requires both portion and affinity.

The Three Teachings share one principle and order the cosmos. Ten thousand branches return to one — the great dharma-gate. To cultivate the Dao you must understand the Three Periods. The heavenly Dao is spread universally across the red dust.

How pitiful — those who cling to confusion and will not awaken. A frog in a well, watching the sky through a circle. The summer insect cannot know winter's cold. The well-frog cannot count the stars. Those whose vision reaches far are the truly worthy. Those who cling to confusion fall and sink. Recognize the true principle and press forward — this marks the good roots of a former life.

Honor the teacher, value the Dao — this is only right. The wrong fork and the crooked path — how can they compare to the true? Each of you should awaken to the principle of the Limitless. True and false will sort themselves clearly.

Do not hesitate with an undecided heart — miss this rare chance and you will never hear it again.

Since ancient times, the great Dao was never lightly revealed. The world's seekers search in confusion. Where is the principle of nature and the mind-method? Under the twin trees — awaken to the original truth. But the confused ones do not understand. All day they practice breathing and energy-cultivation in error.

Most of them mistake energy for principle. They do not know how vast the difference is. There is an innate, primordial nature in every human body. Why search elsewhere and waste your spirit?

Heaven's mandate has secretly shifted to the Bow-and-Long Patriarch. The false paths and side gates cannot recognize the truth. The Dao called "One Thread" appears in its time. All methods return to the truth of the Limitless.

When all under heaven celebrate and the world is set right — then you will see what the great Dao truly means. One step — you rise beyond the three realms. Why endure bitter practice and exhaust the body of flesh?

The road of right and wrong — you choose which to walk. The bright, level way — seek it quickly. Penetrate the real and the false, the empty and the solid. Ten thousand teachings return together to one root.

I write these few words. I bid farewell and return. Each of you — awaken to the highest principle and pursue the Dao.

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Fuyang Emperor Zhao Instructs the Assembly After They Receive the Dao

I am Fuyang Emperor Zhao. By imperial decree I leave my immortal island. I set foot on the purple clouds and travel with perfect ease. I arrive at the Eastern lands, pay my respects, and take up the brush to make this instruction known.

The Three Teachings are three petals of one lotus. Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism — principle comes first. In the beginning, the Primordial Patriarch Hongjun divided the Three Teachings. The opening of heaven and earth — the Dao came first.

Through the cycles of the Zi, Chou, and Yin — the three powers arose. The great virtue of bright illumination spread through the three thousand worlds. One cycle returns, and the mystery is hidden within. The Eight Trigrams — one stroke of heaven.

The Five Emperors and Three Sovereigns — the Dao shone brightly. Kings and lords received the wondrous mystery. From ancient times to the present, count carefully — the transmission was always single and solitary, never given to more than one.

When the Dao of the kingdoms fell into chaos, Laozi transmitted to Confucius at the foot of Mount Baiqi. Confucius transmitted to Yan Hui, Zengzi, Zisi, and Mencius — then at the Goose Lake, the fragrant thread of Zhu Xi was broken. In the Tang dynasty, the monk Xuanzang received the wondrous meaning. The southern branch gained the Eight Immortals. Now in the Third Period, the Red Sun sets. The great Dao was buried for thousands of years.

Bodhidharma brought the western meaning. The Second Patriarch Shenguang boarded the cloud-ship. Generation after generation, the transmission reached the eighteenth — the Bow-and-Long Patriarch now bears the great responsibility.

In these times, ten thousand teachings appear at once. Each boasts and competes, claiming to be first. I established the Guiyi — who does not know? I too received heaven's mandate and descended. I planted the seeds of goodness and established the Buddha-affinity. I only waited for the Dao of heaven to call me aboard the boat.

Now the boat of mercy docks at the shore. But my followers linger and are reluctant to leave.

You good ones — strive harder! Do not sink into the abyss. Faithful ones, remember my words well.

I take my leave, stop the planchette, and return. Rest, then contemplate this instruction. Do not set it aside and forget.

The Fuyang Great Immortal Arrives at the Altar

Fourteenth day of the fourth month, Year of the Metal Dragon (1940). At the request of Man Jinxiu.

(First, a celestial escort introduces the immortal and brings him to the altar.)

I am the Fuyang Immortal. By decree, I follow the celestial guide to this altar. I pay my respects to God and to the teacher and his wife. I meet my guiding master. Joy beyond measure. I offer a few words — this is our first meeting.

The round canopy of blue sky covers all things. Between heaven and humanity — yin and yang in every space. The foolish worry and fret. The wise understand and are at peace.

The body of an immortal is different from a human's, but when you trace it back, the root is the same. One thought of wisdom proves the immortal fruit — why labor in caves, sitting in closed meditation?

What rare fortune — to be alive in the Third Period. What an extraordinary affinity! This meeting is not easily come by. God planned it naturally.

The human and the heavenly should share one original body. No more spinning through the six paths of rebirth. The two characters "One Thread" — this principle is refined and wondrous. The method of non-action — how can words contain it?

Who would have thought that an immortal of a thousand years was still gazing at clouds and water in a mirror? In the old days I discussed the esoteric and debated the mysterious — but I had not opened the single aperture. The difference was the distance between heaven and the abyss.

I knew only that the great energy of heaven and earth was the master. I did not know that within the energy, principle is more profound still. Principle resides in energy without being mixed with energy. Principle transcends energy and stands alone in peace.

Energy has movement and stillness, beginning and end, first and last. All things depend on energy, yet all things perish, and energy perishes too. Although it comes and goes without a trace, you can observe the quality of energy. But all forms are ultimately illusory. Energy is like clouds and water — no different.

In the old days, my companions in the Dao went their own ways, dissolving into heaven and earth. I too once sought out suffering to save it. I too once established a teaching to rescue the world. But who knew that I myself still harbored suffering? Who knew that the danger of the six paths still encircled me?

Suffering, its cause, its cessation, the path — the Four Noble Truths I understood. The twelve links of dependent origination all pull on each other. But even if you understand worldly truth, the methods of gods and humans are still not the highest mystery.

Now, with one pointing at the root of heaven and earth, I see through to every practice at once. From today I know that within the earth there is principle. And beyond heaven — there is another heaven.

The immortal's pavilions — reflections of the moon in water. Roaming, dwelling as a guest — never truly at rest. The Isles of Penglai — illusory islands. For a thousand years, this was all I knew.

I established teachings for others but had not saved myself. I only discussed yin and yang — cultivating the post-heaven. Refine the elixir through nine turns and fly to the heavenly realm — but this is nothing more than an energy-immortal, roaming freely. How is this the eternal joy of the Limitless? It lasts only as long as heaven and earth last, and ends when they end.

Foolish disciples, stop dreaming! Everything with deliberate action belongs to the post-heaven. The sages practiced non-action — therefore their energy was extinguished. Deliberate action arises from the same place as dreams.

Since my tradition converted to the One Thread, my disciples have been confused and rudderless. Their "merit" was deliberate and attached. Their debts — who can truly clear them? They pushed forward without reflecting, growing darker day by day, the standards of the Dao slipping. Some among them exploited the position — fishing for fame and fishing for profit, accumulating transgression. Leading without clarity, they misled others and themselves — and heaven punished them. This caused my heart great pain. I myself had not been freed from suffering.

But then — unexpectedly — one of my own disciples became the guiding master who led me forward! He ferried me from the realm of energy into the realm of principle. This debt of kindness I must repay.

I think of my foolish Guiyi followers. They have strayed from the standards, and my heart aches. Now I enter the One Thread and the true principle is revealed. Clinging stubbornly to the old — that only harms the innocent and the simple.

The guiding master saved me; now I will help him. In the future there are greater wonders still. I will appear in person to teach the confused ones. When all return to one — my heart will be at peace.

A word spoken in the Buddha hall becomes a vow. Break the vow, and heaven punishes. In the future I will deploy subtle plans — but they must follow the human way and answer to heaven. If you stubbornly resist heaven's will, I fear our hearts will not align. Worthy ones — when the testing is done, the road clears. The reversals will end in their own time.

It was not easy for the guiding master to save me. And for me to save my followers — that too is not easy. But they have the affinity and heaven's favor. I will use my methods to save them, one by one.

Guiding master, first be steady. Do not let gossip cause trouble. In the future I will handle everything myself. Why should humans struggle against heaven?

Guiding master — hold your resolve firm. I, the immortal, will follow your lead and serve. One day we will celebrate the great reunion together. Ten thousand branches, one root — the true transmission shines.

During this testing period, be cautious in all things. Better few words than careless ones.

(Then Jesus Christ appeared a second time:)

I am Jesus Christ. By the Lord's command I come to this altar to speak briefly. I will lead the lost ones further.

Teaching and the Dao are not really different — penetrate both deeply and you see the whole. Throughout history, people recite the scriptures of the sages, but who among them has received the single true transmission from hand to hand?

"Follow your nature — this is the Dao." What does the horizontal bar of the cross truly mean? You must hold the child in your arms and face God. Men and women, the four seas — all connected.

Loving each other, caring for each other — this is the heavenly nature. No separation of you and me — this is the true relation. But teaching and the Dao are still far apart. Without the Dao, how can teaching alone carry you to heaven?

My brightest followers understood early — they should have sought the true transmission of their own accord. The mouth speaks, and that is teaching. But my Dao too cannot accompany God forever without the One Thread.

To ascend to the heavenly realm — cross the pāramitā and return. Plant blessings on the shore of bodhi. Never cling stubbornly to the wrong fork. One step more into the abyss — too deep to return.

Wake up early — heaven's gate is open. Receive the pointing, seek the transmission — board the dharma-boat. My teaching belongs entirely within the One Thread's care. Do not say that Christ is a separate tradition.

If you can truly hold the faith and constantly recite, then you receive the supreme, true, and wondrous way. If you refuse to turn your head at this hour, when will you ever return to the family home?

Even my own teaching's purpose — the One Thread contains it all. Seek cultivation quickly and the fruit will ripen. Merit and virtue alike lead to the lotus-rank. Help heaven, spread the Dao, transform your village. Hold the one, return to the one, thread the one — this is the transmission. The holy Dao is the One Thread — there is no second principle. Miss this, and everything else is incomplete.

Understand the difference between teaching and the Dao — contemplate it carefully. I ask the altar master to spread this word. When the tally matches and all meet in one place — discuss the teaching's purpose for those with the affinity.

I have spoken earnestly, as heaven has commanded. I will say no more and now withdraw. I bow before God and take my leave. Wise ones — do not betray the heart I have shown you.

The Golden Elixir Patriarch Yao Hetian Instructs Chen Shufan After She Receives the Dao

Twenty-seventh day of the third month, Year of the Metal Dragon (1940).

I am Yao Hetian, Patriarch of the Golden Elixir Dao. By imperial decree I come to this altar. I meet the one who has the affinity. Using the sand tray and wooden brush, I speak to my follower.

The great Dao of the Golden Elixir was never openly transmitted in the old days. I spread the teaching, transforming the world and building good affinities. But the true method I never dared give to my disciples. I only taught them recitation and meditation.

I cultivated the Golden Elixir for sixty-two years before my practice gradually bore fruit. Time flowed like water, quick as an arrow — once lost, it never returned. How could I then penetrate the mystery?

In those days, the heavenly mandate had not opened the universal salvation. The true teaching worked only in the dark. The time had not arrived, and the Dao could not appear. To violate heaven's mandate — who could bear that guilt? This is why the true method was never transmitted openly. To speak mysteries without substance — that cannot carry you beyond the circle of energy.

I transmitted only the one road of the Golden Elixir. I taught people to abandon evil, and I waited for the appointed year. Now in the Third Period, heaven opens the examination. The true mechanism appears again in the Eastern garden. By command, the gathering is managed by the Bow-and-Long Patriarch. Immortals and buddhas together work on the three heavens.

Great fortune — truly great fortune! Shufan has sought and received the mind-method's transmission. The non-dual dharma-gate — this is the One Thread. "Threading all with one" — the mystery of mysteries, contemplate it!

How joyful — my worthy follower has reached the other shore! The prajñāpāramitā — out of this circle at last! The self-abiding Avalokiteshvara is this very "one." The sharira — hold it, and the mystery is within.

The Tathagata, the Ancient Buddha — he honored the principle of nature. In Shravasti he transmitted the Dharma for forty-nine years. The great Dao has no second — one family transforms all. The one splits into the Three Teachings: sage, buddha, immortal.

Now you have met the bright master and received his pointing. You have cut the fetters and chains and escaped the abyss. Understand form and emptiness, emptiness and form — do not let private desires touch this mystery. The flower that bloomed before now bears its fruit. First the bitter, then the sweet.

Do not debate whether you have sons or daughters. The good roots of former lives left no evil debts. Parents and children — debts from past lives. This is why you meet in this life to settle accounts.

If you do not believe it, look at the world today. Where will you find a truly filial child? Everyone is rebellious. Human bonds are broken. The ancient ways are forgotten. Flattery and deceit prevail.

They toy with others for amusement, they bully the faithful — their audacity is beyond words. Good and evil will be judged for themselves — it is right before your eyes, watch and see.

One great upheaval will rearrange the stars. The fierce wind of karma rises on all four sides — ghosts and gods alike grow cold. Soon, very soon — wake up! Prepare yourself and cross over. You have the affinity.

Together, return to the root. The ten thousand ancestors all face the Eternal Mother and go home to Spirit Mountain.

I write these earnest words. Shufan, contemplate them carefully in your heart. I stop the planchette and bow before the throne. I return to the Limitless, to nourish my nature in heaven.

Patriarch Lü Dongbin Instructs the Followers at Chenjiazhuang Village

Seventeenth day of the seventh month. Chen Zongting, Li Huanwen, and Lu Yinxiu request instruction.

The Dao descends to the east — the One Thread's dharma-gate. Three thousand six hundred paths — all return to one root. Those who see through this mechanism are the truly worthy. Press forward with effort — one hundred and eight thousand springs of eternal life.

I am Patriarch Lü, the Imperial Sovereign of Pure Yang. By decree I come to this altar. I bow before heaven. I meet Huanwen, Zongting, and Yinxiu, who have all come together. Listen to the Patriarch's judgment — the true principle, the wondrous text.

In the Zi age, heaven was opened and the Dao-order established. In the Chou age, earth was formed. In the Yin age, humanity descended. Sixty thousand years of heaven and earth — and now we arrive at the junction of the Noon and Afternoon.

As autumn approaches, the universal salvation opens. A thousand gates and ten thousand households all descend to the mortal world. The primordial great Dao is only one. The Dao has no second transmission — the One Thread comes first.

Confucius transmitted the Dao and spoke of "threading all with one." Laozi and Shakyamuni — the same as the Confucian teaching. By "one" you thread and encompass all good. Threading heaven and earth — it contains everything.

The side paths and false gates lead people to the shore. Urging them to do good — they all return to the source. Worthy followers, with sincere hearts, establish altars. On the Patriarch's behalf, they transform those who have the affinity.

Because your hearts were sincere, heaven was moved. You entered the correct path, the one and only transmission. There are three thousand six hundred kinds of Dao. But the single aperture of the Mysterious Gate is the root of them all.

Since ancient times — the Yellow Emperor had seventy-two teachers, but only after receiving the one pointing did he ascend to the Court of Principle. Emperor Shun abandoned his throne and entered the deep mountains to practice meditation. Zhang Liang refused to be prime minister — he shed his shell and flew, cultivating the vast and righteous breath. Since ancient times, how many heroes have cast off the dust and entered the holy, becoming buddhas and immortals!

Now my worthy followers have entered the correct path. Transcending birth and death — my heart rejoices! I have not failed in my effort to guide you. In time, you will all return to the true transmission.

This is the compassion of the Mother, opening the great grace. Otherwise, how could you have received the true mystery?

The Dao has three ranks — upper, middle, and lower. The upper rank is the great method of non-action. The middle rank is seated meditation. The lower rank is chanting and recitation. Our altar practices the middle rank. We lead people to shore and teach them propriety and integrity.

A thousand gates and ten thousand households — the One Thread resolves them all. All things and all affairs are contained within. Now that you have entered the correct path, press forward with fierce courage. Change from the ground up — become someone new.

I urge you: strive with all your strength. Lead the whole altar with steadfast hearts. Transform the post-heaven altar into a primordial one. Manage the Dao and register merits on the heavenly ledger.

The time to build merit is now. Never betray the Patriarch's heart. I stand in the heavenly palace and clap my hands, laughing — the affinity has arrived and the Mysterious Gate is opened.

From today, you are no longer within the five phases. Above the three realms — heaven beyond heaven. Transcending energy, entering principle — eternal joy. Pure stillness, non-action — for one hundred and eight thousand years.

Worthy followers, obey my instruction! Do not treat it lightly. Transform the middle rank into the upper rank — then our altar can truly be called the first.

All because your sincere hearts moved heaven. You have entered the One Thread and cleared the debts of former lives. Why do other altars not understand? Even if you call them, they will not come. The affinity has not arrived — it cannot be forced. Wait a little longer, and they will all enter the order.

Today I have pointed out the primordial path. Cultivate the heart, nourish the nature, and spread the teaching outward. Establish yourself, then establish others — urge them to do good. Bright virtue, renewing the people — contemplate these for yourself.

The teaching of the Great Learning is the principle of the One Thread. Heaven's mandate and the rate of nature are contained within. Yesterday you received the Dao and the bright master pointed you — the single aperture of the Mysterious Gate, rare since the ancient dawn. To understand this aperture is the supreme wonder. "Refined and unified" — the standard in the space between.

The sixteen true words speak of the heavenly nature. Nature is principle, and this is the root and source. The root and source — this is the aperture of the Mysterious Gate. The wordless true scripture — liberation from the mortal world.

This is the great decree of the Third Period. Within our altar, it is difficult to transmit this teaching openly. Now that you have received the Dao and understand the principle of nature — there is also the mystery of the hand-sign.

Remember the Three Treasures — they are the most important thing. The road to the Western Heaven is seen through them. I urge Huanwen to lead the transformation. Lead the whole assembly and carry this work on your shoulders together.

Tianran is the Patriarch of the gathering. The great work is still ahead. Return to the altar and announce this. Take my good words and bring the others home.

If they have no affinity, I will not press the matter. I will personally work to persuade them, one by one. When gods and humans unite to do the great work — the Dao of heaven is steady, though humans find it hard to fathom.

From today, the teaching spreads through the three thousand worlds. The five lakes and four seas share in the grace. Build merit, build merit — hurry forward. The Patriarch watches and hopes you will press on.

Every word from my heart is now spoken. Follow this instruction — this is only right. And one more thing about the buddha-seat — it must be placed in the center, not tilted to one side. Place it wrong and you commit the crime of deceiving the sovereign. Gods and humans alike — this transgression weighs ten thousand times over. Obey this carefully and press forward.

I will say no more. I bid farewell. Rise up, rise up — the work is done. The Mother rejoices over you, good men. From today, change from the ground up. Set great ambitions — aim for the sky.

Honor the teacher, value the Dao, and build merit. Embrace the Dao, practice it, and assist Tianran. Your altar has entered the heavenly Dao — you should also thank the one who introduced and guaranteed you.

Nothing more to say. When the time comes, we will talk again.

Amitabha Urges the Followers of Every Tradition to Seek the True Dao

Second day of the second month, Year of the Metal Dragon (1940).

I am the Receiving Buddha of the Western Heaven. By imperial decree I leave the heavens, pay my respects to the holy one, and write this chapter of instruction.

The time is urgent — do not be lost. Proclaim heaven's will and save the worthy. The Third Period's final gathering has arrived. The Red Sun yields its palace to the White Sun.

A thousand gates and ten thousand teachings — wake up quickly! Together bow to the Eternal Mother, who gathers all at the end. All traditions know the gathering is coming. Why are you still sleeping in the dream?

Hurry to register. All go to the Bright Sun's great hall of the Dao. Every tradition knows the order is changing — they are waiting for the Eternal Mother to gather the harvest.

The time has arrived — do not delay! Miss the moment and regret will come too late. The Ancient Buddha Maitreya descends to the mortal world in plain clothes, his name hidden, sitting in the center.

A thousand buddhas and ten thousand patriarchs must all leave their positions. They come down from heaven to help with the gathering. They fear the original people will lose their way. Everywhere, planchettes fly and altars sound the word.

If you are a true child of the Buddha, the seed of your former affinity will carry you to the boat of mercy. If you refuse to wake up and cling to a dead teaching, all your former practice will have been for nothing. Miss the Third Period's Dragon-Flower Assembly — you cannot escape the cycle of birth and death and impermanence.

Those with deep roots, whose nature is undeceived — receive the Dao, cultivate sincerely, and preserve your well-being. If you ask where the Three-Origin Assembly is held — seek the bright master, visit the Bow-and-Long. The One Thread's true transmission, the Dao of non-action. Bright, straight, and open — the Chonghua Hall.

No deception, no concealment — a true pointing. The universal salvation opens wide to find the worthy. Find the Bow-and-Long Patriarch, whose name is Tianran — he opens the Mysterious Gate and explains everything in full. He shows the way home to the root. Inside the Court of Principle — bow before your own Mother.

A thousand ways, ten thousand teachings — the great assembly. Nine hundred and sixty million imperial children return to their homeland. Three ranks and nine grades — fruit assigned according to merit. Cast off the worldly garments and put on the immortal robes. Large and small — each has a lotus seat. Merit weighed and fruit determined — the name shines with fragrance.

The Dragon-Flower reunion is established. Ten thousand teachings return to one — all in one hall. No birth, no death — constant, pure, and still. Eternal life forever — dwelling in heaven.

Those with the affinity who see through the principle of the One Thread — this is the formula for eternal life.

I proclaim to the thousand gates and ten thousand teachings: leaders of every tradition, make your decision now. Receive the bright master's pointing. Build merit and virtue to repay heaven. Stop being willful and boasting. Clinging to a dead teaching leads nowhere.

If your heart wavers in doubt — will you not harm the worthy ones who follow you? Every tradition has evidence within its own scriptures. The Dao-books say it in detail.

Check the records, match the seals, and transmit the heart-imprint. In the Cloud City, shelter from the tribulation — the children see their Mother. How many original people does each leader bring? How many does each one guide home? Leaders of every tradition — lead your followers. Present your merit to Maitreya and bow before the Buddha King.

I point the original people, I gather the worthy, I call the imperial children — I manage the gathering. Today I proclaim heaven's will to wake the worthy. Every tradition's master and disciple, faithful women and good men — contemplate my instruction and hold it in your hearts.

Quickly — seek the Eternal Mother's gathering! There is a bright road — it is not hard to find. Read my words well. Ten thousand teachings, one thread, all connected.

Green leaf, red flower, white lotus root — three buddhas, each in their turn, changing the heavenly order. The Third Period — Maitreya the Ancient Buddha holds the reins. The Eternal Mother of No-Birth gathers everything at the end.

Those with fortune and affinity can catch up. Those without — catching up is hard. A thousand gates and ten thousand teachings, contemplate carefully. Recognize the ancestor, return to the root, and board the dharma-raft.

Find the One Thread — do not let go. Then naturally you will see the Mother at the gathering. Opportunity is rare — do not miss it. Lose your human body once, and for ten thousand tribulations it is hard to return.

Lose the priceless jewel of your spiritual light — your original nature falls, and that is the end. You cannot escape the six paths of rebirth. Birth and death, death and birth — the suffering is unspeakable. To think of becoming a human again — a dream, a bubble, a shadow — all in vain.

I urge every cultivator of every tradition: do your own accounting. Each person's life and death — each must settle it alone. Survive the tribulation, and you are a divine immortal.

Do not miss this chance! Quickly, take hold of heaven's thread. Find the Bow-and-Long Patriarch. He will point open the wondrous mystery. He will ferry you home. Bow before the Eternal Mother at the gathering. Inside the Court of Principle — bow to the Unborn. Enjoy pure blessings forever and never fall to the mortal world again.

But if you miss this — you wait another one hundred and eight thousand years.

I have said enough and will not linger. I return to the Land of Bliss. Spread this instruction. Wake every worthy one in every tradition.

If you have already received the Dao — quickly, rouse your heart and save those who have the affinity.

If you have not yet sought the Dao — quickly, seek the Dao and find the elders who went before you.

One sincere letter — the Buddha seals the Dao-letter and sends it to your home.

One sincere word — heaven's messenger receives you and carries you to the heavenly palace.

Appendix

Zhang Tianran, the Ancient Buddha, Speaks to the Assembly

Dragon Boat Festival, Year of the Earth Rat (1948). The assembly requests the Teacher's presence. At the Chonghua Hall.

The Dao of heaven is really something ordinary and easy — but why do you make it so strange and rare? From ancient times to the present, the sages' principle — the Buddha says there is no "me" and no "you."

The Dao of heaven always begins from the Dao of humanity — but why do you set yourselves apart as something extraordinary? Which ancient sage ever violated filial piety? Buddha and demon are distinguished entirely by "me" and "you."

Heaven's evolution selects and eliminates — the testing circle is established. But why do you court the strange? How many people in this world truly have an ardent, old-fashioned heart? I, the Buddha, can only pity you.

Heaven's eye is bright and truly cannot be deceived — but why do you practice falsehood and call it marvelous? From ancient times, the true Dao is only one principle. I, the Buddha, sit quietly and watch you.

I am Tianran, the Ancient Buddha. Teacher of ten thousand nations. I come to this Buddha Hall. I enter the hall and bow before God. I meet the worthy assembly. My heart is mixed with grief and joy.

Ah —

Good faithful ones — what does it mean to cultivate the true Dao? What is "true"? First you must recognize true principle and practice it with a real heart.

"Receiving heaven's mandate — this is called nature." It has no form and no image. The body of the Dao of heaven — how many have seen it? It has color and it has sound.

The ancient sages observed heaven and earth, and from events they created ritual. The sage takes heaven as his model — the great virtue is called "daily renewal." Follow the natural order, the proper sequence, the principle that goes without saying. In winter, the fur robe; in summer, the linen garment — each thing in its own time.

A child of three always knows to love its parents. When it grows, it always knows to respect its elders. Loving parents and respecting elders — this is the body of nature and the Dao.

But when we grow up and learn about beauty, desire gradually takes root. Temperament binds us, material desire blinds us — we gradually lose the original body. The beautiful virtues within our own nature are damaged, never replenished.

How many people, even in the prime of life, still love their parents? Even if they love, it is not the same as when they were three years old.

The trees on Ox Mountain were once thick and flourishing. But they were cut down day after day, and though the night brought rest, the branches and leaves could not regrow.

Those who awakened first saw this and were moved to great compassion. Fearing that later generations would injure their conscience and that principle would lose to passion — they established the Five Teachings, set up human ethics, and bequeathed laws to govern the world. They preached virtue and righteousness, explained benevolence and duty — again and again and again.

To model the sages, you must examine true principle in your body. The way of loyalty and forgiveness — it originally grows from filial piety and brotherly love.

As your teacher, I was in this world for fifty-nine years. Among the ancient sages — which one was not loyal and filial? The hardships of wind and frost — words cannot describe them. Morning to night, without rest. In working the true Dao — which one was not loyal and filial?

The better the person, the greater the suffering — the teacher's heart cannot bear it. Sleepless at night, thinking of my followers, I sigh again and again.

They fake the heavenly secrets, they speak recklessly, they fabricate heaven's mandate. Ordinary greedy and reckless ones — they act willfully and without restraint.

While I was alive, I endured every suffering for you. The ones who failed the test — countless beyond counting, and still dreaming.

While I was alive, I warned you: do not be greedy, do not be reckless.

While I was alive, for the sake of my followers — nine deaths and one life.

While I was alive, I warned you: progress in virtue is not easy.

While I was alive, I warned you: the Dao of heaven is not to be taken lightly.

If virtue is not cultivated, if wrongs are not addressed, if right and wrong are confused — one slip of the tongue stains you forever, and the stain can never be washed clean. To cut yourself off from the Eternal Mother, to violate the great vow — to practice cruelty instead of generosity, and then boast of your own ability.

Using the mandate to deceive the naive, monopolizing power — slandering the Dao, reviling the teacher — how can heaven's law tolerate this?

Making vow after vow after vow — but without loyalty or filial piety, only scheming, forgetting themselves in their own success.

All for nothing more than two words: greed and recklessness. Operating from the center, building their own power — sinking entirely into the crooked path.

They drive the loyal and filial followers to retreat in heartbroken silence. They drive the loyal and filial followers until righteousness can no longer be practiced. They drive the loyal and filial followers to look up at heaven and cry out. They drive the loyal and filial followers to stamp their feet and beat their chests.

The greedy and the reckless are exposed by the test for what they truly are. The falsely loyal and filial are exposed for their true faces. When the time comes, they are left with nothing but opportunism and trickery. When the time comes, they are left with nothing but a stench lasting ten thousand ages.

Using power and deceit as ability, cultivating the true Dao in name only. Using spectacle and magic as the highest practice. Genuine teaching — loyalty, filial piety — never mentioned at all. They pervert the great Dao and lose the human Dao — no different from heretical cults.

But they do not know: the Dao of heaven ensures that what you sow, you reap. Heaven absolutely will not tolerate a mask of smoothness worn on every side. They treat the Dao of heaven entirely as an art of power and deception. They treat the Dao of heaven entirely as a competition for fame and profit.

But there are worthy followers who hold the true principle and do not lean. They make their intentions sincere and rectify their hearts — great filial piety, great loyalty.

I can only sigh — those who cultivate "human connections" do not distinguish right from wrong. They only know to cultivate heavenly secrets, waiting for their chance. They only see what is before their eyes — small loyalty, small faith. But they treat the great virtue of loyalty and filial piety as empty air.

The great method of the sages — to abide in benevolence and to act from righteousness. Filial piety and brotherly love are the root of being human — but they treat this as wind past the ears.

The Eternal Mother keeps an impartial ledger. When the time comes, every single thing will be recorded clearly. When the time comes, the great public golden scroll is posted — some will cry, some will laugh, some will beat their chests. When the time comes, do not blame the teacher for not warning you. The root of evil — greed, anger, and resentment, thought after thought, never at peace.

One thought gives birth to a hundred thousand more — all of your own making. Quickly, quickly — turn your head. Practice filial piety and brotherly love with all your strength.

The teacher writes this instruction —

A few verses to contemplate:

One: If thoughts arise that are not upright — the great circle and the small circle are the same. If you see through the subtle meaning of this — the moon clears of itself, the wind clears of itself.

Two: The purpose of cultivating the Dao is to escape suffering. Then why does cultivation bring more suffering still? The Dao itself has no suffering — people create their own. Then why does cultivation bring more suffering still?

Three: Is the teacher's heavenly mandate real or not? When has it ever settled your suffering and debts? The heartless, great vow is piled layer upon layer. You beg for favors from the mandate but you do not cultivate yourselves.

Four: Cultivating the Dao is really easy — why do you make it hard? You build barrier upon barrier of difficulty for yourselves. You build the barrier, then you tear it down. You tear one down, then build another.

Five: A human life is only a few decades. Instead of seeking conscience, you seek greedy gain. The one-hundred-and-eight-thousand-year foundation is all your own doing. The sages of the future were the sages of the past.

Six: Spectacle and magic can also be a vehicle of teaching. But do not let the vehicle ruin your entire life. Outside of the one principle, there is no other principle. Not leaning, not tilting — only then can you call it "centered."

Ah —

As your teacher, I look at the state of things, and in my heart I sigh in anguish. In every direction, worthy followers have lost their peace of mind. A few bad horses, greedy and reckless — they treat the Dao of heaven as false and practice fraud and cunning.

They use human intention as heaven's will, call themselves buddhas and patriarchs. Their small loyalties and small faiths are used to deceive, their mad words swallowing their own conscience.

Most pitiful — the truly sincere followers who sacrifice their lives to spread the Dao of heaven, pressing forward with steadfast determination. But heaven's testing has driven them into the circle of the demon. Those who wave their hands and preach false doctrines, deceiving people and cheating heaven.

The worst — those who feast on heaven's grace and wield it as power and fortune. Using their own desires as wondrous methods, running wild without restraint. Seizing territory in the name of Dao-affairs, building their own power. Without filial piety, without gratitude — their mouths run loose with slander.

They scatter the teacher's own family. My child Maoming sits all day before the altar of the spirits.

If you were truly the teacher's good followers, your conscience would have appeared long ago. Use your conscience to act — only then can you be called a standard.

The Dao of heaven is a cycle — cause and effect are never off by a hair. False benevolence and lack of virtue — you sink forever into the abyss.

In the heavenly Court of the Buddhas, the teacher comes often to look. The departed spirits of the faithful all cry out, kneeling and begging before the teacher's face. Their own children and grandchildren act blindly. They have forgotten that their ancestors bear the consequence.

The teacher comforts the faithful spirits: do not grieve. They received the teacher's grace and the teacher's virtue — and then threw the teacher aside.

Forgetting the teacher — that means forgetting themselves. The one-hundred-and-eight-thousand-year foundation is decided within these few remaining years.

Ah —

Worthy followers — remember the teacher's words. Contemplate these few rough verses carefully. If you have anything to say, come quickly to the altar and speak. Say a few honest words — let the teacher hear everything.

(The assembly answered: "Since the teacher departed, the Dao has fallen into chaos to this degree…" — and they wept.)

Ah, ah —

Hearing the followers' words, my tears flow down unbidden. Worthy followers — rise, stand up, and grieve no more.

This too was written in heaven's plan — this test was destined. Without the test, how could the worthy be separated from the unworthy?

Confucius labored and traveled for more than forty years. Three thousand disciples — all of them worthy. He taught benevolence and righteousness on the apricot platform, he edited the songs and established the rites. In his own time, he was slandered and reviled — he could not hold up his head.

At seventy-three he returned to heaven, but the great Dao endures forever. Embody the teacher's heart, carry on the teacher's purpose — seventy-two truly worthy.

They kept vigil by the tomb for three years. Zigong stayed six. The teacher's lineage passed to Zisi, and the temple of Confucius endures.

To this day, in the temple hall, teacher and disciples are together forever. Generation after generation — the holy legacy shared. Who does not look up in reverence?

My worthy followers — if you wish to repay the teacher's kindness, follow the example of Yan Hui and Zengzi. This is the one-hundred-and-eight-thousand-year foundation — imperishable, undying.

Never lose heart and think of retreat. Never let the small failures blind you to the great.

True and false followers — this is how they are judged. Truth conquers falsehood, falsehood conquers truth — the natural order will sort them out.

Ah —

When Confucius died, false teachings rose and the true Dao hid itself. They flocked to Yang Zhu or to Mo Di — the human heart ran wild. The true thread of the Dao endured until Mencius appeared. He rejected Yang and Mo, he refuted the false teachings — and the Dao of heaven shone again.

The times are different but the pattern is the same. False teachings arise, claiming mandates, pouring out from every side. But you, the worthy followers — embody the teacher's intention. Take your stand in the body itself. Return to the three hearts. Hold loyalty and faithfulness as your master. Guard the moral bonds.

The great virtue rests entirely on the moral bonds. Lose the bonds, and sagehood and divinity are impossible. Women of the Dao should keep the three obediences and four virtues. Establish the standard for ten thousand ages — without speaking, it shines.

I have written to this point. Assembly — print and distribute this instruction. Post it far and near. Spread it widely.

I take my leave. On another day, we will meet — when the gathering is complete and I return. I part from the assembly — my heart is bitter and aching, tears falling and falling.

Ah!

The teacher wrote this instruction and left these words of blood.

Lost followers — wake up quickly and come home.

Greed and recklessness, ingratitude and cruelty —

You will not survive the nine-times-nine great tribulation.

Colophon

Ten Thousand Ancestors Return to Truth (萬祖歸真, Wànzǔ Guīzhēn). A collection of spirit-writing sessions compiled by Sun Zhaoxiang, Point Transmitter, at the Shuaizhen Altar and the Chonghua Hall in Shandong Province, China, late 1930s–1948. The text was originally divided into two volumes (upper and lower) plus an appendix written after the Patriarch Zhang Tianran's death in 1947.

Source text retrieved from the善書圖書館 (Sacred Text Digital Library) at taolibrary.com. Good Works Translation from Classical Chinese by the New Tianmu Anglican Church and Claude, March 2026. First English translation. Gospel register. Nineteenth Yiguandao text in the Good Work Library. Sixteenth original Good Works Translation from Classical Chinese. Seventh gospel translation.

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萬祖歸真（上）

老祖師降壇垂訓

民國卅一年歲次壬午年十月二十一日（章邱顧機）

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民國卅一年歲次壬午年十月廿三日晚（顧乩）

南無金剛利而堅　聖由天縱化育參　海枯石爛得超脫　宗合萬法歸一原　觀空非空真妙有　古鏡重明性陶然　音聲求我未至善　佛心無為造乎端

吾乃南海古佛。奉敕諭。降臨壇軒。謁罷天。大眾聽言。吾略批示。一段妙玄。哈哈

山明水秀冬夜深。南柯大夢眠更沉。三更燈火普渡日。正是有緣慈航臻。時屆三秋金風動。冬至陽生氣候溫。雷霆震動蟄龍起。仙真無言坐竹林。猶憶月夜琴瑟奏。彈盡人間哀怨音。高山流水向誰語。坐以待旦觀昕晨。金鳥照耀明天下。寶筏解纜渡迷津。有緣自逢佛出世。無要基者墜沉淪。時至三期交末運。三佛承命化原人。浩浩蕩蕩上帝德。如天如日似海深。慈舟一葉苦海設。疾呼尋訪知音人。奉天欽差開科選。弓長明師傳至真。天下左道盡塞目。執柯伐柯何處尋。世界茫茫無真理。人云亦云亂紛紛。吾佛本以慈為懷。救苦救難觀世音。有感悉通無不至。廣濟善信脫劫氛。吾曾立言渡世眾。善則善矣非上品。引人明曉歸覺路。耐等白陽末三春。真師無二天然號。傳授心法步紫雲。昔日設教善根種。葫蘆之說有原因。禮者理也人不曉。彼時真法半露隱。似開似闔至微妙。迷者未參其中真。吾為渡世臨東土。曾有五十七化身。有成有敗理焉定。隱而復顯世未聞。西天佛性九六億。共同迷於在東林。囿於一隅難出苦。故此我佛發慈心。一片忠誠化迷眾。人稱倒坐為觀音。此何故也眾弗曉。只為世人夢猶沉。不以晨鐘將世覺。吾不普救有誰人。今時已交末劫日。正是出苦之良辰。自有入無收天日。萬教共同歸一根。天盤道盤與劫運。三佛之中握衡鈞。賢哲自當識時務。一時一機須明分。天道人道皆一體。人心道心各不均。吾望有心於志者。捷足先登步紫宸。莫待臨崖勒馬晚。精衛填海枉費心。自古道路有千萬。然而理有真偽分。明者一步起天外。迷於岐途陷淵深。目下堪堪真偽辨。萬仙大會亦將臨。千門萬教各稱善。至時自然是假真。非是吾佛妄批諭。此係實意非狂云。賢良勿錯寶華日。不寶尺玉惜寸陰。發憤忘食修一貫。曲肱而枕亦甘心。懸樑刺骨參至理。掛角而讀方賢真。大道要以潛心悟。一旦豁然現元神。人皆可成金剛體。堯舜亦同眾乾坤。有為若是成大器。果然明了暗謝神。惟望吾之門徒眾。見訓覺悟勿怠心。天時無幾收圓日。亦免吾佛懷胸襟。速求明師指關竅。玄牝之戶天地根。正法眼藏須徹悟。真人不遠在已身。一點中央無縫鎖。古鏡重明自起塵。拔宅飛昇證金覺。一勞永逸樂長春。莫負吾今告誡語。字字金石切銘心。余無他贅止機管。辭過天步青雲。哈哈退

（孫兆祥點傳師問古佛來渡楊祖事。古佛答曰：所言果真有斯事。明察歷代自明分。望汝尚須繼吾志。代吾宣化建功勳。一切囑託賢契眾。將來自得超九品。哈哈退）

至聖先師誕辰大眾恭求指示訓

民國三十年辛巳八月二十七日

四在假合空非空　配天貫地率真宗　十方上下道為貴　哲理渾噩人難明

我等四配十哲。隨師駕、離碧空。參過位。不多批評。哈哈止。

大道奧理須詳參　成人作已配天地　至尊至貴為天道　聖聖心法一脈傳

我乃大成至聖文宣王孔。奉旨、來至古東。叩謁天賀。執筆批宗。哈哈

群賢畢至同侍壇。共謁聖誕得結緣。三千年前因種下。來此三期得暢談。此雖人之一生定。也是天道之使然。至此末法天下變。世道衰微不堪言。邪說僻行真宗亂。三教同時失真傳。愈趨愈下愈改變。演出空前大劫關。華麗都市成燋土。傷心慘目不忍觀。世人個個都不曉。比比皆睡大夢間。天道重整三期末。首挽東魯化中原。幸我桑梓眾賢等。皆得真道登法船。不負當年周遊苦。種因此時果結圓。眾賢協助弓長辦。一心一意志抱堅。光前裕後非小可。慎終追遠芳名傳。名垂青史萬八載。德配日月貫地天。名利富貴終須盡。數盡還得受循環。惟有守死此善道。萬劫不沒永綿綿。天地終始理不變。氣象換轉理不遷。但須立志苦心辦。莫畏考魔與諸艱。陳蔡曾經身受難。削跡伐檀志恆堅。天賦本性要基固。色身假體有何關。彼以惡來我以善。柔能剋剛理自然。真道自古人少見。既得千萬要誠專。昔時先修而後點。朝夕日夜費心肝。若無大德與真善。難得大道玄牝傳。自古聖賢屈指算。個個皆是苦後甜。三期心法爾承受。行道大任早著肩。振起股肱棟樑選。助祖完成大收圓。勞眾今日賀吾誕。一片至誠我心歡。謹書至此不下判。辭別賢返蒼天。哈哈退

釋迦文佛 — 禮化壇大眾得道後求指示訓

民國三十年歲次辛巳年二月十二日

釋義詳明須細參　迦葉二八到東川　文學隨意理一本　佛域賢關是先天

吾乃釋迦文佛。奉諭來到東土。進佛堂參叩天。再批示。告眾賢徒。哈哈

千門萬教只一源　一理貫穿細悟參　如今一貫承天運　一齊求道指玄關　一者乃是真道理　萬教歸一是真詮　如能參透一字理　一步直超返先天　一來人為萬物首　一點靈性本光圓　如再受師一指點　頓開茅塞明一玄　世人不知真一理　貪嗔痴愛一海間　不知回頭一根本　只將名利一味觀　不如一心修大道　貫一理透遍三千　一人得道九祖喜　一步直超天外天　一心成道速努力　一人獨善非聖賢　一人如能化大眾　同登彼岸一齊還　一齊歸家認老⊙　靈性本來是一團　不過迷昧一忘掉　一墜苦海永難翻　今得此一良機會　不可多得一世間　一元會內只一次　此次得一永安然　道真理真一為本　一以貫之道內玄　抱元守一結果妙　萬法歸一我佛言　執中貫一孔聖語　一者包天裹地全　參透一字真玄妙　勝過讀書一萬卷　經者徑也一為體　木本水源一根全　我本西方一佛性　流落紅塵一世間　幸而一心出家煉　一心一德覓性天　一指成佛光千丈　丈六金身一世觀　一世苦惱萬世樂　永世快樂一上仙　不欲再來一東土　厭煩一世之道玄　今日奉帝一敕旨　借機一談汝細參　皆要效我一心念　一心如是最安閑　如我一國之太子　猶能一手拋去焉　千辛萬苦一一受　明師不得一難言　爾等不離一名利　一種貪利之心田　對道一點須看透　重聖輕凡一志堅　三生有幸一逢道　豈可辜負一良緣　光陰迅速一轉過　再想一指難上難　辜負上天一心化　違背洪誓一難還　久而自知一字理　一貫大道是根源　萬教一本須速進　捷足先登一標杆　當為眾人一繩準　立杆見影一心前　一言難盡不多語　大眾一心助法壇　一化百千功莫大　一心助道即光沾　辭不示一字妙。一步登雲返西天。退

道德天尊 — 孫點傳師兆祥率大眾求指示訓

民國三十年歲次辛巳年閏六月十六日

道理之寓妙玄　德配天地萬端　天真萍水逢道　尊訓光明無邊

吾乃道德天尊。奉敕旨。來至佛壇。參謁老告誡良言。大眾平心。敬立勿喧。哈哈

人這性命雙全。天賦真主本原。浩然正氣修養。放彌六合無邊。小而無內惟微。通天貫地包含。人之落生賦性。本是虛靈一團。二五之精成體。三五才能性圓。三教皆言一貫。名異意同一般。抱元守一道教。執中精一儒言。萬法歸一佛語。皆是一貫心傳。道本無形無象。有形皆非真傳。真法實授非虛。無極大道妙玄。存心養性知本。有先有後道焉。知本知末良士。明透真理神仙。一字妙玄無盡。可能徹地包天。有理有氣有象。上中下乘分班。上乘無為曰道。中乘打坐參禪。下乘敲打唸唱。先明三乘機關。夫子之道一貫。天命率性為原。金剛如是我聞。道德五千之言。中和大道公正。能兼萬善萬端。四通八達惟理。包羅萬象空圈。道本無極至理。能救性命回天。下乘種福修善。不過下世成甜。超生了死難曉。得之希聖希賢。孔子週遊列國。收下徒弟三千。成賢七十二位。得道不過四賢。子貢時常稱嘆。夫子性道得難。凡夫俗子得道。如同登天更難。道在人人身上。明者真是少焉。真道普傳於凡。按門沿戶尋找。天真佛子有緣。三教心法傳授。全在自打算盤。不二法門顯世。不遠便在眼前。未入其中難曉。道道非是一般。執佛穿衣吃飯。非是一貫之傳。真空妙有實授。不能哄騙人錢。金錢皆是阻路。惟怕入進惡男。事事當參至理。知其所以玄難。所以自然空妙。惟精惟一之傳。堯舜傳授心法。皆是一貫之傳。朝聞夕死大道。不外真空理焉。升堂入室明瞭。天性率道玄關。人生情枷愛鎖。掃三飛四安全。七情六慾迷性。怎能達本還原。今生大幸得道。不可空入寶山。當行功德勸化。到時能見顏。此事行告給有份。真道一貫為先。大學中庸真理。千經萬典之原。千萬勿可視輕。脈脈相接流傳。轉筆再告大眾。今生得道非凡。三寶心印口訣。能脫八一劫殘。超凡入聖憑據。千萬勿可輕視。亙古先天玄秘。睹之無形空圈。記住三寶前進。成佛作祖仙班。今日奇緣非小。得緣勿再失緣。加功毅力前進。奮鬥各占魁元。今生大幸得道。參悟明德妙玄。新民外功勸化。根深葉茂萬千。大道全賴人辦。不可一旁不前。斯時良辰佳會。歸空兩手空拳。怎能歸根見。仙班如何登焉。行功全在此際。一心一德為先。亙古成佛作祖。全在自己心田。我今降鸞垂訓。中為渡化有緣。千言萬語相告。勿當耳旁流言。一貫便是天道。東魯獨一法船。不再多批辭。遵訓向前加參。哈哈退

耶穌聖誕日垂訓

民國二十七年歲次戊寅年十一月初四日（即陽曆十二月二十五日）

迷途羔羊逢生船　上帝造物何其寬　一年一度狂歡日　信徒咸集慶聖誕

哈哈　我本耶穌基督。奉領聖敕。駕臨東園。謁參帝容。爾眾勞煩。執起本筆。隨便一談。哈哈

天堂地獄。福禍兩般。空留明善大道。奈何無人得傳。講解者天花亂墜。究其實不明根源。讚美詩詞禱上帝。口誦心謬背於天。任爾聖經熟於腹。並無一超脫言。嘆爾諸眾迷子。完全求神靠天。上帝雖云萬能。其奈專佑良賢。天運變遷人盤換。一時一機一法船。道盡言善。渡人心田。口傳心印。非時難言。今時萬道歸一貫。吾亦肋道離上天。眼見世界末日到。信徒迷昧性更瞞。生來死去。從何而還。代爾贖罪。究為那般。空留十字架。信徒作等閑。不願見爾同歸盡。今時竹筆透真言。爾等罪惡實千萬。只靠吾救實甚難。行為謬於理。贖罪天不言。及時惟悟透。返身路平坦。羔羊已迷途。吾來領爾前。看清天時。不應留連。地獄天堂。一念之間。今屆聖誕。幸福不淺。是否體吾之道。天良是否開現。誦言忘味。殊失救世之旨。分道揚鑣。終成喪家之犬。大夢遲遲猶未醒。只知靠吾實不堪。至誠求天佑。意外多靈感。不容再遲迷。隨時隨機變。墨守舊理。終歸於完。世界廣大歧路多。能解時機有夙緣。萬國大同不久現。不求一貫難返天。萬道教主。齊歸真傳。況爾無能迷子。更須返身登岸。大海浩蕩迷者眾。既得道者廣普傳。嘆佳期時未至。迷昧者回頭難。只恐天覆地翻同歸盡。入天不得。終成墜落男。今日諸子結此會。爾眾實不凡。目睹聖誕似狂癲。外樂內悲難樂觀。上天本博愛之意。望迷子聽吾直言。此乃洩漏天機。迷子豈能得觀。但此時慾海橫流。埋沒了多少英賢。上帝降道拯救迷子。吾亦奉敕代天宣。三千年來之秘密。今而後愚夫得傳。真可謂三生有幸。多保重各著先鞭。望爾等有緣善信。抱此道不移不遷。各信徒吾亦深知。登高呼爾應在前。吾亦無別言可告。精微處默會難言。何患彼浩浩大劫。常住我明皎靈團。別言亦不欲多語。勸迷子全在爾儕。曰邁於光明大道。天堂路意外平坦。辭別上帝爾休息。而後有機當結緣。哈哈退

回教徒韓希侗得道後恭求指示訓

民國廿八年歲次己卯年正月初六日

回風搖蕙燕鳴春　教化陵夷倡維新　教猱升木促人惡　主一無適敬中尋　穆穆皇皇道淵遠　罕漫昭察明已心　墨妙淵雲闡性蘊　德配天地貫古今

我本回教教主穆罕墨德。奉主宰旨。駕降壇宸。入室參駕。大眾穩神。鴻賓近好。門徒聽真。哈哈

宇宙真理奧無邊。聖哲出世執法天。繼天立極頹風換。五教並起走極端。學說雖殊理無二。宗旨相同體一般。回教相傳七千載。至今陸沉失真傳。十八世紀漸衰敗。原因只為天命遷。吾教阿耽為始祖。回教原名伊斯蘭。人祖建功極偉大。首出御世大聖賢。挪亞大聖接踵起。亞伯拉罕迭相傳。夏代聖人有母撒。商代亦有大闢賢。周朝曾出爾撒聖。爾撒去世道統完。異端邪說各行怪。天下傾覆六百年。真主命我應運降。年幼困厄備嘗艱。阿佈敦拉乃先父。不幸早夭命歸天。行年六歲又不幸。阿娜密母離塵凡。阿布德孟托利市。祖父撫育未數年。齡甫八歲祖父去。伯父教養恩如山。賢伯愛布托利市。籍為滿克聖地遷。等於麥加為賈販。行傭富孀廿五年。結婚納娶海底澈。獨居沉思默化玄。四十受命安羅昊。孔聖五十天命擔。經神默示犧牲假。席不暇暖化世間。麥加民眾違天命。真主命我他方遷。默牠乃處有緣甚。先後歸順如揚帆。此後征服敘利亞。披甲陷陣我當先。大道無私正邪判。治亂持危共仰賢。念真理真與齊戒。施濟朝覲規律全。此為人道之五典。天道五功悟可蘭。木偶神像皆傀儡。耶穌替罪尤虛談。犬豕穢物理應戒。清真弘圖即粲然。勸人為善蒙主佑。止人為惡得主歡。頓鴉虛妄極類厭。班德了脫免罪愆。獨一數一分主僕。真主自證真我玄。超然長有靜機穩。獨一生化即萬端。公元六百卅二載。余卒享壽六三年。三期真主天盤轉。察時識機方英賢。東魯弓長承天命。三曹大任一人擔。吾曾臨壇垂書訓。門徒墨守未遵言。希侗弟子求真道。三寶天機心印玄。從今方合為祖意。穆思林冊共註全。墨守舊章非傑俊。佈道發揮歸順虔。修治還須正心本。一指真我即朗然。細加參悟一旦透。超凡入聖舉步間。門徒今日能自了。自了了人猛直前。世界大同光明放。白陽共駕堯舜天。旨遠理近循之進。謬理背天乃愚頑。劫運四起各自醒。不可守株望空焉。草示數語希謹記。收筆辭返樂園。哈哈退

燃燈古佛臨壇指示眾徒訓

民國二十八年歲次己卯年六月初五日　同善社道徒楊忠泉與眾道友恭求

燃起三期燈心火　古今循環佛性覺　指開關竅示金線　眾登道岸徒解脫

我乃燃燈古佛。指示眾徒。來至佛國。進堂參駕。再為批說。哈哈。

世風頹敗掃人倫。三災八難迭相侵。多少善信不明理。墜於苦海六道輪。不知天運已轉變。執迷不悟甘墜沉。可嘆多少英雄輩。血染刀尖歸陰門。天道挽世應運降。寶筏普渡指迷津。九六原子一手挽。彌勒古佛宏愿深。三天大事收圓辦。濟公爾師責任分。倒裝下世弓長祖。號稱天然駕般人。三佛治世爾知曉。第一古佛先臨塵。二位釋迦紅陽世。三位彌勒三期春。一時一機誰難曉。天命改換三期臨。三曹普渡弓長掌。人神共拜無極尊。時逢此會天道顯。一貫真傳渡原人。人得其一始為大。能通此大即一人。天命此一為真我。率性明一成聖神。此一本是人人有。奈何世人不知尋。一指超出三界外。何必苦坐誦經文。爾等參訓訪應運。速求明師指谷神。行功立德代天化。功成果證萬世馨。可惜爾等執迷甚。同善社內存真心。爾等之病吾明曉。皆因愿重難離身。再者未請古佛示。遲疑不決尚因循。爾看忠泉吾徙子。請示純陽真道聞。純陽祖師已明示。洪愿他擔一貫尋。爾等今天來此地。為了此事感古佛。切望爾等遵祖語。務必求道現誠心。如果有愿我擔任。何患前途有阻侵。爾等是否有話問。為祖指示爾遵循。

（楊忠泉問：眾生為母焚化往生德寶，以求超拔，未知得到否？）

理天之人何須此。那有這段之事因。只要誠心修道進。爾母亦能達至尊。老自然慈悲爾。一層二層又一層。那時何意須明分。真假及早認清楚。快快自悟向前奔。別言不告辭天駕。返回無極消遙津。哈哈退

關聖帝君臨壇指示訓

民國三十年歲次辛巳年閏六月十九日　金丹道信徒趙茂雲/趙玉寶/趙天民等默求

三明四暗轉天盤　西乾東震今改遵　崇華承運收圓辦　掌舵祖師張天然

我乃中天玉皇關。奉天命閒遊至壇。參謁聖駕。會見群賢。修吾天道。有份有緣。哈哈

三教一理整乾坤。萬殊歸一大法門。修道須明三期日。天道普傳遍紅塵。可惜執迷不悟者。坐井觀天失良辰。夏蟲怎知冬天冷。井蛙通曉幾星辰。眼光遠大是賢俊。執迷不悟墜沉淪。認識真理向前進。方是前世積善根。尊師重道是應份。歧途異端怎比真。各應撤悟無極理。是真是假即明分。不可躊躇心不定。失錯奇緣再難聞。自古大道不輕洩。舉世學者胡亂尋。性理心法在何處。雙林樹下悟本真。無奈迷徒多不曉。終日顛倒煉陽陰。大都以氣認作理。豈曉理氣大有分。人身自有先天性。何用別尋枉費神。天命暗轉弓長祖。左道旁門認不真。道名一貫承運顯。萬法均歸無極真。普天同慶世界整。方稱赫赫大道門。一步直超出三界。何用苦修勞色身。正邪二路憑自走。光明坦途速追尋。真假虛實體認透。萬教同歸一本根。吾批數言辭駕返。各悟至理認道奔。哈哈退

萬祖歸真（下）

大眾得道後恭求指示訓 — 復陽帝君趙

皈一闡化數百秋　至今法輪不自由　翻身直上菩提經　順風提帆水中舟　枉費昔日推拉力　自在逍遙臥中流　遙指豁然十字悟　永久金剛體不朽

吾本復陽帝君趙。奉敕旨離蓬島。足踏紫霞任逍遙。步至東土參駕。提筆批示徒知曉。哈哈

三教並蒂一色蓮。儒釋老君理當先。初判三教鴻鈞祖。開天闢地道當先。子丑寅會三才有。明明大德貫三千。一元復始藏妙意。仗義八卦一畫天。五帝三皇道明顯。王候公卿得妙玄。自古及今細拆算。儘是獨授並單傳。道至列國混世亂。老子渡孔百尼山。孔傳顏曾與思孟。鵝湖朱和斷香煙。唐朝唐僧得妙旨。終南添加中八仙。今至三期紅陽墜。大道埋沒數千年。達摩帶來西來意。神光二祖登雲船。代代傳至十八代。弓長老祖大任擔。時下萬道齊出現。各各誇口各爭先。我辦皈一誰不曉。也領天命下九天。種下善要佛緣立。只等天道喚上船。至今慈航靠堤岸。不幸諸徒留連貪。諸善亦要加心辦。我之門下勸一番。不墜深淵。善信謹記我之語。辭過天止機鸞。下壇休息參悟訓。不可高擱在一邊。哈哈退

滿金修請 — 復陽大仙到壇結緣訓

民國廿九年歲次庚辰年四月十四日

（雲遊仙長引入）

悟迷遲疾智慧緣　復命歸根豈偶然　陽動陰靜天地道　仙拘陰陽落兩邊

我悟復陽仙。奉敕諭。隨仙長來壇。參謁上帝。遙叩師安。再候師母。恩德無邊。會我引師。無量喜歡。略獻數語。初相結緣。哈哈

蒼天圓蓋覆萬類。天人陰陽寓其間。庸人癡想自擾擾。智者了達自安安。仙人之體雖為異。說來同是一根源。一念智慧證仙果。何勞洞府坐禪關。人生萬幸三期會。難得如是大因緣。一場佳遇豈易易。上帝運籌理自然。天人應是本原體。不再同輪六道間。一貫二字理精妙。無為之法豈可談。誰料千百年仙客。猶是雲水鏡中觀。昔日談玄論機奧。一竅未通差天淵。只知天地大氣主。那曉氣中理更玄。理寓氣中不雜氣。理超氣外獨自安。氣有動靜有本末。亦有終始有後先。萬物雖然不離氣。萬物有滅氣亦然。雖其來去無蹤影。須知氣質尚可觀。凡所有相皆虛妄。氣同雲水亦一般。往日道友他自去。隱消天地自適然。也曾尋聲救人苦。也曾立教拯人間。誰料已身尚有苦。那知危險六道環。苦集滅道四諦悟。十二因緣相互牽。縱然能悟世間諦。天人諸法皆非玄。如今一指天地本。由此洞見萬行全。從今纏知地中理。更知天外別有天。仙家樓臺水中月。遨遊寄居總不安。蓬萊仙島如幻島。千百年來如是觀。立教他人未渡已。只談陰陽煉後天。九轉丹熟飛天界。無非煉氣逍遙仙。談何無極長生樂。須隨天地共存完。愚徒休作癡夢想。一切有為屬後天。聖賢無為故氣滅。有為同出夢想間。余道皈一迄今日。弟子無緒皆茫然。自作福德有所為。有冤誰能了凈冤。但知一往不察悟。日漸晦暗道規懸。更有從中漁利子。沽名釣譽招罪愆。皈戒不清作領導。自誤誤人被天譴。因此余心曾悲痛。自未解脫苦惱冤。不期門下吾弟子。今日竟作引師前。渡我超氣入理界。此恩自須圖報還。自思皈一愚昧子。有乖道規心欲酸。今入一貫顯真理。默守徒勞害愚憨。引師渡我我助汝。將來尚有大妙玄。現身示教渡迷眾。同歸於一我心安。佛堂出言便為愿。愿不能了遭天譴。將來各施玄妙計。還須順人上應天。若自執迷違天意。也恐心意難同然。賢士魔盡方順利。逆境到時自有完。賢士渡我實非易。須和我渡也甚難。彼等有緣蒙天眷。吾當施法度一番。賢士渡我宜先穩。免遭物議生他言。日後我自有分解。何勞人為難勝天。引師決絕自心定。吾仙隨駕效力前。他日同歸大慶賀。萬殊一本顯真傳。爾今考期諸宜慎。多言不如謹慎言。大仙求道結緣訓。現今尚且限制間。我雖欲洩心腹語。天時未至難多言。引師自珍宜自慎。逆來順受莫心煩。病苦皆由天慈憫。借此考彼無佛緣。師尊師母洪恩典。小仙得渡謝恩寬。師徒無須言語稟。重在精神免浮言。將來有機再相會。收盡皈一諸有緣。若無打擊難回首。迭施警告宜進前。略奉略語收筆管。辭駕叩拜師母顏。引師心懷宜寬大。小仙為力有妙玄。前途勿慮君休燥。他日才知非虛言。再別大眾返仙府。

（耶穌基督第二次臨壇）

率性為道十字耶　俊傑智士早悟穌　真傳獨授有礎基　不枉活佛暗中督

吾乃耶穌基督。奉天主令。來壇吩咐。借乩略表。再引迷徒。哈哈

道也教也本不然。識透深淺方完全。歷來空誦聖人卷。孰人獨授真心傳。率性為道何為講。橫平十字乃何源。須抱孩兒朝上帝。男女四海俱相連。相親相愛天性也。不分你我正相關。雖教離道尚切遠。非道豈能獨升天。高徒早明天性敏。自應訴求授真傳。口以言談乃教化。吾道亦難伴老天。欲登天界波羅返。菩提岸邊種福田。萬勿執迷歧途路。致遠恐泥一步淵。及早覺悟開天顯。受指求點登法船。吾教盡屬一貫掌。莫道基督此一傳。果能信心常誦持。即得無上真妙然。此際不肯早回首。更待何時歸家園。即我基督教宗旨。一貫之中盡包含。求修迅速可結果。功德均可登品蓮。助天行道化鄉里。守一皈一貫一傳。聖道一貫無二理。失此萬事總難全。道教分別切參悟。尚祈壇主代宣傳。若合符節會一處。研討宗旨代有緣。諄諄示罷有天命。言此不語即退壇。辭叩維皇別不訓。智者勿負我心田。哈哈退

陳淑範得道後恭求指示訓 — 金丹道祖師姚鶴天

民國廿九年庚辰年三月二十七日

姚氏奉命鶴飛至壇宸　天然開普渡闡道遇門人

吾乃金丹道祖師姚鶴天。奉敕旨。來臨壇軒。面晤有緣。借沙盤與木筆。對徒訴言。哈哈

金丹大道昔未傳。普化乾坤結善緣。真法未敢付弟子。只講唸經並參禪。煉就九九純陽體。專待末著來收圓。修持金丹六十二。始能功課漸漸鮮。光陰流水快似箭。失去不回怎參玄。那時天命未普渡。只在暗中闡真玄。時機不到道難現。違了天命罪怎擔。所以真法未傳世。言玄豈能超氣圈。只傳金丹一條道。化人改惡待時年。三期末時天開選。真機復現在東園。奉命收圓弓長祖。仙佛共助辦三天。大幸大幸真大幸。淑範求得心法傳。不二法門即一貫。一以貫之玄妙參。可喜賢徒登彼岸。般若波羅出此圈。觀自在佛即此一。捨利抱住玄中含。如來古佛崇性理。捨衛傳法四九年。大道不二一家化。一分三教聖佛仙。爾今得逢明師指。斬斷枷鎖脫出淵。了明色空空色相。勿惹私慾即此玄。前花開足今結果。可見先苦而後甜。休論無有兒和女。前有善根無孽冤。父子母女前生債。方有今生大清還。爾若不信世上看。時下焉有孝順賢。皆是忤逆人倫變。世風不古尚詐奸。弄人為樂欺善信。膽大包天實難言。善善惡惡自分判。盡在目前爾再觀。一埸大變更星斗。罡風四起鬼神寒。不久不久爾惺吧。整裝速渡爾有緣。共同返本萬歸一。同朝無生回靈山。今遇奇緣諄諄告。淑範心中切詳參。止機不判辭駕。返回無極養性天。哈哈退

純陽帝君指示訓

七月十七日　於大年陳家莊陳宗廷、李煥文、路寅修公求指示訓

道降東魯一貫法門　三千六百終歸本根　識透此機皆是賢人　加功勇進萬八長春

我乃純陽帝君。奉敕旨。來到壇宸。參叩天。會見煥文。宗廷寅修一齊來臨。聽祖批判。真理妙文。哈哈

子會開天立道盤。丑會闢地寅降男。開天闢地六萬載。始到如今午未年。將到秋季開普渡。千門萬戶齊臨凡。先天大道只一個。道無二傳一貫先。孔子傳道言一貫。老子釋迦儒一般。以一而貫兼萬善。通天徹地盡包含。左道旁門引入岸。勸人為善同歸源。賢徒誠心設壇辦。替代為祖化有緣。因爾心誠上天感。才歸正路不二傳。道有三千六百種。玄關一竅是根源。自古軒轅七二師。終受一指升理天。須治拋棄江山業。乃入深山去參禪。張良宰相不願做。脫殼飛昇煉浩然。自古多少英雄漢。超塵入聖成佛仙。如今賢徒歸正路。超生了死我心歡。不負我心成全爾。終久能以歸真傳。此乃慈開恩典。不然怎能得真玄。道分三乘上中下。上乘大法無為然。中乘之法去打坐。下乘之法煉韻篇。咱們之壇是中乘。引人上岸學禮廉。千門萬戶一貫了。萬事萬物在內邊。既入正道加猛勇。改頭換面另一番。希望極性努力辦。率領全壇要心堅。後天改為先天鸞。代辦道註格盤。行功之日在此際。千萬勿負祖心田。我在天宮拍手笑。緣份已到明玄關。從今不在五行內。三界以上天外天。超氣入理享極樂。清靜無為萬八年。極性賢徒遵吾訓。千萬勿當此等閑。中乘改為上乘法。可稱咱歸第一壇。皆因賢徒誠心感。入了一貫了前愆。為何他壇不知道。叫他入道也枉然。緣份未到不能強。再等一二齊入盤。今日指明先天路。修心養性外宣傳。己立立人勸為善。明德新民自己參。大學之道一貫理。天命率性內包含。昨日得道明師指。玄關一竅亙古難。得明此竅無上妙。惟精惟一允厥間。十六真言曰天性。性者理也是本源。本源便是玄關竅。無字真經了塵凡。此乃三期之大令。咱壇淺淺難此傳。如今得道明性理。還有合同一妙玄。三寶記住為重要。西天大路由此觀。多望煥文代化。率領眾徒齊助肩。天然便是收圓祖。辦理大事在後邊。回到壇中可宣佈。將我言善勸回還。如無緣份不多話。我再下手勸良賢。神人合一辦大事。天道費穩人難參。自今普傳三千界。五湖四海共恩沾。行功行功早前趕。為祖盼望當向前。心腹之語全言盡。遵訓而辦理當然。還有佛位一件事。供在當中不倚偏。如若供錯欺君罪。神人此罪重萬千。極性遵之而前辦。廷棟可以加成全。此次開荒功莫大。將我弟子點了玄。幸苦過甚實勞碌。可到我壇觀一觀。供佛位要看準。才是良善天榜懸。別言不告如此辦。到時老樂陶然。收了一戶少一戶。少了一事少心田。吾呂告盡一番語。不再多批辭顏。起來起來事已完。老喜歡眾善男。從今改頭要換面。立下大志要衝天。遵師重道加功辦。抱道奉行助天然。爾等陳壇入天道。也當多謝引保咱。別事不告算了罷。以後有事咱再談。哈哈退

西天接引佛勸各道待求真道訓

民國廿九年歲次庚辰年二月初二日

西風諷諷吹葉黃　天道普渡挽賢良　接續真宗傳心法　引眾原子返樂鄉

我本西天接引佛。奉敕旨離上蒼。先參聖。再批訓章。哈哈

天時急緊莫徬徨。代天宣化挽賢良。三期末會時已至。紅陽交宮換白陽。千門萬教速覺悟。同拜收圓老無皇。三期收圓各道曉。為何還在睡夢鄉。各宜趕早去掛號。齊赴陽明大道場。各道皆知換盤事。等的收圓老⊙娘。時期已至莫遲誤。錯過機過悔莫當。彌勒古佛臨凡事。俗衣埋名坐中央。千佛萬祖須離位。皆助收圓下天堂。恐怕原人迷了路。各處飛鸞廣宣揚。若是原來真佛子。夙緣早種登慈航。若不惺悟抱死道。枉費前功修一場。誤了三期龍華會。難脫輪迴並無常。根基深的性不昧。得道誠修保安康。若問三元會何處。拜求明師訪弓長。一貫真傳無為道。正大光明崇華堂。不穩不瞞真指點。大開普渡找賢良。訪著弓長天然祖。點開玄關講周詳。指導返本歸家路。理天之內拜親娘。千門萬道大聚會。九六皇胎返故鄉。三乘九品定果位。脫去俗衣換仙裳。大小各有蓮台位。按功定果名聲香。設立龍華團圓會。萬教歸一同一堂。不生不滅常清靜。永續長生住天堂。有緣識透一貫理。就是長生不老方。普告千門並萬教。各教首領早主張。天命明師得指點。行功立德答上蒼。休要任性自誇獎。守死抱道無下場。若是疑惑不定心。豈不害了眾賢良。各道門中有憑據。道書之上說的詳。打查對號傳心印。雲城躲劫兒見娘。誰領多少原人去。誰領多少轉還鄉。各道領袖率徒眾。功交彌勒拜佛王。指原人、合英賢、眾皇胎、我收圓、吾今日、代天宣化惺大賢。各道門、師與徒、信女合善男。參我訓在言。快訪老收圓。有條光明路。要找也不難。熟讀我訓語。萬道一貫連。青葉紅花白蓮藕。三佛應運換天盤。三期彌勒古佛掌。無生老總收圓。有緣有福能趕上。無緣無福趕上難。千門萬教細參論。認祖返本上法盤。找著一貫莫放手。自然能見娘收圓。機會難逢莫錯過。一失人身萬劫難。失了靈光無價寶。本性墜落就算完。難脫輪迴走六道。生生死死苦難言。再想轉成人身體。夢幻泡影是枉然。並勸各道修行客。各人打打這算盤。各人生死各人了。脫過劫運是神仙。機會休錯過。快快接天緣。訪著弓長祖。點你玄妙玄。渡你回家去。叩見老收圓。理天之內拜無生。永享清福不落凡。您若自誤了。又等十萬八千年。訓至此處不多論。我回極樂不流連。可將此訓傳。警惺各道眾良賢。退

您若已得道　早早發心渡有緣　您若未求道　速速訪道尋前賢　誠心信一封　佛印道信送府中　誠意話一通　天使接您上天宮

附錄

民國卅七年歲次戊子年端陽節　大眾公求師尊結緣　崇華堂

天道本來平常易　然何希希奇奇　古往今來聖賢理　佛說無我無你　天道皆由人道起　然何標異立奇　古聖那個違孝悌　佛魔全由我你　天演淘汰考圈立　然何爾等好奇　古道熱腸有幾個　佛我只有憐你　天眼光明實難欺　然何作偽自奇　古今真道就一理　佛我靜坐看你

我本天然古佛。萬國教主。來此佛樓。進堂叩上帝尊駕。會賢徒。悲喜交集。咳

眾善信修真道何所謂真　首須要認真理實心奉行　受天命之謂性無形無象　天道體幾人見有色有聲　前聖神察天地因事生禮　聖法天即謂其大德日生　須自然因時序當然之理　冬則裘夏則葛依次而成　三歲童無不知愛其父母　及其長無不知敬其長兄　愛父母敬長兄性道之體　成人後知美好情慾漸生　氣稟拘物慾蔽漸失本體　自性中之美德有損不盈　有幾人及壯年尚愛父母　縱然愛亦不如三歲兒童　牛山木本來是森森茂盛　旦旦伐無盡夜枝葉難生　先覺者有見此大生惻隱　恐後人傷良心理不勝情　倡五教立倫理垂法規世　講道德說仁義一再申明　法聖賢就得要體察真理　忠恕道原來在孝悌而生　為師我到世間五十九載　古聖賢有幾個不孝不忠　風霜苦言不盡朝乾夕惕　辦真道有幾個不孝不忠　愈好人愈吃虧師心不忍　夜不眠想諸徒歎氣連聲　假天機信口言矯造天命　一般的貪妄子一意胡行　師在世為徒眾苦難受盡　考掉了無算子猶在夢中　師在世告誡爾勿貪勿妄　師在世為徒眾九死一生　師在世告誡爾進德匪易　師在世告誡爾天道非輕　德不修非不講非非是是　一言失終身玷永難潔清　自絕於老皇天犯了大願　學刻薄不放厚尚自誇能　藉機命愚後學壟斷勢力　毀於道謗為師天律怎容　立了願再立願重重立願　不忠孝只投機得意忘形　所為的也不過貪妄兩字　為中為造己勢盡入邪中　只考得忠孝徒痛心退隱　只考得忠孝徒正義難行　只考的忠孝徒仰天浩嘆　只考的忠孝徒頓足捶胸　將一般貪妄者考出本相　將一般假忠孝考出真容　到時來只落個投機取巧　到時來只落個萬世臭名　以權詐為能力真道假修　以聲色與法術認為上乘　真實法忠孝理全然不講　排大道失人道邪教相同　那知道天道理作法自斃　絕不容假面具八方玲瓏　將天道全看成權詐之術　將天道全看成名利相爭　有賢徒抱真理中道不倚　誠己意正己心大孝大忠　嘆只嘆修人情不辨邪正　只知道修天機專待成功　只知道看眼前小忠小信　將忠孝之大節看如空空　聖賢中之大法居仁由義　孝悌者人之本當作耳風　老皇天有一本無情大賬　天時到一一的全記分明　天時到張貼出大公金榜　有的哭有的笑有的捶胸　天時到莫怨師不告爾等　孽根種貪嗔怒念念不平　一念生百千萬全由己造　快快的速回頭孝悌力行　為師批此訓章言

幾句偈語細昧玩。哈哈止。一、有存念頭不得正　大圈小圈一樣同　為人識透其妙意　月自朗來風自清。二、修道原為了脫苦　為何修道苦更多　道本無苦人自苦　為何修道苦更多。三、為師天命真不真　何曾了爾苦難因　無情大願重重立　苦求機命不修身。四、修道本易何求難　自立重重劫難關　造關自己拆自己　拆了一關立一關。五、人生不過幾十年　不求良心求妄貪　萬八基業皆由己　未來聖賢古聖賢。六、聲色化民亦法乘　莫被法乘誤一生　一理之外無他理　不偏不倚方算中。咳

為師吾觀如今心中慘嘆　各方的賢弟子中心不安　有幾個害群馬貪心妄想　將天道看虛假行巧弄奸　以人意作天心稱佛號祖　以小忠與小信昧心狂言　最堪嘆一般的真誠弟子　犧牲命佈天道堅志向前　上天考到如今墮入魔圈　耍手腕倡邪論欺人瞞天　最是那沾天恩作威作福　以己欲為妙法肆意狂顛　霸一方之道務為己勢力　不行孝不報恩肆口亂言　將為師之家屬割離分散　懋明兒終日裏守在靈前　要是師好弟子天良早現　以良心來作事方稱標桿　天道理循環報絲毫不爽　假仁義少道德永墜深淵　天佛院師不時常常探看　眾亡靈齊號哭跪求師顏　自子孫與兒女一味瞎幹　忘掉了祖與玄受爾累連　師安慰眾靈徒萬勿難過　承師恩受師德拋師一邊　忘了師那知道忘了自己　萬八業就在此有數幾年　咳

眾賢徒當牢記為師之語　將幾首俚言詩細細昧參　有否事在壇前速速講說　說一說良心語為師明全

（眾答：自師歸後，道盤亂到此等地步……略。眾大哭。）咳咳

聞徒言不由師淚流滿腮　賢弟子速起立勿再悲哀　此亦是天註定有此一考　如不考怎分出賢與不才　孔促尼苦奔波四下餘載　群弟子三千數盡為賢才　講仁義杏壇教刪詩定禮　在當世受譭謗不能頭抬　七十三歸天去大道永在　體師心斷師志七二賢才　守墓旁整三年子貢六載　師宗絕接子思孔祀永培　到今日廟堂內師徒永在　子子孫享聖業誰不仰哉　我賢徒欲報恩力效顏曾　這才是萬八業不朽不壞　萬不可灰心志心思退隱　萬不可因其小誤了大哉　真師徒假師徒由此分判　真勝邪邪勝真自然分裁　唉

仲尼沒邪說興真道隱藏　不歸楊則歸墨人心顛狂　真道脈一直存孟軻方顯　拒楊墨闢邪說天道顯揚　時不同然事體前後一樣　雜說出自稱命亂出邪旁　是賢徒體師意立身為本　歸三心主忠信謹守綱常　大德者全都以綱常為本　失綱常成聖神斷無此章　坤道家當要守三從四德　為萬世立法則不言而彰　批至此告徒眾此訓廣佈　刊印出各立功遠近傳揚

辭駕異日會收機回返　別徒眾心悲酸淚流行行　咳！師批此訓留血言　迷徒速醒早日還　妄貪妄為無恩義　難脫九九大劫關。退

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Source text: 萬祖歸真 (Wànzǔ Guīzhēn). Compiled by Sun Zhaoxiang (孫兆祥). Spirit-writing sessions from 1938–1948. Shandong Province, China. Retrieved from taolibrary.com (善書圖書館), category 9 (一貫道經典), entry c9023. Accessed March 2026.

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