Canonical Classics ← 第十二回
第十二回
tángwángbǐngchéngxiūhuì
guānyīnxiǎnshènghuàjīnchán

The Tang King, Sincere in Faith, Convenes the Grand Assembly · Guanyin, Manifesting Her Holy Form, Transforms the Golden Cicada

賜號捻土
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賜號捻土 The Name Bestowed; The Pinch of Dust

tàizōngjuéyòuwènyuē:「hàoshénchēng?」xuánzàngdào:「pínsēngchūjiārénwèigǎnchēnghào。」tàizōngdào:「dāngshíshuō西tiānyǒujīngsānzàngzhǐjīnghàohàozuòsānzàng?」xuánzàngyòuxièēnjiēlejiǔdào:「xiàjiǔnǎisēngjiātóujièpínsēngwéirénhuìyǐnjiǔ。」tàizōngdào:「jīnzhīxíngshìtóngnǎijiǔzhǐyǐnbēijìnzhènfèngjiànzhī。」sānzànggǎnshòujiēlejiǔfāngdàiyàoyǐnzhǐjiàntàizōngtóujiāngzhǐshízuǒchéndànjiǔzhōngsānzàngjiětàizōngxiàodào:「azhèdào西tiānshíhuí?」sānzàngdào:「zhǐzàisānniánjìnghuíshàngguó。」tàizōngdào:「jiǔniánshēnshānyáoyuǎnjìnjiǔníngliànběnxiāngniǎnàixiāngwànliǎngjīn。」sānzàngfāngniǎnzhīxièēnyǐnjìnxièchūguānértángwángjiàhuítàizōngjuéyòuwènyuē:「hàoshénchēng?」xuánzàngdào:「pínsēngchūjiārénwèigǎnchēnghào。」tàizōngdào:「dāngshíshuō西tiānyǒujīngsānzàngzhǐjīnghàohàozuòsānzàng?」xuánzàngyòuxièēnjiēlejiǔdào:「xiàjiǔnǎisēngjiātóujièpínsēngwéirénhuìyǐnjiǔ。」tàizōngdào:「jīnzhīxíngshìtóngnǎijiǔzhǐyǐnbēijìnzhènfèngjiànzhī。」sānzànggǎnshòujiēlejiǔfāngdàiyàoyǐnzhǐjiàntàizōngtóujiāngzhǐshízuǒchéndànjiǔzhōngsānzàngjiětàizōngxiàodào:「azhèdào西tiānshíhuí?」sānzàngdào:「zhǐzàisānniánjìnghuíshàngguó。」tàizōngdào:「jiǔniánshēnshānyáoyuǎnjìnjiǔníngliànběnxiāngniǎnàixiāngwànliǎngjīn。」sānzàngfāngniǎnzhīxièēnyǐnjìnxièchūguānértángwángjiàhuí


逐句解 Line by line

tàizōngjuéyòuwènyuē:「hàoshénchēng?」 tàizōngjuéyòuwènyuē:「hàoshénchēng?」

Taizong raised the cup and asked: 'What is the Imperial Brother's elegant style-name?'

in 甚稱 ('what is [it] styled') is the interrogative shén; 雅號 is a literary style-name.

xuánzàngdào:「pínsēngchūjiārénwèigǎnchēnghào。」 xuánzàngdào:「pínsēngchūjiārénwèigǎnchēnghào。」

Xuanzang said: 'Your poor monk is one who has left the household; I have not presumed to take a style-name.'

As a monk, Xuanzang has renounced the worldly custom of a literary sobriquet.

tàizōngdào:「dāngshíshuō西tiānyǒujīngsānzàngzhǐjīnghàohàozuòsānzàng?」 tàizōngdào:「dāngshíshuō西tiānyǒujīngsānzàngzhǐjīnghàohàozuòsānzàng?」

Taizong said: 'The Bodhisattva said just now that in the Western Heaven there are scriptures in Three Baskets. The Imperial Brother might take his name from the scriptures — what if you were styled "Tripitaka"?'

Both occurrences of in 三藏 ('the Three Baskets,' the Tripiṭaka) are zàng. The emperor coins the name by which Xuanzang will be known for the rest of the novel — Sanzang, 'Tripiṭaka.'

xuánzàngyòuxièēnjiēlejiǔdào:「xiàjiǔnǎisēngjiātóujièpínsēngwéirénhuìyǐnjiǔ。」 xuánzàngyòuxièēnjiēlejiǔdào:「xiàjiǔnǎisēngjiātóujièpínsēngwéirénhuìyǐnjiǔ。」

Xuanzang thanked him again, and taking the imperial wine said: 'Your Majesty, wine is the very first prohibition of the monk's house; since I became a man, I have never drunk wine.'

in 自為人 ('since I became a man') is wéi. The prohibition on alcohol is the first of the monastic precepts.

tàizōngdào:「jīnzhīxíngshìtóngnǎijiǔzhǐyǐnbēijìnzhènfèngjiànzhī。」 tàizōngdào:「jīnzhīxíngshìtóngnǎijiǔzhǐyǐnbēijìnzhènfèngjiànzhī。」

Taizong said: 'Today's journey is unlike other matters; this is but a plain wine — drink only this one cup, to fulfill my wish to speed you on your way.'

素酒 ('plain wine') is understood as unfermented or mild, that a monk might take; in 以盡...之意 is jìn.

sānzànggǎnshòujiēlejiǔfāngdàiyàoyǐnzhǐjiàntàizōngtóujiāngzhǐshízuǒchéndànjiǔzhōng sānzànggǎnshòujiēlejiǔfāngdàiyàoyǐnzhǐjiàntàizōngtóujiāngzhǐshízuǒchéndànjiǔzhōng

Tripitaka dared not refuse; he took the wine and was just about to drink, when he saw Taizong bend down, pinch up a bit of dust with his imperial fingers, and flick it into the cup.

in 三藏 is zàng; in 將御指 is the disposal jiāng. The emperor's strange gesture sets up the parting lesson.

sānzàngjiětàizōngxiàodào:「azhèdào西tiānshíhuí?」 sānzàngjiětàizōngxiàodào:「azhèdào西tiānshíhuí?」

Tripitaka did not understand his meaning, and Taizong smiled and said: 'Imperial Brother — this journey to the Western Heaven, when will you return?'

in 三藏 is zàng.

sānzàngdào:「zhǐzàisānniánjìnghuíshàngguó。」 sānzàngdào:「zhǐzàisānniánjìnghuíshàngguó。」

Tripitaka said: 'In but three years I shall come straight back to the high land.'

in 三藏 is zàng. His confident estimate — three years — will prove far short of the fourteen the journey takes.

tàizōngdào:「jiǔniánshēnshānyáoyuǎnjìnjiǔníngliànběnxiāngniǎnàixiāngwànliǎngjīn。」 tàizōngdào:「jiǔniánshēnshānyáoyuǎnjìnjiǔníngliànběnxiāngniǎnàixiāngwànliǎngjīn。」

Taizong said: 'The days will be long and the years deep, the mountains far and the road distant. Let the Imperial Brother drink this wine, and: better to cherish one pinch of your native soil than to love ten thousand taels of another land's gold.'

The emperor's parting couplet — 寧戀本鄉一捻土,莫愛他鄉萬兩金 — is one of the most quoted lines of the novel, a lesson in love of homeland; the pinch of dust in the cup was its wordless emblem. Spoken as a proverb, it is set here as prose rather than as cited verse.

sānzàngfāngniǎnzhīxièēnyǐnjìnxièchūguānértángwángjiàhuí sānzàngfāngniǎnzhīxièēnyǐnjìnxièchūguānértángwángjiàhuí

Then Tripitaka grasped the meaning of the pinched dust, and thanking him again, drank the cup dry, took his leave, and went out beyond the barrier. The Tang king's carriage returned.

in 三藏 is zàng; in 飲盡 ('drank dry') is jìn. With the cup drained and the barrier crossed, the pilgrimage proper begins.


總評 Commentary

The chapter's final scene gives Xuanzang both his name and his deepest charge. Taizong styles him 'Tripitaka' after the Three Baskets of scripture he goes to fetch — the name that will identify him through the whole journey — and then, in the celebrated pinch-of-dust farewell, teaches him a lesson no rescript could carry. Flicking a bit of native earth into the wine, the emperor draws out the couplet that has become proverbial: better one pinch of home soil than a fortune in foreign gold. The gesture binds the cosmic pilgrimage to the tie of homeland, and the wine — which the monk cannot refuse his sworn brother and sovereign — seals the bond. Tripitaka's confident 'three years' hangs over the parting with quiet irony, for the reader knows the road will take fourteen; and as he drinks and passes beyond the barrier, the long journey west at last begins.