Canonical Classics ← 第十三回
第十三回
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Trapped in the Tiger's Den, the Gold Star Dispels the Peril · At Twin-Fork Ridge, Liu Boqin Takes In the Monk

獵戶當前
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獵戶當前 The Hunter Comes Down the Slope

quèshuōsuīyǒuzāizhūnquèyǒujiùyìngzhèngzàimìngchùránjiànchóngbēnzǒuyāoshòufēitáoměngqiánzōngchángshéyǐnsānzàngtáitóukànshízhǐjiànrénshǒuzhígāngchāyāoxuángōngjiànshānqiánzhuǎnchūguǒránshìtiáohǎohànkànquèshuōsuīyǒuzāizhūnquèyǒujiùyìngzhèngzàimìngchùránjiànchóngbēnzǒuyāoshòufēitáoměngqiánzōngchángshéyǐnsānzàngtáitóukànshízhǐjiànrénshǒuzhígāngchāyāoxuángōngjiànshānqiánzhuǎnchūguǒránshìtiáohǎohànkàn

tóushàngdàidǐngàihuābānbàomàoshēnshàng穿chuānlǐngyángróngzhījǐnluóyāojiānshùtiáoshīmándàijiǎoxiàduìxuētóushàngdàidǐngàihuābānbàomàoshēnshàng穿chuānlǐngyángróngzhījǐnluóyāojiānshùtiáoshīmándàijiǎoxiàduìxuē
huányǎnyuánjīngdiàoquānluànrǎoshìkuíhuányǎnyuánjīngdiàoquānluànrǎoshìkuí
xuánnángyàogōngshǐgǎndiǎngāngchāxuánnángyàogōngshǐgǎndiǎngāngchā
léishēngzhènshānchóngdǎnyǒngměngjīngcánzhìhúnléishēngzhènshānchóngdǎnyǒngměngjīngcánzhìhún

逐句解 Line by line

quèshuōsuīyǒuzāizhūnquèyǒujiùyìngzhèngzàimìngchùránjiànchóngbēnzǒuyāoshòufēitáoměngqiánzōngchángshéyǐnsānzàngtáitóukànshízhǐjiànrénshǒuzhígāngchāyāoxuángōngjiànshānqiánzhuǎnchūguǒránshìtiáohǎohànkàn quèshuōsuīyǒuzāizhūnquèyǒujiùyìngzhèngzàimìngchùránjiànchóngbēnzǒuyāoshòufēitáoměngqiánzōngchángshéyǐnsānzàngtáitóukànshízhǐjiànrénshǒuzhígāngchāyāoxuángōngjiànshānqiánzhuǎnchūguǒránshìtiáohǎohànkàn

Now although he had his calamity, he had his rescue as well. Just at that point when his life seemed past all saving, he suddenly saw the venomous insects scurry away, the monstrous beasts take flight, the fierce tigers slink into hiding, and the long snakes withdraw from sight. When Sanzang raised his head to look, he saw a single man, a steel trident in his grasp and bow and arrows at his waist, coming out from before the mountain slope — a stalwart fellow indeed. See him now:

卻說他雖有災迍,卻有救應 — “although he had calamity, he had rescue too” — is a storyteller's formula that both reassures the audience and articulates the novel's providential logic: peril and deliverance are paired. The trident-bearing hunter is Liu Boqin, though the passage withholds his name until he speaks.

tóushàngdàidǐngàihuābānbàomàoshēnshàng穿chuānlǐngyángróngzhījǐnluóyāojiānshùtiáoshīmándàijiǎoxiàduìxuē tóushàngdàidǐngàihuābānbàomàoshēnshàng穿chuānlǐngyángróngzhījǐnluóyāojiānshùtiáoshīmándàijiǎoxiàduìxuē

On his head he wore a mottled leopard-skin cap patterned like mugwort leaves; on his body a robe of figured brocade woven from lamb's-wool; about his waist a belt clasped with a lion-and-barbarian device; and on his feet a pair of boots of muntjac hide.

獅蠻帶 (shī mán dài), a “lion-and-barbarian belt,” is a martial girdle whose clasp bears the figure of a lion; the stanza catalogues the hunter's rugged mountain gear.

huányǎnyuánjīngdiàoquānluànrǎoshìkuí huányǎnyuánjīngdiàoquānluànrǎoshìkuí

Ring-round eyes and staring pupils, like a mourner come to call; a curling beard in wild disorder, like the star-spirit of the River Kui.

河奎 alludes to (Kuí), one of the twenty-eight lunar lodges, figured as a bristling, martial spirit — the comparison casts the hunter as fierce and stellar.

xuánnángyàogōngshǐgǎndiǎngāngchā xuánnángyàogōngshǐgǎndiǎngāngchā

Slung with a quiver of poisoned arrows and bow; gripping a great trident of tempered steel.

léishēngzhènshānchóngdǎnyǒngměngjīngcánzhìhún léishēngzhènshānchóngdǎnyǒngměngjīngcánzhìhún

His thunderous voice would burst the gall of the mountain vermin; his fierce valour would shake the very souls of the wild pheasants.


總評 Commentary

The hunter's arrival is announced by the flight of the beasts, and the same providential formula that opens the passage — “though he had calamity, he had rescue too” — states plainly the pattern the scene enacts: Sanzang's extremity is the cue for deliverance. As with the fiends of the pit, the newcomer is introduced by a formal portrait, but the mode is now admiring rather than mock-heroic: the leopard-skin cap and muntjac boots, the lion-clasped belt, the poisoned arrows and steel trident, the thunderous voice that cows the wild things — all build the figure of a formidable mountain-hunter. He is Liu Boqin, the “Guardian of the Mountain,” though the verse and the prose alike keep his name back for his own mouth; and his appearance marks the turn of the chapter from the terrors of the wilderness to the human hospitality of its second half.