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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

長老辭葷
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長老辭葷 The Monk Who Eats No Meat

shuōhuàjiānjuédetiānjiāngwǎnxiǎodemenpáikāizhuōdèngpánlànshúròuténgténgdefàngzàishàngmiànqīnqǐngsānzàngquányòngzàilìngbànfànsānzàngzhǎngdāngxiōngdào:「shànzāipínsēngmántàibǎoshuōchūniángtāijiùzuòshànggèngxiǎochīhūn。」qīnwénshuōchényínlebànshǎngdào:「zhǎnglǎohánjiādàiláixiǎochījiùshìyǒuxiēzhúsǔncǎixiēěrxúnxiēgāncàizuòxiēdòufudōushìzhāng鹿bàodeyóujiānquèshènchùyǒuliǎngyǎnguōzàodōushìyóutòulezhèděngnàifǎnshìqǐngzhǎnglǎodeshì。」sānzàngdào:「tàibǎoduōxīnqǐngshòuyòngpínsēngjiùshìsānchīfànrěnèzhǐshìgǎnlezhāijiè。」qīndào:「tǎnghuòèquèzhī?」sānzàngdào:「gǎndetàibǎotiānēnjiùchūlángcóngjiùshìèqiángwèi。」shuōhuàjiānjuédetiānjiāngwǎnxiǎodemenpáikāizhuōdèngpánlànshúròuténgténgdefàngzàishàngmiànqīnqǐngsānzàngquányòngzàilìngbànfànsānzàngzhǎngdāngxiōngdào:「shànzāipínsēngmántàibǎoshuōchūniángtāijiùzuòshànggèngxiǎochīhūn。」qīnwénshuōchényínlebànshǎngdào:「zhǎnglǎohánjiādàiláixiǎochījiùshìyǒuxiēzhúsǔncǎixiēěrxúnxiēgāncàizuòxiēdòufudōushìzhāng鹿bàodeyóujiānquèshènchùyǒuliǎngyǎnguōzàodōushìyóutòulezhèděngnàifǎnshìqǐngzhǎnglǎodeshì。」sānzàngdào:「tàibǎoduōxīnqǐngshòuyòngpínsēngjiùshìsānchīfànrěn饿èzhǐshìgǎnlezhāijiè。」qīndào:「tǎnghuò饿èquèzhī?」sānzàngdào:「gǎndetàibǎotiānēnjiùchūlángcóngjiùshì饿èqiángwèi。」


逐句解 Line by line

shuōhuàjiānjuédetiānjiāngwǎnxiǎodemenpáikāizhuōdèngpánlànshúròuténgténgdefàngzàishàngmiànqīnqǐngsānzàngquányòngzàilìngbànfànsānzàngzhǎngdāngxiōngdào:「shànzāipínsēngmántàibǎoshuōchūniángtāijiùzuòshànggèngxiǎochīhūn。」qīnwénshuōchényínlebànshǎngdào:「zhǎnglǎohánjiādàiláixiǎochījiùshìyǒuxiēzhúsǔncǎixiēěrxúnxiēgāncàizuòxiēdòufudōushìzhāng鹿bàodeyóujiānquèshènchùyǒuliǎngyǎnguōzàodōushìyóutòulezhèděngnàifǎnshìqǐngzhǎnglǎodeshì。」 shuōhuàjiānjuédetiānjiāngwǎnxiǎodemenpáikāizhuōdèngpánlànshúròuténgténgdefàngzàishàngmiànqīnqǐngsānzàngquányòngzàilìngbànfànsānzàngzhǎngdāngxiōngdào:「shànzāipínsēngmántàibǎoshuōchūniángtāijiùzuòshànggèngxiǎochīhūn。」qīnwénshuōchényínlebànshǎngdào:「zhǎnglǎohánjiādàiláixiǎochījiùshìyǒuxiēzhúsǔncǎixiēěrxúnxiēgāncàizuòxiēdòufudōushìzhāng鹿bàodeyóujiānquèshènchùyǒuliǎngyǎnguōzàodōushìyóutòulezhèděngnàifǎnshìqǐngzhǎnglǎodeshì。」

As they were talking, evening came on before they knew it. The servants set out table and benches and brought several dishes of well-cooked tiger meat, steaming hot, and laid them above. Boqin invited Sanzang to take some for the present, saying he would have other food prepared. Sanzang, pressing his palms together at his breast, said: "Bless you! I will not deceive the Guardian: from the time I left my mother's womb I have been a monk, and have never so much as known how to eat flesh." Hearing this, Boqin pondered a good while and said: "Elder, in my house, for generations back, we have not known how to eat vegetarian fare. We have a little bamboo shoot, and gather some wood-ears, and look out some dried greens, and make a little bean-curd — but they are all fried in the fat of roe and deer, of tiger and leopard, so there is hardly anything vegetarian about them. Even our two cooking-pots and their stoves are soaked through with grease. What is to be done? It turns out I have done wrong in inviting the elder at all."

A problem every host dreads, scaled up to farce. (hūn) is meat, and also the pungent alliums — garlic, onion, leek — that Buddhist discipline rules out; () is the vegetarian food that is left. Boqin's inventory of his kitchen is the joke: yes, there are bamboo shoots and wood-ear fungus and dried greens and bean-curd, and every one of them is fried in the fat of deer and tiger, and the pots themselves have been soaking up grease for generations. He arrives, honestly, at the conclusion that inviting the monk was his own mistake.

sānzàngdào:「tàibǎoduōxīnqǐngshòuyòngpínsēngjiùshìsānchīfànrěnèzhǐshìgǎnlezhāijiè。」qīndào:「tǎnghuòèquèzhī?」sānzàngdào:「gǎndetàibǎotiānēnjiùchūlángcóngjiùshìèqiángwèi。」 sānzàngdào:「tàibǎoduōxīnqǐngshòuyòngpínsēngjiùshìsānchīfànrěn饿èzhǐshìgǎnlezhāijiè。」qīndào:「tǎnghuò饿èquèzhī?」sānzàngdào:「gǎndetàibǎotiānēnjiùchūlángcóngjiùshì饿èqiángwèi。」

Sanzang said: "The Guardian need not trouble himself — pray take your own meal. Even were I this poor monk to go three or five days without eating, I could bear the hunger; only I dare not break my vow of abstinence." Boqin said: "But what if you should starve to death?" Sanzang said: "By the Guardian's Heaven-sent grace I have been saved out of the very thicket of tigers and wolves; and even were I to starve to death, it would be better than being fed to a tiger."

齋戒 (zhāi jiè) is the monastic rule of abstinence, and Xuanzang will not break it to save his life — which he says out loud, and means. The reply is more pointed than it looks: starving, he says, would still beat being fed to a tiger. He watched that happen last night. And the resolve is exactly what the Gold Star's gāthā had asked of him — do not let the hardships turn you against the errand.


總評 Commentary

Gentle comedy, and underneath it a test. The situation is entirely domestic — a vegetarian guest in a house that has never cooked anything but game — and it is worked out with real comic patience: the earnest catalogue of everything in the kitchen, the discovery that even the vegetables are fried in tiger fat, the flustered conclusion that the whole invitation was a blunder.

Against that, Xuanzang's refusal is quiet and absolute. Three days, five days without food; he can bear hunger; he will not break the rule. The comedy suddenly has a floor under it.

And it is of a piece with the portrait the chapter has been building. This is a man with no power to protect himself, carried through every danger by somebody else — and immovable on the one thing that is actually his to hold. The exchange also warms the friendship: each of them is worrying about the other.