Canonical Classics ← 第十三回
第十三回
xiànxuéjīnxīngjiěè
shuāngchālǐngqīnliúsēng

Trapped in the Tiger's Den, the Gold Star Dispels the Peril · At Twin-Fork Ridge, Liu Boqin Takes In the Monk

兩界山別
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

兩界山別 The Parting at Two-Boundary Mountain

xíngjīngbànzhǐjiànduìmiànchùyǒuzuòshānzhēnshìgāojiēqīngxiāocuīwēixiǎnjùnsānzàngshídàolebiānqiántàibǎodēngshānxíngpíngzhèngzǒudàobànshānzhīzhōngqīnhuíshēnxiàdào:「zhǎnglǎoqǐngqiánjìnquègàohuí。」sānzàngwényángǔnānxiàdào:「qiānwàngǎnláotàibǎozàisòngchéng。」qīndào:「zhǎnglǎozhīshānhuànzuòliǎngjièshāndōngbànbiānshǔtángsuǒguǎn西bànbiānnǎishìdejièxiānglángxiángquènéngguòjiè。」sānzàngxīnjīnglūnkāishǒuqiānzhímèilèinánfēnzhèngzàidīngníngbàibiézhīzhǐtīngshānjiǎoxiàjiàohǎnléidào:「shīláishīlái!」xiàdesānzàngchīdāiqīnzhēngjìngzhīshìshénrénjiàohǎnqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiěxíngjīngbànzhǐjiànduìmiànchùyǒuzuòshānzhēnshìgāojiēqīngxiāocuīwēixiǎnjùnsānzàngshídàolebiānqiántàibǎodēngshānxíngpíngzhèngzǒudàobànshānzhīzhōngqīnhuíshēnxiàdào:「zhǎnglǎoqǐngqiánjìnquègàohuí。」sānzàngwényángǔnānxiàdào:「qiānwàngǎnláotàibǎozàisòngchéng。」qīndào:「zhǎnglǎozhīshānhuànzuòliǎngjièshāndōngbànbiānshǔtángsuǒguǎn西bànbiānnǎishìdejièxiānglángxiángquènéngguòjiè。」sānzàngxīnjīnglūnkāishǒuqiānzhímèilèinánfēnzhèngzàidīngníngbàibiézhīzhǐtīngshānjiǎoxiàjiàohǎnléidào:「shīláishīlái!」xiàdesānzàngchīdāiqīnzhēngjìngzhīshìshénrénjiàohǎnqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiě


逐句解 Line by line

xíngjīngbànzhǐjiànduìmiànchùyǒuzuòshānzhēnshìgāojiēqīngxiāocuīwēixiǎnjùnsānzàngshídàolebiānqiántàibǎodēngshānxíngpíngzhèngzǒudàobànshānzhīzhōngqīnhuíshēnxiàdào:「zhǎnglǎoqǐngqiánjìnquègàohuí。」sānzàngwényángǔnānxiàdào:「qiānwàngǎnláotàibǎozàisòngchéng。」qīndào:「zhǎnglǎozhīshānhuànzuòliǎngjièshāndōngbànbiānshǔtángsuǒguǎn西bànbiānnǎishìdejièxiānglángxiángquènéngguòjiè。」sānzàngxīnjīnglūnkāishǒuqiānzhímèilèinánfēnzhèngzàidīngníngbàibiézhīzhǐtīngshānjiǎoxiàjiàohǎnléidào:「shīláishīlái!」xiàdesānzàngchīdāiqīnzhēng xíngjīngbànzhǐjiànduìmiànchùyǒuzuòshānzhēnshìgāojiēqīngxiāocuīwēixiǎnjùnsānzàngshídàolebiānqiántàibǎodēngshānxíngpíngzhèngzǒudàobànshānzhīzhōngqīnhuíshēnxiàdào:「zhǎnglǎoqǐngqiánjìnquègàohuí。」sānzàngwényángǔnānxiàdào:「qiānwàngǎnláotàibǎozàisòngchéng。」qīndào:「zhǎnglǎozhīshānhuànzuòliǎngjièshāndōngbànbiānshǔtángsuǒguǎn西bànbiānnǎishìdejièxiānglángxiángquènéngguòjiè。」sānzàngxīnjīnglūnkāishǒuqiānzhímèilèinánfēnzhèngzàidīngníngbàibiézhīzhǐtīngshānjiǎoxiàjiàohǎnléidào:「shīláishīlái!」xiàdesānzàngchīdāiqīnzhēng

They had journeyed half a day when, on the side opposite, they saw a great mountain, one that truly reached up to touch the blue empyrean, towering and steep and sheer. In no long time Sanzang came up before it. The Guardian climbed this mountain as though walking on level ground; but when they had come to the middle of the range, Boqin turned about and stood at the foot of the path, saying: "Elder, pray go forward on your own; I must here take my leave." Hearing this, Sanzang tumbled from his saddle and said: "I beg and implore the Guardian to see me one stage further." Boqin said: "Elder, you do not know. This mountain is called the Mountain of Two Boundaries; its eastern half belongs to the governance of our Great Tang, but its western half is the territory of the Tatars. The wolves and tigers over yonder do not submit to my subduing, and I for my part may not cross the boundary; you must go on by yourself." Sanzang was stricken with fear; he flung out his hands and clung to Boqin's clothes and sleeves, his tears falling, loath to part. And just at this moment of earnest leave-taking, there came from the foot of the mountain a shout like thunder, crying: "My master is come! My master is come!" It frightened Sanzang out of his wits, and left Boqin dumbstruck.

兩界山 (Liǎng-jiè Shān), the "Mountain of Two Boundaries," is exactly what its name says: east of the ridgeline is Tang, west of it is not. Boqin's authority ends at that line and he says so plainly — the wolves and tigers over there do not answer to him. 我降 uses in the sense "to subdue," read xiáng, as against jiàng, "to descend," which is how the same character was read back in the opening poem when the emperor sent his edict down. Then the shout comes from under the mountain — "My master is come!" — and that is Sun Wukong, pinned there five hundred years and about to be let out. The first disciple announces himself before anyone has laid eyes on him.

jìngzhīshìshénrénjiàohǎnqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiě jìngzhīshìshénrénjiàohǎnqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiě

There is no telling, in the end, who it was that shouted; and for that, you must listen to the explanation in the next chapter.

且聽下回分解, "listen to the explanation in the next chapter," is the storyteller's standard sign-off — the line that ends every installment, cutting away at the worst possible moment and sending the audience home wanting the next one.


總評 Commentary

The chapter ends at a border, which is the right place for it. Boqin has carried the pilgrim out of the wilderness, fed him, sheltered him and walked him halfway up a mountain, and now he stops: the Tang writ reaches this far and no further, and neither does he.

The parting is played for real feeling. Xuanzang comes off his horse, catches at the hunter's sleeves, and cries — a grown man clinging to a near-stranger at the edge of the known world. It is the last image in a chapter that has shown him kept alive at every single step by other people's kindness.

And then, at the exact moment he is about to be left alone, a voice like thunder from under the mountain: "My master is come!" The reader knows who that is. Xuanzang does not, and the novel stops there — mid-shout, question unanswered, in the storyteller's oldest manner.

It is a well-chosen cut. Everything up to here has been the pilgrim on his own, helpless and rescued by luck and heaven. What is buried under that mountain changes the arrangement permanently.