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At the Guanyin Monastery the Monks Plot for the Treasure · At Black Wind Mountain the Fiend Steals the Cassock

一毫怠慢
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一毫怠慢 Not a Hair's Breadth Remiss

zhòngsēnglǐngnuòxíngzhěyòudào:「děngshùnkǒueryìngděnglejiùláifèngchéngkànshīdeyàoyányuèyǎngbáideyàoshuǐcǎo調tiáoyúnjiǎyǒuháoerchàlezhàozhèyànggùnmenkànkàn。」chèchūgùnzizhàohuǒshāodezhuānqiángshàngdexiàqiángdefěnsuìyòuzhèndàoleyǒucéngqiángzhòngsēngjiànleruǎnshēnguìzhetóulèidào:「kuānxīnqiánděngjiéqiánxīngòngfènglǎojuégǎnháodàimàn。」zhòngsēnglǐngnuòxíngzhěyòudào:「děngshùnkǒueryìngděnglejiùláifèngchéngkànshīdeyàoyányuèyǎngbáideyàoshuǐcǎotiáoyúnjiǎyǒuháoerchàlezhàozhèyànggùnmenkànkàn。」chèchūgùnzizhàohuǒshāodezhuānqiángshàngdexiàqiángdefěnsuìyòuzhèndàoleyǒucéngqiángzhòngsēngjiànleruǎnshēnguìzhetóulèidào:「kuānxīnqiánděngjiéqiánxīngòngfènglǎojuégǎnháodàimàn。」


逐句解 Line by line

zhòngsēnglǐngnuòxíngzhěyòudào:「děngshùnkǒueryìngděnglejiùláifèngchéng zhòngsēnglǐngnuòxíngzhěyòudào:「děngshùnkǒueryìngděnglejiùláifèngchéng

The monks assented. The Pilgrim went on, "And let none of you answer with the mouth only. The moment I am gone you will leave off your service.

順口兒答應 ("to assent with the mouth as it comes"); the is the neutral er, and is yìng. 奉承, to wait upon, to flatter. He knows precisely what an assent from this house is worth.

kànshīdeyàoyányuèyǎngbáideyàoshuǐcǎo調tiáoyún kànshīdeyàoyányuèyǎngbáideyàoshuǐcǎotiáoyún

"Whoever tends my master must have a pleasant face and a cheerful colour; whoever feeds the white horse must have his water and his grass in good measure.

怡顏悅色, a glad face and a pleased colour; 調勻 is tiáo yún, well-mixed and even. The instruction runs: pleasant expressions for the monk, correct fodder for the horse. It does not occur to him that the second is the harder demand.

jiǎyǒuháoerchàlezhàozhèyànggùnmenkànkàn。」 jiǎyǒuháoerchàlezhàozhèyànggùnmenkànkàn。」

"If there is so much as a hair's worth of fault in it, this is the sort of rod you shall have. Look at it."

一毫兒, "a hair's worth," with the neutral er; 差了 takes chà. 照依這個樣棍 — "after the pattern of this rod." He does not threaten them; he demonstrates.

chèchūgùnzizhàohuǒshāodezhuānqiángshàngdexià chèchūgùnzizhàohuǒshāodezhuānqiángshàngdexià

He drew out his cudgel, and against the fire-scorched brick wall he brought it down with a crack.

撲的一下, "with a crack, one blow." The wall he chooses is 火燒的磚牆, a brick wall burnt in the fire — his own handiwork, used as an anvil.

qiángdefěnsuìyòuzhèndàoleyǒucéngqiángzhòngsēngjiànleruǎnshēn qiángdefěnsuìyòuzhèndàoleyǒucéngqiángzhòngsēngjiànleruǎnshēn

The wall was smashed to powder, and seven or eight courses of wall behind it were shaken flat. Seeing this, every monk of them went soft in the bone and numb in the body;

打得 takes the neutral de. 骨軟身麻, "bones gone soft, body gone numb." Seven or eight courses of wall fall from one stroke, and this is the moment at which the Guanyin Monastery finally understands what slept in its meditation hall.

guìzhetóulèidào:「kuānxīnqiánděngjiéqiánxīngòngfènglǎojuégǎnháodàimàn。」 guìzhetóulèidào:「kuānxīnqiánděngjiéqiánxīngòngfènglǎojuégǎnháodàimàn。」

they knelt, knocked their heads, let the tears fall, and said, "Go with an easy heart, Your Worship. We will strain every sinew and be reverent of mind in serving the reverend gentleman. We dare not be a hair's breadth remiss."

跪著 takes zhe; 供奉 is gòng fèng, the word for making offerings to a deity. 竭力虔心, "with strength exhausted and heart reverent." They promise reverence to the man who burned their house, in the vocabulary they once used for the Buddha.


總評 Commentary

The chapter ends its monastery scene as it began it, with hospitality — but the terms have been renegotiated. Wukong requires a glad face for his master and well-mixed fodder for the horse, and he specifies the penalty by driving his cudgel through a scorched brick wall and knocking down seven or eight courses behind it. The monks who called him 雷公爺爺, Lord Thunder, on the first evening had it very nearly right, and it has taken them a night, a fire, and a dead abbot to be sure.

Their answer is the last speech any of them makes, and it is composed entirely of religious language: 竭力虔心,供奉老爺 — with strength exhausted and heart reverent, we shall make offerings to the reverend gentleman. 供奉 is what one does before an image. In the first passage of this chapter they were 安禪僧定性, monks settled in dhyāna composing their nature, in a house whose gate-poem called it a Jetavana. They are now kneeling in the ashes, promising worship to whatever is strongest. Nothing has been learned; something has merely been established.