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

撞頭而死
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撞頭而死 The Abbot Dashes Out His Brains

yuánláizhèlǎoshàngxúnjiànjiāshāyòushāoleběndefángzhèngzàiwànfēnfánnǎojiāozàozhīchùwényánzěngǎnyìngyīnxúnjìn退tuìfāngzhuàikāigōngzheyāowǎngqiángshàngzhuóshízhuàngletóuliánzhǐzhuàngdenǎoxuèliúhúnsànyānhóuduànrǎnhóngshāyǒushīwéizhèngshīyuēyuánláizhèlǎoshàngxúnjiànjiāshāyòushāoleběndefángzhèngzàiwànfēnfánnǎojiāozàozhīchùwényánzěngǎnyìngyīnxúnjìn退tuìfāngzhuàikāigōngzheyāowǎngqiángshàngzhuóshízhuàngletóuliánzhǐzhuàngdenǎoxuèliúhúnsànyānhóuduànrǎnhóngshāyǒushīwéizhèngshīyuē

kāntànlǎoxìngméngwǎngzuòrénjiānshòuwēngkāntànlǎoxìngméngwǎngzuòrénjiān寿shòuwēng
jiāshāchuányuǎnshìzhībǎofántóngjiāshāchuányuǎnshìzhībǎofántóng
dànjiāngróngwéichángjiǔdìngshìxiāotiáobàigōngdànjiāngróngwéichángjiǔdìngshìxiāotiáobàigōng
guǎngzhìguǎngmóuchéngshényòngsǔnrénchǎngkōng广guǎngzhì广guǎngmóuchéngshényòngsǔnrénchǎngkōng

逐句解 Line by line

yuánláizhèlǎoshàngxúnjiànjiāshāyòushāoleběndefáng yuánláizhèlǎoshàngxúnjiànjiāshāyòushāoleběndefáng

Now, the old monk could not find the cassock, and he had burned down the buildings of his own monastery besides;

原來 ("it turns out") shifts the camera behind the door. He has had the cassock all night and cannot find it.

zhèngzàiwànfēnfánnǎojiāozàozhīchùwényánzěngǎnyìng zhèngzàiwànfēnfánnǎojiāozàozhīchùwényánzěngǎnyìng

and being sunk in ten-thousandfold vexation and scorching anguish, how should he dare to answer when he heard those words?

焦燥, scorched and parched — a word for anguish, and, this morning, a description. 答應 takes yìng. The monks outside are shouting for a thing he no longer has, and he cannot say so.

yīnxúnjìn退tuìfāngzhuàikāigōngzheyāowǎngqiángshàngzhuóshízhuàngletóu yīnxúnjìn退tuìfāngzhuàikāigōngzheyāowǎngqiángshàngzhuóshízhuàngletóu

Turning it over and finding no plan, no way forward and no way back, he stretched out his stride, bent his back, and dashed his head against the wall with all his strength.

拽開步 ("drew out his stride"): is zhuài. In 躬著腰 the particle is zhe, a state maintained; but 著實 is the adverb zhuóshí, "in good earnest, with full force." He bends his back and runs at the wall — the last two hundred and seventy years travelling four paces.

liánzhǐzhuàngdenǎoxuèliúhúnsànyānhóuduànrǎnhóngshāyǒushīwéizhèngshīyuē liánzhǐzhuàngdenǎoxuèliúhúnsànyānhóuduànrǎnhóngshāyǒushīwéizhèngshīyuē

Pitiable! He dashed it until the skull was broken, the blood ran, the souls were scattered, the breath was cut off in his throat, and the red sand was stained. There is a poem to prove it. The poem says:

撞得 takes the neutral de. 腦破血流魂魄散,咽喉氣斷染紅沙 — the line falls into a rhymed parallel of its own, though it stands in prose. 有詩為證 ("there is a poem to prove it"): is wéi. The storyteller's tag, and the epitaph.

kāntànlǎoxìngméngwǎngzuòrénjiānshòuwēng kāntànlǎoxìngméngwǎngzuòrénjiān寿shòuwēng

Pity the old monk, of a nature foolish and benighted, who lived to be an old man of this world for nothing at all.

老衲 (lǎonà), "old patched-robe," the humble self-designation of a monk — and the poem uses it of him, at his death, when the patched robe is the one thing he never wore. 愚蒙, foolish and unenlightened. 枉作, "in vain did he become."

jiāshāchuányuǎnshìzhībǎofántóng jiāshāchuányuǎnshìzhībǎofántóng

He wished to get a cassock and hand it down through distant ages, not knowing that a Buddha's treasure is not as common things are.

欲得 takes . 傳遠世 answers 傳家之寶 exactly: he wished to hand it down through the ages. 佛寶不凡同 — a Buddha-treasure is not of the common sort. That is the whole of what he failed to know.

dànjiāngróngwéichángjiǔdìngshìxiāotiáobàigōng dànjiāngróngwéichángjiǔdìngshìxiāotiáobàigōng

He took a thing easily come by and made of it his long endurance; and so it was certain that desolation would be all his winning.

但將容易為長久: he took what came easily and made it his permanence ( is the coverb jiāng; is wéi; 長久 takes cháng). The graph 長久 is the one he used himself, weeping, when he asked 怎生留得長遠.

guǎngzhìguǎngmóuchéngshényòngsǔnrénchǎngkōng 广guǎngzhì广guǎngmóuchéngshényòngsǔnrénchǎngkōng

Broad Wisdom, Broad Scheming — what were they good for? Injure another to profit yourself, and it comes at last to nothing.

成甚用, "what use did it serve" ( is shén). The poem names the two disciples, and their dharma-names — Broad Wisdom, Broad Scheming — become the indictment. 損人利己一場空: "harm others to profit yourself, and it comes to one empty scene." 一場空 is the plainest phrase in the poem and the coldest — the whole night, the whole two hundred and seventy years, an emptiness.


總評 Commentary

He dies because he cannot answer a question. The monks are shouting through the door for the cassock; the cassock is gone; and there is no sentence in the world that he can say. 進退無方 — no way forward, no way back. So he bends his back, takes four running paces, and puts his skull into the wall. Wú Chéng'ēn gives the act one adverb, 著實, "in good earnest," and it is the most effective word in the chapter: the old man who could not bring himself to look at a robe by lamplight commits himself entirely, once, to a wall.

The poem that follows is unusually explicit for this novel, and its severity is doctrinal rather than moral. The abbot's sin is not greed, exactly — it is a category error. 豈知佛寶不凡同: he did not know that a Buddha-treasure is not the same kind of thing as an ordinary treasure. He tried to convert a robe of the Dharma into an heirloom, 但將容易為長久, to take a thing easily obtained and make it his permanence. Everything he did followed correctly from that mistake. And the last line widens to take in the whole house: 損人利己一場空, harm others to profit yourself and it comes to one empty scene. Two disciples were named Broad Wisdom and Broad Scheming, and the poem asks what either was for.