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Sun the Pilgrim Makes Great Havoc on Black Wind Mountain · Guanshiyin Subdues the Bear-Fiend

日午收兵
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日午收兵 Arms Drawn Off at Noon

guàixíngzhědòuleshíshùhuífēnshèngjiànjiànhóngdānghēihànqiāngjiàzhùtiěbàngdào:「sūnxíngzhězánliǎngqiěshōubīngděngjìnleshànláizàidòu。」xíngzhědào:「zhènièchùjiàozuòhànzihǎohànzibànerjiùyàochīfànlǎosūnzàishāngēnxiàzhěnglebǎiniánwèicéngchángxiētāngshuǐ便biànètuīxiūzǒuhuánjiāshāláifāngràngchīfàn。」guàihuǎngqiāngchèshēndòngguānleshíménshōuhuíxiǎoguàiqiěānpáiyányànshūxiěqǐngtiěyāoqǐngshānwángqìnghuìguàixíngzhědòuleshíshùhuífēnshèngjiànjiànhóngdānghēihànqiāngjiàzhùtiěbàngdào:「sūnxíngzhězánliǎngqiěshōubīngděngjìnleshànláizàidòu。」xíngzhědào:「zhènièchùjiàozuòhànzihǎohànzibànerjiùyàochīfànlǎosūnzàishāngēnxiàzhěnglebǎiniánwèicéngchángxiētāngshuǐ便biàn饿ètuīxiūzǒuhuánjiāshāláifāngràngchīfàn。」guàihuǎngqiāngchèshēndòngguānleshíménshōuhuíxiǎoguàiqiěānpáiyányànshūxiěqǐngtiěyāoqǐngshānwángqìnghuì


逐句解 Line by line

guàixíngzhědòuleshíshùhuífēnshèngjiànjiànhóngdāng guàixíngzhědòuleshíshùhuífēnshèngjiànjiànhóngdāng

The fiend and the Pilgrim fought some dozen bouts without advantage to either, and by degrees the red sun stood at noon.

十數 reads shù. 不分勝負: the fight is decided by the clock, not the weapons — a formula the chapter will use twice.

hēihànqiāngjiàzhùtiěbàngdào:「sūnxíngzhězánliǎngqiěshōubīngděngjìnleshànláizàidòu。」 hēihànqiāngjiàzhùtiěbàngdào:「sūnxíngzhězánliǎngqiěshōubīngděngjìnleshànláizàidòu。」

The black fellow raised his spear to fend off the iron rod and said, "Sun the Pilgrim, let the two of us draw off our arms awhile. Wait till I have taken my meal, and I will contend with you again."

架住, to catch a blow on the shaft. 收兵 and 賭鬥 belong to the vocabulary of a duel between gentlemen, and the fiend uses it without irony.

xíngzhědào:「zhènièchùjiàozuòhànzihǎohànzibànerjiùyàochīfàn xíngzhědào:「zhènièchùjiàozuòhànzihǎohànzibànerjiùyàochīfàn

The Pilgrim said, "You beast of evil karma — do you call that being a man? A fine fellow, who must eat after half a day!

孽畜, niè chù. 教做 writes 叫做, to be called; reads jiào. 半日兒 takes the diminutive , toneless er.

lǎosūnzàishāngēnxiàzhěnglebǎiniánwèicéngchángxiētāngshuǐ便biànè lǎosūnzàishāngēnxiàzhěnglebǎiniánwèicéngchángxiētāngshuǐ便biàn饿è

Take old Sun: pressed under the root of the mountain a full five hundred years and more, and never so much as tasted broth or water. Where was there any hunger in that?

reads , "as for, take the case of." 那裡便餓哩 is interrogative — "where would the hunger be?" — and the final particle, . The Pilgrim answers a request for lunch with five hundred years under a mountain.

tuīxiūzǒuhuánjiāshāláifāngràngchīfàn。」 tuīxiūzǒuhuánjiāshāláifāngràngchīfàn。」

Make no excuses. Do not run. Give me back my cassock, and then I will let you go to your dinner."

推故, to plead a pretext. is huán, to return a thing.

guàihuǎngqiāngchèshēndòngguānleshíménshōuhuíxiǎoguài guàihuǎngqiāngchèshēndòngguānleshíménshōuhuíxiǎoguài

The fiend made a feint with his spear, drew his body back into the cave, shut the stone gate, called in his little demons,

虛幌, a feint that shows the weapon and does not commit it. The fiend keeps his dinner.

qiěānpáiyányànshūxiěqǐngtiěyāoqǐngshānwángqìnghuì qiěānpáiyányànshūxiěqǐngtiěyāoqǐngshānwángqìnghuì

and set about ordering the banquet and writing the invitation cards, bidding the demon kings of every mountain to the festival. Of this no more.

請帖 reads tiě, a written card, not the tiē of pasting nor the tiè of a calligraphic model. The banquet goes forward on schedule, and the card that is written here will be intercepted in the next passage but one.


總評 Commentary

A duel is interrupted for lunch. The bear-fiend asks for the pause in the correct language of the duelling-ground — 咱兩個且收兵 — and the request is entirely reasonable, which is what makes the Pilgrim's answer so revealing. He does not refuse on tactical grounds. He refuses on the grounds that he himself once went five hundred years without a meal, and offers this as a standard of manhood.

The fiend does not argue. He feints, retires, bars the gate, and gets on with his party: the small demons are called in, the banquet ordered, the cards written. It is the behaviour of a householder, not a monster, and the chapter has now shown him keeping a garden, holding a salon, observing his mother's memory, and running a correspondence. The one thing he will not do is give the robe back.