斷魔救眾 The Demon Slain
原來人得仙體,出神變化無方。不知這猴王自從了道之後,身上有八萬四千毛羽,根根能變,應物隨心。那些小猴眼乖會跳,刀來砍不著,槍去不能傷。你看他前踊後躍,鑽上去,把個魔王圍繞,抱的抱,扯的扯,鑽襠的鑽襠,扳腳的扳腳,踢打挦毛,摳眼睛,捻鼻子,抬鼓弄,直打做一個攢盤。這悟空才去奪得他的刀來,分開小猴,照頂門一下,砍為兩段。領眾殺進洞中,將那大小妖精盡皆剿滅。卻把毫毛一抖,收上身來,又見那收不上身者,卻是那魔王在水簾洞擒去的小猴。悟空道:「汝等何為到此?」約有三五十個,都含淚道:「我等因大王修仙去後,這兩年被他爭吵,把我們都攝將來。那不是我們洞中的家火?石盆、石碗都被這廝拿來也。」悟空道:「既是我們的家火,你們都搬出外去。」隨即洞裡放起火來,把那水臟洞燒得枯乾,盡歸了一體。對眾道:「汝等跟我回去。」眾猴道:「大王,我們來時,只聽得耳邊風響,虛飄飄到於此地,更不識路徑,今怎得回鄉?」悟空道:「這是他弄的個術法兒,有何難也?我如今一竅通,百竅通,我也會弄。你們都合了眼,休怕。」原来人得仙体,出神变化无方。不知这猴王自从了道之后,身上有八万四千毛羽,根根能变,应物随心。那些小猴眼乖会跳,刀来砍不着,枪去不能伤。你看他前踊后跃,钻上去,把个魔王围绕,抱的抱,扯的扯,钻裆的钻裆,扳脚的扳脚,踢打挦毛,抠眼睛,捻鼻子,抬鼓弄,直打做一个攒盘。这悟空才去夺得他的刀来,分开小猴,照顶门一下,砍为两段。领众杀进洞中,将那大小妖精尽皆剿灭。却把毫毛一抖,收上身来,又见那收不上身者,却是那魔王在水帘洞擒去的小猴。悟空道:「汝等何为到此?」约有三五十个,都含泪道:「我等因大王修仙去后,这两年被他争吵,把我们都摄将来。那不是我们洞中的家火?石盆、石碗都被这厮拿来也。」悟空道:「既是我们的家火,你们都搬出外去。」随即洞里放起火来,把那水脏洞烧得枯干,尽归了一体。对众道:「汝等跟我回去。」众猴道:「大王,我们来时,只听得耳边风响,虚飘飘到于此地,更不识路径,今怎得回乡?」悟空道:「这是他弄的个术法儿,有何难也?我如今一窍通,百窍通,我也会弄。你们都合了眼,休怕。」
逐句解 Line by line
Now when one attains an immortal's body, its spirit-transformations are without limit.
The narrator steps out to explain the mechanism. 得仙體 is having gained an immortal's body; 無方 is without bounds or fixed rule.
What none knew was that this Monkey King, ever since he completed the Way, had on his body eighty-four thousand hairs, every one of which could transform, answering to things just as his heart willed.
The number is worth pausing over. Eighty-four thousand is a Buddhist round figure of long standing — the count of the dharma-gates, of the afflictions that bind living beings, of the pores of the body. Here it is the tally of hairs on a monkey, every one of them able to become something else, 應物隨心, answering to circumstance as the heart directs. A very solemn number doing duty for a battlefield trick. 了道 takes 了 as liǎo, to complete. (不知 keeps bù.)
Those little monkeys were sharp-eyed and nimble: when the blade came it could not strike them, when the spear thrust it could not wound them.
眼乖 is sharp-eyed, quick to see — 乖 here meaning clever, not the modern "well-behaved." 砍不著 takes 著 as zháo, to connect, to land. Blade and spear both find nothing. (Both 不 keep bù.)
You should have seen them — leaping fore and aft, swarming up, surrounding the Demon King: some hugging, some tugging, some diving at his crotch, some grabbing his legs, kicking and pulling his hair, gouging his eyes, tweaking his nose, hoisting and jostling him, until they had beaten him into one tangled heap.
One of the great comic sentences in the novel, and it works by sheer accumulation: hugging, tugging, diving between his legs, grabbing his feet, kicking, hair-pulling (挦 xián), eye-gouging (摳 kōu), nose-tweaking, hoisting and jostling. The construction 抱的抱,扯的扯 — "the hugging ones hugged, the tugging ones tugged" — is how Chinese renders a crowd all doing different things at once. And the result is 一個攢盤, a "clustered platter," everything heaped into one tangle. (一個 is yí gè.)
Then this Wukong went and seized the demon's own sabre, parted the little monkeys, and with one stroke at the crown of his head cut him into two pieces.
And then, without a word of transition, the farce stops. He takes the demon's own sabre, parts his clones, and brings it down on the crown of the head: 砍為兩段, cut into two pieces. This is Wukong's first kill, and it is dispatched in nineteen characters. (一下 is yí xià.)
Leading the host, he charged into the cave and wiped out every demon, great and small.
盡皆剿滅, every one exterminated (剿 jiǎo). No quarter, and no comment from the narrator.
Then he gave his fur a shake and drew it back onto his body — but he saw some that could not be drawn back: these were the little monkeys the Demon King had carried off from the Water-Curtain Cave.
A lovely piece of storytelling. He shakes the fur back onto his body — and some of the little monkeys will not go. They will not go because they are not hairs: they are the real children the demon carried off, standing in the middle of his clone army, indistinguishable from it until the magic sorts them out. (一抖 is yì dǒu; 收不上身 takes bú.)
Wukong asked: "And how came you here?"
汝等 is the archaic "you" — he slips into formal register with his own children, having spent twenty years in a school.
There were some thirty to fifty of them, and all said through tears: "After the Great King went off to seek immortality, these two years he harried us, and carried us all off.
Thirty to fifty of them, all in tears. 爭吵 here means harried rather than quarrelled, and 攝 (shè) is to seize and carry off. Note the arithmetic: two years of this, out of the twenty he was away.
Isn't that the household stuff of our cave? The stone basins and stone bowls — this creature carried them all off too."
And what they point at is not their own captivity but the crockery. 石盆、石碗, the stone basins and bowls of the Water-Curtain Cave — the same furnishings the monkeys found waiting for them when they first swam through the waterfall in the previous chapter. (那不是 takes bú.)
Wukong said: "Since they are our household goods, carry them all outside."
And he takes the point at once and issues an order about the washing-up. This is what a king does.
Thereupon he set a fire in the cave and burned the Water-Viscera Cave to a crisp, until all was reduced to ash.
燒得枯乾, burned dry; 盡歸了一體, all reduced to a single mass. He burns the Water-Viscera Cave to the ground — and if the commentators are right about what "water-viscera" stands for, the image has a second floor to it. (一體 is yì tǐ.)
To them all he said: "Come back home with me."
Five words, and the rescue is finished.
The monkeys said: "Great King, when we came, we only heard the wind whistling past our ears and floated weightless to this place — we don't even know the way; how can we get home now?"
虛飄飄 — floating, weightless, nothing underneath. They were carried here by magic with their eyes shut, so they have no idea where "here" is or how to get back. A practical problem, and a rather sad one. (不識 keeps bù.)
Wukong said: "This is just a bit of magic he worked — what's hard about that? Now that one of my apertures is open, a hundred are open; I can work it too. Close your eyes, all of you, and don't be afraid."
一竅通,百竅通 comes back — the proverb the narrator used of him when he learned the transformations, now in his own mouth, tossed off as the reason nothing is difficult any more. And the last thing he says before flying them home is 休怕, don't be afraid. (一竅 is yí qiào.)
The narrator pauses to explain the magic, and the figure he gives is one of the book's most resonant: ever since completing the Way, Wukong carries 八萬四千毛羽, eighty-four thousand hairs, each able to transform at will. The number is Buddhist — eighty-four thousand is the canonical count of the dharma-gates, of the afflictions that bind beings, of the pores of the body — and there is a quiet wit in having so solemn a figure underwrite a trickster's battlefield swarm. What follows is comic violence of the broadest kind: the cloned monkeys mob the giant, 抱的抱,扯的扯, "some hugging, some tugging," diving at his crotch, grabbing his legs, pulling his hair, gouging his eyes, tweaking his nose, until he has been beaten into 一個攢盤, a single tangled heap.
Then the register snaps, inside one sentence, from farce to lethal efficiency: Wukong seizes the demon's own sabre, parts his clones, and splits the giant in two at the crown. His first kill. This abrupt tonal shear, slapstick resolving without transition into real killing, is entirely characteristic of the novel and of its hero. But the victory is kept humble and concrete. What he recovers is not glory but a household — the abducted young who could not be drawn back with the rest of his hairs, and the stolen stone basins and bowls, the 家火, the homely "household stuff" of the cave. He burns the Water-Viscera Cave to ash, gathers his people, and turns for home, the 一竅通百竅通 refrain sounding once more as he prepares to fly them all back. The seeker who left to conquer death comes back a king restoring his house.