三更訪道 The Third-Watch Rendezvous
當日悟空與眾等喜喜歡歡,在三星仙洞之前,盼望天色,急不能到晚。及黃昏時,卻與眾就寢,假合眼,定息存神。山中又沒打更傳箭,不知時分,只自家將鼻孔中出入之氣調定。約到子時前後,輕輕的起來,穿了衣服,偷開前門,躲離大眾,走出外,抬頭觀看,正是那:当日悟空与众等喜喜欢欢,在三星仙洞之前,盼望天色,急不能到晚。及黄昏时,却与众就寝,假合眼,定息存神。山中又没打更传箭,不知时分,只自家将鼻孔中出入之气调定。约到子时前后,轻轻的起来,穿了衣服,偷开前门,躲离大众,走出外,抬头观看,正是那:
你看他從舊路徑至後門外,只見那門兒半開半掩。悟空喜道:「老師父果然注意與我傳道,故此開著門也。」即曳步近前,側身進得門裡,只走到祖師寢榻之下。見祖師踡跼身軀,朝裡睡著了。悟空不敢驚動,即跪在榻前。那祖師不多時覺來,舒開兩足,口中自吟道:你看他从旧路径至后门外,只见那门儿半开半掩。悟空喜道:「老师父果然注意与我传道,故此开着门也。」即曳步近前,侧身进得门里,只走到祖师寝榻之下。见祖师踡跼身躯,朝里睡着了。悟空不敢惊动,即跪在榻前。那祖师不多时觉来,舒开两足,口中自吟道:
逐句解 Line by line
That day Wukong and the rest were merry and glad, but out before the Three-Star Immortal Cave he kept watching the sky, impatient — evening could not come soon enough.
當日 is that same day, with 當 as dāng, "at, on," not dàng, appropriate or to pawn. 喜喜歡歡 is doubled for merriment. Then the lovely detail: he is out there watching the sky, 急不能到晚 — so impatient that the day cannot get to evening fast enough. (急不能 keeps bù.)
When dusk came, he went to bed with the others, but only feigned to close his eyes, steadying his breath and keeping his spirit collected.
假合眼 is to fake closing the eyes, with 假 as jiǎ, false, not jià, a holiday. But watch what he does while pretending to sleep: 定息存神, steadying the breath and holding the spirit collected. That is already the vocabulary of cultivation. He has started practising before anybody has taught him anything.
In the mountains there was no beating of the watches or passing of the time-arrow, and he could not tell the hour; he simply steadied the breath going in and out of his own nostrils.
打更傳箭 names the two ways a settlement marked out the night — a watchman beating a drum on his rounds, and the graduated float-arrow of a water-clock passed from station to station. The mountain has neither, so there is no way to know the hour, and he has to become his own clock, timing the night by the breath through his own nostrils. 更 is gēng, a night-watch; 調 is tiáo, to regulate, not diào, to transfer or to tune. (不知 keeps bù.)
When it came to about the hour of zi, he rose softly, put on his clothes, stealthily opened the front door, slipped away from the others, and went outside. He lifted his head and looked — it was just such a scene as this:
子時 (zǐ shí) is the hour of 子, roughly eleven at night to one in the morning — first of the twelve double-hours and the dead middle of the night, with the third watch falling inside it. 子 here is the cyclical sign in full tone, not the neutral suffix. His estimate, arrived at by counting his own breathing, turns out to be right.
The bright moon, the clear dew cold;
A five-character regulated poem opens the night. Bright moon, cold dew — nothing in the scene but clarity.
to the eight poles, far and utterly free of dust.
八極 (bā jí) are the eight extremities, the farthest edges of space, and 迥 (jiǒng) is far or remote: not a speck of dust to the ends of the world. 塵, dust, carries its Buddhist sense of worldly defilement as well, so the sky is not merely clean but purified — and it is about to be matched by a purified mind.
In the deep trees secluded birds roost;
宿 is sù, to roost or lodge for the night. The same character reads xiǔ for a night counted as a unit of time, and xiù for a lunar mansion.
at the spring's head the water trickles and flows.
溜 is liū, to slide or trickle, and 汾 (fén) is an uncommon character used here for the splash and rush of water.
Flying fireflies scatter their glimmer;
Fireflies scattering their glimmer. 散 is the verb sàn, to scatter, not sǎn.
passing wild geese rank in formation across the clouds.
Geese in formation across the cloud — and 字排 is exactly the image Chinese reaches for, the birds ranked in the shape of a written character. English sees a V; Chinese sees a 人.
Just at the hour of the third watch —
正直 here stands for 正值, "just at" — precisely the third watch. He has hit it by breathing.
the very time to go seeking the true Way.
應該 is yīng gāi, "ought to, the very time to," with 應 as yīng, should — not the yìng, to respond, of 應對 in the opening passage.
See him take the old path to the back gate, where he found the door standing half open, half shut.
你看他, "see him now," is the storyteller leaning in toward the audience. And there it is: the back door standing 半開半掩, half open, half shut (掩 yǎn, to half-close). Confirmation that the riddle was read correctly. The 兒 of 門兒 is the neutral suffix.
Wukong said gladly: "So the old master truly means to pass the Way to me — that is why he has left the door open!"
注意 here means to intend, to mean to — not the modern "pay attention." And 著 is zhe, marking the door as still standing open. Two segments on, the same character turns up again meaning something quite different.
He shuffled forward, slipped in sideways through the door, and went straight to the foot of the Patriarch's couch.
曳步 (yè bù) is to shuffle forward, dragging the feet quietly (曳 yè, to trail). 側身 is to turn sideways to slip through the gap. 進得 takes 得 as the toneless de that shows the action succeeded, "managed to get in." 榻 is tà, a low couch.
He saw the Patriarch curled up asleep, his face to the wall.
And the master is asleep — 踡跼 (quán jú), curled up in a ball, facing the wall. 朝 here is cháo, facing toward, not zhāo, morning, as in 一朝 a few passages back. Now compare 睡著了 with 開著門 two segments ago: the same character 著, but this one is zháo, meaning he'd succeeded in falling asleep, where the door merely stood open.
Wukong dared not disturb him, and knelt before the couch.
He does not wake him. He kneels. (不敢 keeps bù before the third tone of 敢.)
Before long the Patriarch woke, stretched out both legs, and chanted to himself:
覺來 is to wake, with 覺 as jué, to become aware — not jiào, sleep, as in 睡覺. He stretches out his legs and starts talking to himself, apparently unaware that anyone is in the room. (不多 keeps bù.)
Hard, hard, hard! —
Three times 難 (nán), hard, opening the 詞-stanza like a hammer.
the Way is most arcane;
道最玄: the Way at its most arcane, its darkest.
do not take the golden elixir lightly.
金丹 (jīn dān), the golden elixir, is the goal of inner alchemy — and this is the first time the chapter names outright what kind of teaching is actually on offer. 等閑 (děng xián) means lightly, as a trifle. (Written with 閑, as in the opening passage's 閑時; the variant 閒 is equally common.)
Without meeting the right person to pass the marvelous secret,
至人 (zhì rén) is the perfected or realised person — here meaning the one fit to receive the teaching, rather than to give it. 妙訣 is the marvellous secret formula. (不遇 takes bú before the falling tone of 遇.)
one talks in vain till the mouth is weary and the tongue goes dry!
And the sting in it: preach to the unworthy and you talk yourself hoarse for nothing — 口困舌頭乾, the mouth wearies and the tongue goes dry. He is lamenting the absence of a worthy disciple while that disciple kneels at his bedside, listening to every word. 乾 is gān, dry, not qián as in the 乾 hexagram.
The passage is built around a classic set-piece: the disciple stealing out through the autumn night to seek the Way at the third watch. The five-character regulated poem framing his exit — bright moon and cold dew, dustless clarity out to the eight poles, roosting birds and a trickling spring, fireflies and ranked geese — paints a world gone utterly still and clean, and the stillness is not merely scenic. The hour it keeps marking, 三更 in the dead of night around 子時, is in the alchemical reading the moment of 一陽來復, the first return of yang within deepest yin; the dustless night mirrors the cleared mind that alone can take what is about to be given. There is a small practical marvel here too: with no watchman's drum and no water-clock anywhere on the mountain, Wukong times the third watch by counting his own breathing, and gets it right.
Finding the back door half open confirms that he read the riddle exactly right, and the scene settles into one of the oldest shapes in the master-and-disciple story: the secret, nocturnal, one-to-one transmission, screened from the sleeping community. The Patriarch's curled, wall-facing sleep is very likely one more feint — a last test of patience and sincerity, which Wukong passes by kneeling in silence rather than shaking him awake.
The lament the master then chants into the dark is the heart of the passage, and it turns on a sharp irony. 難難難 — hard, hard, hard — the Way is arcane, and the 金丹, the golden elixir, is not a thing to be treated as a trifle; and the bitterest difficulty of all, he says, is that without a worthy recipient, a 至人, a master's teaching is breath wasted until his tongue goes dry. He grieves over the absence of the very disciple who is, at that instant, kneeling by his bed. Naming the 金丹 also settles what sort of teaching this is: the secret about to change hands is the inner-alchemical golden elixir, and for a few lines the novel speaks almost directly in the language of the Daoist alchemical classics that generations of readers took it to be encoding.