八百里黃風嶺 The Yellow Wind Ridge of Eight Hundred Lǐ
只見那老兒才引個少年,拿一個板盤兒,托三杯清茶來獻。茶罷,又吩咐辦齋。那少年又拿一張有窟窿無漆水的舊桌,端兩條破頭折腳的凳子,放在天井中,請三眾涼處坐下。三藏方問道:「老施主高姓?」老者道:「在下姓王。」「有幾位令嗣?」道:「有兩個小兒,三個小孫。」三藏道:「恭喜,恭喜。」又問:「年壽幾何?」道:「痴長六十一歲。」行者道:「好,好,好,花甲重逢矣。」三藏復問道:「老施主,始初說西天經難取者,何也?」老者道:「經非難取,只是道中艱澀難行。我們這向西去,只有三十里遠近,有一座山,叫做八百里黃風嶺,那山中多有妖怪。故言難取者,此也。若論此位小長老,說有許多手段,卻也去得。」行者道:「不妨,不妨。有了老孫與我這師弟,任他是甚麼妖怪,不敢惹我。」只见那老儿才引个少年,拿一个板盘儿,托三杯清茶来献。茶罢,又吩咐办斋。那少年又拿一张有窟窿无漆水的旧桌,端两条破头折脚的凳子,放在天井中,请三众凉处坐下。三藏方问道:「老施主高姓?」老者道:「在下姓王。」「有几位令嗣?」道:「有两个小儿,三个小孙。」三藏道:「恭喜,恭喜。」又问:「年寿几何?」道:「痴长六十一岁。」行者道:「好,好,好,花甲重逢矣。」三藏复问道:「老施主,始初说西天经难取者,何也?」老者道:「经非难取,只是道中艰涩难行。我们这向西去,只有三十里远近,有一座山,叫做八百里黄风岭,那山中多有妖怪。故言难取者,此也。若论此位小长老,说有许多手段,却也去得。」行者道:「不妨,不妨。有了老孙与我这师弟,任他是甚么妖怪,不敢惹我。」
逐句解 Line by line
Presently the old man led out one of the young men, who carried a wooden tray and offered three cups of clear tea. The tea drunk, he gave order for a fasting-meal.
板盤兒 takes the suffix er. The tea is 清茶, plain and unadorned, which is what a farmhouse has; the courtesy of offering it is not diminished by that, and the novel says so by mentioning it at all.
The young man brought out an old table full of holes and bare of lacquer, and carried in two benches with broken tops and crippled legs,
A table 有窟窿無漆水 — with holes and without lacquer — and benches 破頭折腳. The parallelism is exact and the poverty is real. This is the household whose rice Bajie is about to eat entire.
set them down in the courtyard, and invited the three of them to be seated in the cool. Then Sanzang asked, "What is my aged benefactor's honored surname?"
三眾, sān zhòng, the three religious. 涼處 takes 處 as chù, a place.
The old man said, "Your servant's name is Wang." "And how many worthy sons?" "Two small sons," said he, "and three little grandsons."
令嗣, "your worthy heirs," is the polite form; 小兒, "my worthless sons," the answering humble one, and its 兒 is the lexical ér. The old man is a farmer and handles the register perfectly.
Sanzang said, "My congratulations, my congratulations." And he asked further, "What is your honored age?" "I have foolishly attained sixty-one years."
痴長六十一歲: 痴長, "foolishly grown to," is the self-deprecating idiom for stating one's age, and 長 is zhǎng.
The Pilgrim said, "Good, good, good — the cycle has come round again." Sanzang asked once more, "Aged benefactor, why did you say at first that the scriptures of the West were hard to fetch?"
花甲重逢 — the sexagenary cycle met a second time. Strictly this would fall at one hundred and twenty; the Pilgrim is being polite, or arithmetically careless, and the joke works either way. 重 is chóng, "again."
The old man said, "The scriptures are not hard to fetch. It is only that the road is rough and hard going.
經非難取,只是道中艱澀難行. The old man now retracts his earlier 去不得 and reduces it to a matter of road conditions — but the sentence he chooses, "it is the way itself that is difficult," is the same double statement he made before, and the monk again hears only the road.
Thirty lǐ westward of us, or thereabouts, there stands a mountain called the Yellow Wind Ridge of Eight Hundred Lǐ,
八百里黃風嶺. The measure 里 stays untranslated, as lǐ. The mountain is named for its wind before any demon is named, and the wind will prove to be the demon.
and on that mountain are many fiends. That is what I meant by hard to fetch.
故言難取者,此也 is a small flourish of literary Chinese in a peasant's mouth, closing the explanation as a scholar would close it. 難 is nán in all four occurrences of this passage.
But if this little elder has all the arts he says he has, why then, you may pass."
小長老, "little elder," is the old man's form for the Pilgrim: courteous, and just faintly amused. 卻也去得, potential 得, dé.
The Pilgrim said, "No matter, no matter. With Old Monkey here and this junior of mine, let them be what fiends they please, they will not dare to meddle with me."
不妨,不妨, doubled as the old man doubled his own 去得,去得. 任他是甚麼妖怪 — the last boast of the chapter, and the boast the chapter exists to break.
The chapter's exposition, delivered over plain tea at a broken table. Squire Wang gives his name, his sons, his grandsons, his age; the Pilgrim pays him a compliment that will not survive arithmetic; and then, being asked directly, he explains himself. There is a mountain thirty lǐ west, eight hundred lǐ across, called Yellow Wind Ridge, and it is full of fiends. What was mysterious warning in the doorway becomes, in the courtyard, a matter of local geography.
The old man's phrasing, however, has not really changed. 經非難取,只是道中艱澀難行 — the scriptures are not hard to get; it is the way that is hard to travel. Read as a farmer's remark it means the road is bad. Read against the gāthā at the head of the chapter, in which nothing is to be had from anyone but oneself, it says something else, and the man who most needs to hear it answers by asking about surnames. The Pilgrim closes the passage boasting. Within four hundred graphs he will be running from a tiger, and his master will be gone.