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Tripitaka Does Not Forget His Origin · The Four Saints Test the Meditative Heart

三女參拜
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三女參拜 The Daughters Emerge

shǎoshíjiānjiàndāizijiāngláishuānxiàzhǎnglǎodào:「fàngle?」jièdào:「shénhǎocǎoméichùfàng。」xíngzhědào:「méichùfàngyǒuchùqiānme?」dāiziwéndeyánqíngzhīzǒulexiāojiùchuítóuniǔjǐngzuǐzhòuméibànshǎngyányòutīngdeyadeshēngyāoménkāileyǒuliǎngduìhóngdēngxiāngyúnǎiǎihuánpèidīngdīngréndàizhesānérzǒujiāngchūláijiàozhēnzhēnàiàiliánliánbàijiànjīngderénpáitīngzhōngcháoshàngbàiguǒránshēngdebiāozhìdànjiànshǎoshíjiānjiàndāizijiāngláishuānxiàzhǎnglǎodào:「fàngle?」jièdào:「shénhǎocǎoméichùfàng。」xíngzhědào:「méichùfàngyǒuchùqiānme?」dāiziwéndeyánqíngzhīzǒulexiāojiùchuítóuniǔjǐngzuǐzhòuméibànshǎngyányòutīngdeyadeshēngyāoménkāileyǒuliǎngduìhóngdēngxiāngyúnǎiǎihuánpèidīngdīngréndàizhesānérzǒujiāngchūláijiàozhēnzhēnàiàiliánliánbàijiànjīngderénpáitīngzhōngcháoshàngbàiguǒránshēngdebiāozhìdànjiàn


逐句解 Line by line

shǎoshíjiānjiàndāizijiāngláishuānxià shǎoshíjiānjiàndāizijiāngláishuānxià

In a little while, they saw the blockhead lead the horse up and tie it.

獃子 (子 zi). 拉將馬來 “led the horse over,” 將 the complement jiāng. 拴下 “to tether.”

zhǎnglǎodào:「fàngle?」 zhǎnglǎodào:「fàngle?」

The elder said, “Have you grazed the horse?”

長老 zhǎng lǎo. 放了 “grazed (it)?” — Tripitaka's question, knowing the truth, invites Bajie's lie.

jièdào:「shénhǎocǎoméichùfàng。」 jièdào:「shénhǎocǎoméichùfàng。」

Bajie said, “There was no good grass, no place to graze the horse.”

無甚好草 “no fine grass,” 甚 shén (“what/any”). Bajie's excuse, the cover for his back-gate errand.

xíngzhědào:「méichùfàngyǒuchùqiānme?」 xíngzhědào:「méichùfàngyǒuchùqiānme?」

Pilgrim said, “No place to graze the horse — but was there a place to lead it?”

行者 xíng zhě. The pun turns on 放馬 “graze” against 牽馬 “lead” — Monkey's sly hint that he knows where Bajie really took the beast.

dāiziwéndeyánqíngzhīzǒulexiāojiùchuítóuniǔjǐngzuǐzhòuméibànshǎngyán dāiziwéndeyánqíngzhīzǒulexiāojiùchuítóuniǔjǐngzuǐzhòuméibànshǎngyán

The blockhead, hearing these words, knew the secret was out, and hung his head, twisted his neck, thrust out his snout and knit his brows, saying nothing for a good while.

聞得 resultative de (子 zi). 走了消息 “the news has leaked.” 努嘴皺眉 “to pout the lips and furrow the brow” — Bajie's sheepish dismay at being found out.

yòutīngdeyadeshēngyāoménkāileyǒuliǎngduìhóngdēngxiāngyúnǎiǎihuánpèidīngdīngréndàizhesānérzǒujiāngchūláijiàozhēnzhēnàiàiliánliánbàijiànjīngderén yòutīngdeyadeshēngyāoménkāileyǒuliǎngduìhóngdēngxiāngyúnǎiǎihuánpèidīngdīngréndàizhesānérzǒujiāngchūláijiàozhēnzhēnàiàiliánliánbàijiànjīngderén

Then, at a creaking sound, the side-door opened: with two pairs of red lanterns and a hand-censer borne before them, clouds of incense wreathing, girdle-pendants tinkling, the woman came out leading her three daughters — Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian by name — to make their bows before the scripture-seekers.

聽得 resultative de. 提爐 a portable censer; 環珮叮叮 “girdle-jades chiming.” 那婦人帶著 (那 , 帶著 durative zhe); 走將出來 “came walking out,” 將 the complement jiāng. 拜見 “to make obeisance to,” 見 jiàn.

páitīngzhōngcháoshàngbài páitīngzhōngcháoshàngbài

The young women ranged themselves in the hall and, facing forward, made their reverence.

那女子 (那 ; 女子 nǚ, 子 the noun). 排立廳中 “stood in a row in the hall,” 中 zhōng; 朝上 “facing toward (the guests),” 朝 cháo (“to face”).

guǒránshēngdebiāozhìdànjiàn guǒránshēngdebiāozhìdànjiàn

They were indeed born comely; behold them:

生得標致 “born pretty, well-favored,” 得 the resultative de. 但見他 “one saw only —,” the tag ushering in the descriptive that follows.


總評 Commentary

Bajie's homecoming and his exposure run side by side. He leads back the ungrazed horse and, asked whether he grazed it, lies — only to have Wukong prick the lie with a pun: no place to graze, but a place to lead the horse? Caught, Bajie can only hang his head and pout, saying nothing, his guilt written in every twist of his neck.

Into this sheepish silence comes a set-piece of stagecraft. The side-door opens on a small procession — red lanterns, hand-censer, wreathing incense, chiming girdle-jades — as the widow brings out her three daughters, named at last, to bow before the pilgrims. The theatrical entrance, all light and scent and sound, is calculated to work precisely on the disciple whose resolve has already slipped.

The narrator's tag — they were “indeed born comely,” behold them — hands the reader over to the descriptive that follows. The daughters, hitherto only names and ages in the widow's sales-talk, are about to be rendered as ravishing beauties; and the reader, forewarned, knows the portrait is bait, and knows on whom it is meant to tell.