拂袖關門 The Door Slammed
那婦人見他們推辭不肯,急抽身轉進屏風,撲的把腰門關上。師徒們撇在外面,茶飯全無,再沒人出。八戒心中焦燥,埋怨唐僧道:「師父忒不會幹事,把話通說殺了。你好道還活著些腳兒,只含糊答應,哄他些齋飯吃了,今晚落得一宵快活。明日肯與不肯,在乎你我了。似這般關門不出,我們這清灰冷灶,一夜怎過?」那妇人见他们推辞不肯,急抽身转进屏风,扑的把腰门关上。师徒们撇在外面,茶饭全无,再没人出。八戒心中焦燥,埋怨唐僧道:「师父忒不会干事,把话通说杀了。你好道还活著些脚儿,只含糊答应,哄他些斋饭吃了,今晚落得一宵快活。明日肯与不肯,在乎你我了。似这般关门不出,我们这清灰冷灶,一夜怎过?」
逐句解 Line by line
The woman, seeing them decline and refuse, sharply drew back, turned in behind the screen, and with a bang shut the side-door.
那婦人 nà. 推辭不肯 “to decline and be unwilling.” 抽身轉進 “to withdraw and turn inside.” 撲的 the onomatope of a slam; 腰門 a small inner side-door; 關上 “to shut (it),” 上 the resultative complement.
Master and disciples were left cast out in front, with neither tea nor food, and no one came out again.
撇在外面 “left flung outside.” 茶飯全無 “no tea nor rice at all.” The abrupt withdrawal of hospitality is the widow's retaliation — and the next turn of the screw on Bajie.
Bajie, fretting in his heart, grumbled at the Tang Monk: “Master, you're far too clumsy at handling things — you've said it all clean dead.”
心中焦燥 “anxious and fretful within,” 心中 shēn zhōng. 埋怨 “to complain, blame.” 忒不會幹事 “much too inept at managing affairs”; 說殺了 “to have talked (it) to death,” i.e. left no opening.
“You'd have done better to leave yourself some room to maneuver — just answer vaguely, coax a little vegetarian fare out of her to eat, and win a night's comfort this evening.”
還活著些腳兒 a colloquialism, “to keep a bit of footing free,” i.e. leave room to maneuver; 還 hái (“still”), 活 here “flexible, unfixed,” 著 the durative zhe. 含糊答應 “to answer noncommittally.” 落得一宵快活 — 得 resultative de — “to end up with a night's ease.”
“As for whether we'd consent tomorrow or not — that would rest with you and me.”
肯與不肯 “whether willing or not.” 在乎你我 “to lie with you and me,” i.e. be within our own control. Bajie's plan is to keep the option open for himself.
“But shut in like this behind a closed door, with our cold ashes and chill stove — how are we to pass the night?”
似這般 “in this manner,” 似 sì, 般 bān. 清灰冷灶 “cold ash and chilly hearth,” the set image for a fireless, comfortless lodging. Bajie's lament for the lost supper is the note on which the public scene ends.
The widow's exit is as abrupt as her fury: she turns behind the screen and slams the inner door, and with it shuts off tea, food, and any further welcome. The pilgrims are left literally out in the cold — the withdrawal of hospitality both a retaliation for their refusal and, as it will prove, one more pressure applied to the weakest of them.
For the scene now belongs to Bajie's grievance. His complaint against Tripitaka is purely practical and wholly self-incriminating: the Master was clumsy to refuse so flatly (“said it all clean dead”); far better to have temporized, wheedled a meal, and banked a night's comfort, keeping the marriage-option open for “tomorrow.” The very reasoning he offers as tactics betrays where his own heart has gone.
The closing image — closed door, cold ash, chill stove, a night to be got through hungry — is the hinge of the chapter. The overt, public phase of the temptation is over and has been withstood; but the covert phase is opening, and Bajie's fretful lament over the lost supper is precisely the appetite through which the four saints' test will find its mark.