童子詬罵 The Boys Rail at the Monk
兩個出了園門,徑來殿上,指著唐僧,禿前禿後,穢語污言,不絕口的亂罵;賊頭鼠腦,臭短臊長,沒好氣的胡嚷。唐僧聽不過道:「仙童啊,你鬧的是甚麼?消停些兒,有話慢說不妨,不要胡說散道的。」清風說:「你的耳聾?我是蠻話,你不省得?你偷吃了人參果,怎麼不容我說?」唐僧道:「人參果怎麼模樣?」明月道:「才拿來與你吃,你說像孩童的不是?」唐僧道:「阿彌陀佛!那東西一見,我就心驚膽戰,還敢偷他吃哩?就是害了饞痞,也不敢幹這賊事。不要錯怪了人。」清風道:「你雖不曾吃,還有手下人要偷吃的哩。」两个出了园门,径来殿上,指着唐僧,秃前秃后,秽语污言,不绝口的乱骂;贼头鼠脑,臭短臊长,没好气的胡嚷。唐僧听不过道:「仙童啊,你闹的是甚么?消停些儿,有话慢说不妨,不要胡说散道的。」清风说:「你的耳聋?我是蛮话,你不省得?你偷吃了人参果,怎么不容我说?」唐僧道:「人参果怎么模样?」明月道:「才拿来与你吃,你说像孩童的不是?」唐僧道:「阿弥陀佛!那东西一见,我就心惊胆战,还敢偷他吃哩?就是害了馋痞,也不敢干这贼事。不要错怪了人。」清风道:「你虽不曾吃,还有手下人要偷吃的哩。」
逐句解 Line by line
The two came out of the garden and up to the hall, and pointing at the Tang Monk — 'bald this' and 'bald that' — reviled him without stop in filthy, foul language; 'thief-head, rat-brain,' 'stinking-short and reeking-long,' they raged and railed with no good temper.
A torrent of Ming abuse, and the novel enjoys every syllable. 禿前禿後, "bald in front, bald behind," mocks his shaven head. 賊頭鼠腦, thief-head and rat-brain. 臭短臊長, "stinking-short and reeking-long," is a rhyming abuse-pair with no literal sense worth chasing — the force is entirely in the sound, and 長 is cháng. 指著 takes the durative zhe.
The Tang Monk, unable to bear it, said, "Immortal boys — what is this uproar you make?
And the monk's response to being screamed at is to ask them to speak more slowly, which is both funny and exactly in character.
Calm yourselves a little; if you have something to say, say it slowly — no harm in that — but do not talk such loose nonsense."
消停, xiāo tíng, to calm down, ease off. 胡說散道, hú shuō sàn dào, loose scattered talk, with 散 as sàn.
Pure-Wind said, "Are your ears deaf?
Pure-Wind is past courtesy.
Am I speaking some barbarian tongue you don't understand?
蠻話, mán huà, "barbarian speech" — am I talking some foreign gibberish you can't follow? 省得 takes 省 as xǐng, "to be aware," with the light de.
You stole and ate the ginseng-fruit — how can you not let me speak of it?"
The charge, finally stated plainly.
The Tang Monk said, "And what does a ginseng-fruit look like?"
And Tripiṭaka's reply is the reply of a man who genuinely does not know what they are talking about.
Bright-Moon said, "The very thing just brought for you to eat — did you not say it was like a child?"
Bright-Moon reminds him, and the reminder is unanswerable: the thing we brought you, that you said looked like a child.
The Tang Monk said, "Amitābha!
阿彌陀佛, Ē mí tuó Fó, Amitābha — the Buddha of the Western Paradise, whose name is recited as a pious ejaculation much as one might say "Heaven help us." 佛 is always fó.
At the mere sight of that thing my heart quailed — how should I dare steal and eat it?
心驚膽戰, xīn jīng dǎn zhàn, heart-struck and gall-trembling — the gall bladder being the seat of courage in Chinese physiology, so the compound means terrified to the core. And his defence is unarguable: I was too frightened of the thing to touch it.
Even were I sick with gluttony, I would not dare do so thievish a thing.
饞痞, chán pǐ, a "gluttony-blockage" — a mock ailment, greed treated as a diagnosable complaint of the abdomen. Even if I had that disease, he says, I would not do a thief's deed.
Do not wrongly blame a man."
錯怪了人 — the same phrase the Earth-God used to Pilgrim, and that Pilgrim used back. Third time in the chapter, and the only occasion where the person saying it is entirely innocent.
Pure-Wind said, "Even if you did not eat it, there are your underlings who would."
And Pure-Wind shifts the accusation exactly where it belongs. Not you — your men. Which is precisely what the master warned about before he left.
They arrive at the hall and let fly, and the passage is a small anthology of Ming invective — bald in front and bald behind, thief-head and rat-brain, stinking-short and reeking-long, a rhyming abuse-pair whose force is entirely in the noise. The novel is plainly enjoying itself.
Tripiṭaka's response to being screamed at is to ask them to speak more slowly, which is funny and exactly in character. When the charge finally comes out plainly, his defence is transparently honest and rather touching: the sight of the thing terrified him, he says, and even if he were sick with a gluttony-complaint he would not do a thief's deed. He is the one member of the party with clean hands, and he is the one being screamed at.
Then Pure-Wind moves the accusation to where it belongs — even if you did not eat it, there are your men who would. Which is precisely the warning Zhènyuán gave before he left, arriving at last at the right target.