空中惡鬥 A Fierce Battle in the Air
沙僧掣寶杖,八戒舉釘鈀,大聖使鐵棒,一齊上前,把大仙圍住在空中,亂打亂築。這場惡鬥,有詩為證。詩曰:沙僧掣宝杖,八戒举钉钯,大圣使铁棒,一齐上前,把大仙围住在空中,乱打乱筑。这场恶斗,有诗为证。诗曰:
逐句解 Line by line
Wujing drew his precious staff, Bajie raised his nine-tooth rake, the Great Sage plied his iron cudgel, and all together they pressed forward, hemming the Great Immortal in mid-air, striking and hammering in a wild mêlée.
掣寶杖 (chè bǎo zhàng) "drew the treasure-staff." 圍住在空中 (wéi zhù zài kōngzhōng) "hemmed him in mid-air." 亂打亂築 (luàn dǎ luàn zhú) "struck and hammered wildly."
This fierce combat has a poem to prove it.
有詩為證 (yǒu shī wéi zhèng) "there is a poem in witness," 為 (wéi) fixed in 為證—the storyteller's formula before an inset verse.
The poem says:
詩曰 (shī yuē) "the poem says"—ushering in the battle-verse.
Wukong knew not the Immortal Zhenyuan, / Coeval Lord of the world, whose art is deep and strange more still;
鎮元仙 (Zhènyuán xiān) the Immortal Zhenyuan, Patriarch of the Earthly Immortals. 與世同君 (Yǔshì-Tóngjūn) "Coeval Lord of the World," his epithet. 更玄 (gèng xuán) "the more profound."
three divine weapons plied their fury, / one deer-tail whisk floated free of itself;
三件神兵 (sān jiàn shénbīng) "the three divine weapons"—cudgel, rake, and staff. 麈尾 (zhǔ wěi) "the deer-tail whisk," 麈 (zhǔ)—the immortal's sole, effortless defence.
warding left and fending right, he moved with their coming and going, / guarding behind and meeting before, he turned and wheeled at will;
左遮右擋 (zuǒ zhē yòu dǎng) "warding left, fending right." 任轉旋 (rèn zhuǎn xuán) "wheeling at will"—the immortal untroubled amid the three attackers.
night gone and morning come, they could not break away— / and lingering, on what day would they reach the Western Heaven!
夜去朝來 (yè qù zhāo lái) "night departs, morning comes," 朝 (zhāo) "morning." 難脫體 (nán tuō tǐ) "hard to break free," 難 (nán) "difficult." 淹留 (yānliú) "to be detained, lingering."
The three disciples together cannot touch the Great Immortal, who parries all with a single whisk—a decisive image of his superiority. The inset verse frames the futility in a cosmic register: Wukong "knew not" whom he faced, and the pilgrims, unable to break free "night gone and morning come," seem for a moment forever detained from the scripture-quest. The rhetorical closing question hangs the whole pilgrimage in doubt, to be answered only in the next chapter.