鞭打柳樹 Flogging the Willows
不說他師徒在路暫住。且說那大仙天明起來,吃了早齋,出在殿上,教:「拿鞭來,今日卻該打唐三藏了。」那小仙掄著鞭,望唐僧道:「打你哩。」那柳樹也應道:「打麼。」乒乓打了三十。掄過鞭來,對八戒道:「打你哩。」那柳樹也應道:「打麼。」及打沙僧,也應道教打。不说他师徒在路暂住。且说那大仙天明起来,吃了早斋,出在殿上,教:「拿鞭来,今日却该打唐三藏了。」那小仙抡着鞭,望唐僧道:「打你哩。」那柳树也应道:「打么。」乒乓打了三十。抡过鞭来,对八戒道:「打你哩。」那柳树也应道:「打么。」及打沙僧,也应道教打。
逐句解 Line by line
No more of the master and disciples resting on the road.
不說…且說 is the storyteller changing camera: leave them there, and turn to the abbey. Both halves of the formula appear here and in the next line.
Now that Great Immortal rose at daybreak, ate his morning meal, came out on the hall, and ordered: "Fetch the whip—today it falls to Tang Sanzang to be beaten."
Morning at the abbey, and the routine is horribly ordinary: get up, eat breakfast, come out to the hall, call for the whip. 早齋, zǎo zhāi, is the morning meal in a religious house, meat-free by rule. 卻該打唐三藏了, "today it falls to Tang Sanzang" — a rota. 藏 is zàng.
That little immortal swung the whip and said to the Tang Monk, "I'm going to beat you."
掄著鞭, swinging the whip, takes 著 as zhe, marking the action in progress. 打你哩, "I'm going to beat you now" — announced first, which turns out to be a mistake.
And that willow tree answered too: "Beat away."
And the tree answers. 打麼, "beat away, then" — two syllables, and the funniest line in the chapter. 應 is yìng, "to answer."
Thwack and whack, thirty strokes were laid on.
乒乓, pīng pāng, is the same sound-word the cudgel made against the manfruit tree forty passages back, and it is doing the same job: something wooden is being hit hard.
He swung the whip round and said to Bajie, "I'm going to beat you."
掄過鞭來, swinging the whip round to the next one along.
And that willow tree answered too: "Beat away."
The same two syllables again. Repetition is the whole technique of this passage.
And when he came to beat Wujing, it too answered, telling him to beat on.
And a third time, with the narrator now too bored to quote it in full. 教打 takes 教 as jiào, "let, tell to."
The morning's comedy is built out of pure repetition. Beat you now. Beat away, then. Thwack, thirty. Beat you now. Beat away, then. The Patriarch of the Earthly Immortals stands in his own main hall solemnly flogging four willow logs that answer him politely each time, and the narrator plays it perfectly straight.
What makes it work is that the reader is the only one in on it. Nobody in the abbey suspects a thing; the executioner counts his strokes; the sound-word 乒乓 is the same one used when the cudgel first struck the manfruit tree, so even the noise is a hint nobody hears. All that is left is to wait for someone to look closely.