Canonical Classics ← 第二十五回
第二十五回
zhènyuánxiāngǎnzhuōjīngsēng
sūnxíngzhěnàozhuāngguàn

The Immortal Zhenyuan Pursues and Seizes the Scripture-Seeking Monk · Sun the Pilgrim Makes Great Havoc at the Five-Villages Abbey

縱雲趕逐
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縱雲趕逐 The Pursuit on the Clouds

xiānmíngyuèqīngfēngzòngxiángguāngláigǎnsānzàngqǐngjiānjiùyǒuqiānzhīyáoxiānzàiyúnduānxiàng西guānkànjiàntángsēngzhuǎntóuxiàngdōngkànshídàoduōgǎnlejiǔbǎixiānmíngyuèqīngfēngzòngxiángguāngláigǎnsānzàngqǐngjiānjiùyǒuqiānzhīyáoxiānzàiyúnduānxiàng西guānkànjiàntángsēngzhuǎntóuxiàngdōngkànshídàoduōgǎnlejiǔbǎi


逐句解 Line by line

xiānmíngyuèqīngfēngzòngxiángguāngláigǎnsānzàngqǐngjiānjiùyǒuqiānzhīyáo xiānmíngyuèqīngfēngzòngxiángguāngláigǎnsānzàngqǐngjiānjiùyǒuqiānzhīyáo

The Great Immortal, with Bright Moon and Clear Wind, sprang up on auspicious light to overtake Sanzang, and in a moment had covered a thousand li.

縱起祥光, zòng qǐ xiáng guāng, "sprang up on auspicious light" — the coloured radiance an immortal travels on, one grade above an ordinary cloud. 頃刻間, qǐng kè jiān, in an instant. A , , is the Chinese mile, roughly half a kilometre; a thousand of them in a moment sets the scale of the chase.

xiānzàiyúnduānxiàng西guānkànjiàntángsēng xiānzàiyúnduānxiàng西guānkànjiàntángsēng

From the cloud's edge the Great Immortal looked away west, but saw no sign of the Tang Monk.

He looks west, where a party fleeing west ought to be, and sees nothing. 向西觀看 takes as guān, "to look at" — the everyday reading, not the guàn that names the abbey he has just left.

zhuǎntóuxiàngdōngkànshídàoduōgǎnlejiǔbǎi zhuǎntóuxiàngdōngkànshídàoduōgǎnlejiǔbǎi

And when he turned his head to look east, he had, on the contrary, overshot by nine hundred li and more.

Because he has already passed them. 倒多趕了 takes as dào, "on the contrary" — the word that turns the sentence into a joke. 九百餘里, nine hundred and more, overshot.


總評 Commentary

The pursuit is played as comic disproportion. The cloud is so fast that in a single instant it overleaps its quarry by nine hundred , and the terrible pursuer has to turn round and look back east for the monk he has left far behind.

The joke has a serious edge, though. A night of desperate riding, at the price of everyone's sleep, has bought the pilgrims a lead that a genuine immortal erases without noticing. There was never any prospect of outrunning him, and the reader now knows it a good few passages before the pilgrims do.