潑猴戲仙 The Monkey Mocks the Immortal
那大仙驚罵道:「我把你這猢猴!怎麼弄手段搗了我的灶?」行者笑道:「你遇著我就該倒灶,干我甚事?我才自也要領你些油湯油水之愛,但只是大小便急了,若在鍋裡開風,恐怕污了你的熟油,不好調菜吃。如今大小便通乾淨了,才好下鍋。不要扎我師父,還來扎我罷。」那大仙聞言,呵呵冷笑,走出殿來,一把扯住。那大仙惊骂道:「我把你这猢猴!怎么弄手段捣了我的灶?」行者笑道:「你遇著我就该倒灶,干我甚事?我才自也要领你些油汤油水之爱,但只是大小便急了,若在锅里开风,恐怕污了你的熟油,不好调菜吃。如今大小便通干净了,才好下锅。不要扎我师父,还来扎我罢。」那大仙闻言,呵呵冷笑,走出殿来,一把扯住。
逐句解 Line by line
That Great Immortal cried out in astonishment and cursing: "I have you, you baboon!
驚罵 (jīng mà) "to cry out in shocked reproach." 猢猴 (hú hóu) "baboon, macaque," 猢 (hú)—an abusive term for the monkey.
"How did you work your trick and wreck my stove?"
弄手段搗了我的灶 (nòng shǒuduàn dǎo le wǒ de zào) "worked a trick and wrecked the stove"—the immortal still astonished at the substitution.
The Pilgrim laughed: "Meeting me, you were bound to have your stove wrecked—what's it to do with me?
你遇著我就該倒灶 (nǐ yù zháo wǒ jiù gāi dǎo zào) "meeting me you were bound to lose your stove," 著 (zháo) "to meet, encounter" (resultative), and 倒灶 (dǎo zào) "stove-toppling," i.e. bad luck—倒 (dǎo) "to topple." 甚事 (shèn shì) "what business," bare 甚 (shèn).
"I had meant, just now, to take some of your kind favour of oil-broth and oil-water; but only my bowels and bladder came on urgently, and had I let go in the pot, I feared I'd foul your good oil and it would be no use for seasoning dishes.
油湯油水之愛 (yóu tāng yóu shuǐ zhī ài) "the favour of oil-broth and oil-water" (mock-gratitude). 大小便 (dà xiǎo biàn) "bowels and bladder." 不好調菜吃 (bù hǎo tiáo cài chī) "no good for seasoning dishes," 調 (tiáo) "to season, blend" (not 調 (diào) "to summon").
"Now that I'm all quite cleaned out, it's a good time to go into the pot."
大小便通乾淨了 (dà xiǎo biàn tōng gānjìng le) "bowels and bladder all cleaned out," 乾 (gān) "clean" (not the trigram 乾 (qián)).
"Don't flog my master—come and flog me instead."
不要扎我師父 (bú yào zhā wǒ shīfu) "do not scald my master." 還來扎我 (hái lái zhā wǒ) "come flog me instead," 還 (hái).
That Great Immortal, hearing this, laughed a cold "heh, heh," walked out from the hall, and with one grab seized him fast.
呵呵冷笑 (hēhē lěngxiào) "laughed a cold laugh." 一把扯住 (yì bǎ chě zhù) "seized him with one grab"—setting up the chapter's final cliffhanger.
Wukong's speech is a masterpiece of impudence: he blames the immortal ("meeting me, you were bound to lose your stove"), turns the frying into a favour of "oil-broth," and spins a bawdy tale of needing to relieve himself first so as not to foul the cooking oil. Even offering himself to the cauldron, he cannot resist the joke. The Great Immortal's cold laugh and sudden grab close the scene on the edge of the next confrontation.