Canonical Classics ← 第二十五回
第二十五回
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The Immortal Zhenyuan Pursues and Seizes the Scripture-Seeking Monk · Sun the Pilgrim Makes Great Havoc at the Five-Villages Abbey

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解鎖夜遁 Unlocking the Gates by Night

shuōhuàhòudōutiānhūnjuédōngfāngyuèshàngxíngzhědào:「shíwànlàishēngbīnglúnmíngxiǎnzhènghǎozǒule。」jièdào:「ayàodǎoguǐménsuǒwǎngzǒu?」xíngzhědào:「kànshǒuduàn。」jīnbàngniǎnzàishǒuzhōng使shǐjiěsuǒ」,wǎngménshàngzhǐzhǐtīngdeqiāngdeshēngxiǎngcéngménshuānghuángluòdekāileménshànjièxiàodào:「hǎoběnshìjiùshìjiàoxiǎoerjiàng使shǐtiànzi便biànxiàngzhèděngshuǎng。」xíngzhědào:「zhèméneryǒushènhǎnjiùshìnántiānménzhǐzhǐkāile。」shuōhuàhòudōutiānhūnjuédōngfāngyuèshàngxíngzhědào:「shíwànlàishēngbīnglúnmíngxiǎnzhènghǎozǒule。」jièdào:「ayàodǎoguǐménsuǒwǎngzǒu?」xíngzhědào:「kànshǒuduàn。」jīnbàngniǎnzàishǒuzhōng使shǐjiěsuǒ」,wǎngménshàngzhǐzhǐtīngdeqiāngdeshēngxiǎngcéngménshuānghuángluòdekāileménshànjièxiàodào:「hǎoběnshìjiùshìjiàoxiǎoerjiàng使shǐtiànzi便biànxiàngzhèděngshuǎng。」xíngzhědào:「zhèméneryǒushènhǎnjiùshìnántiānménzhǐzhǐkāile。」


逐句解 Line by line

shuōhuàhòudōutiānhūnjuédōngfāngyuèshàng shuōhuàhòudōutiānhūnjuédōngfāngyuèshàng

After this talk it had all grown dark, and, before they knew it, the moon was up in the east.

天昏 (tiān hūn) "the sky darkened." 不覺 (bù jué) "unawares, before one knew it," 覺 (jué) "to be aware" (not 覺 (jiào) "sleep"). 都已 (dōu yǐ) "already, by now."

xíngzhědào:「shíwànlàishēngbīnglúnmíngxiǎnzhènghǎozǒule。」 xíngzhědào:「shíwànlàishēngbīnglúnmíngxiǎnzhènghǎozǒule。」

The Pilgrim said, "Now every sound is stilled and the ice-wheel shines bright—a good time to be off."

萬籟無聲 (wànlài wúshēng) "the myriad sounds are silent," the hush of deep night. 冰輪 (bīnglún) "the ice-wheel," a poetic name for the moon.

jièdào:「ayàodǎoguǐménsuǒwǎngzǒu?」 jièdào:「ayàodǎoguǐménsuǒwǎngzǒu?」

Bajie said, "Brother, no playing tricks—the gates are all locked shut; where is there to go?"

搗鬼 (dǎoguǐ) "to play tricks, be up to mischief." 往那裡走 (wǎng nǎlǐ zǒu) "where is there to go?"—rhetorical, with interrogative 那 (nǎ).

xíngzhědào:「kànshǒuduàn。」 xíngzhědào:「kànshǒuduàn。」

The Pilgrim said, "Watch my art."

你看手段 (nǐ kàn shǒuduàn) "watch [my] skill"—Wukong's cue to a display of magic.

jīnbàngniǎnzàishǒuzhōng使shǐjiěsuǒ」,wǎngménshàngzhǐzhǐtīngdeqiāngdeshēngxiǎngcéngménshuānghuángluòdekāileménshàn jīnbàngniǎnzàishǒuzhōng使shǐjiěsuǒ」,wǎngménshàngzhǐzhǐtīngdeqiāngdeshēngxiǎngcéngménshuānghuángluòdekāileménshàn

Twirling the gold-banded cudgel in his hand, he worked a "lock-loosing spell," pointed it at the gates—and with a rending crash the double bolts of every gate dropped away, and the leaves of the door flew open with a clatter.

解鎖法 (jiě suǒ fǎ) "a lock-loosing spell." 雙鐄俱落 (shuāng huáng jù luò) "the paired bolts all fell," 鐄 (huáng) the lock-bolt. 突蹡 (tū qiāng) and 唿喇 (hū lā) render the crash and clatter. 聽得 (tīng de) takes the toneless 得 (de).

jièxiàodào:「hǎoběnshìjiùshìjiàoxiǎoerjiàng使shǐtiànzi便biànxiàngzhèděngshuǎng。」 jièxiàodào:「hǎoběnshìjiùshìjiàoxiǎoerjiàng使shǐtiànzi便biànxiàngzhèděngshuǎng。」

Bajie laughed: "A fine skill! Even a little tinker plying his pick could not be so slick as this."

小爐兒匠 (xiǎo lú'r jiàng) "a little stove-tinker, itinerant metalworker." 使掭子 (shǐ tiànzi) "to ply a pick/probe," 掭 (tiàn). 爽利 (shuǎnglì) "deft, slick, clean."

xíngzhědào:「zhèméneryǒushènhǎnjiùshìnántiānménzhǐzhǐkāile。」 xíngzhědào:「zhèméneryǒushènhǎnjiùshìnántiānménzhǐzhǐkāile。」

The Pilgrim said, "What is so rare about this little door? Were it the Southern Gate of Heaven itself, one point of the finger would open it too."

這個門兒 (zhège mén'r) the suffix 兒 (er). 有甚稀罕 (yǒu shèn xīhan) "what is rare about it," bare 甚 (shèn). 南天門 (Nántiān Mén) the Southern Gate of Heaven.


總評 Commentary

Wukong's "lock-loosing spell" dispatches the boys' elaborate precaution in an instant—the double bolts fall, the doors clatter open—undoing the whole mechanism of the trap with a flick of the cudgel. Bajie's admiring comparison to a "little tinker's pick" keeps the marvel grounded in the everyday.

The Pilgrim's boast—that even the Southern Gate of Heaven would open at a point of his finger—recalls his cosmic career before the pilgrimage, when he stormed the celestial palaces. Against the abbey's locked gates the reminder is almost offhand: for the one-time Great Sage, mortal locks are no obstacle at all.