三星無方 The Stars Have No Cure
三星聞言,心中也悶道:「你這猴兒,全不識人。那鎮元子乃地仙之祖;我等乃神仙之宗;你雖得了天仙,還是太乙散數,未入真流,你怎麼脫得他手?若是大聖打殺了走獸飛禽、蜾蟲鱗長,只用我黍米之丹,可以救活。那人參果乃仙木之根,如何醫治?沒方,沒方。」那行者見說無方,卻就眉峰雙鎖,額蹙千痕。福星道:「大聖,此處無方,他處或有,怎麼就生煩惱?」行者道:「無方別訪,果然容易,就是遊遍海角天涯,轉透三十六天,亦是小可。只是我那唐長老法嚴量窄,止與了我三日期限;三日以外不到,他就要念那緊箍兒咒哩。」三星笑道:「好,好,好,若不是這個法兒拘束你,你又鑽天了。」壽星道:「大聖放心,不須煩惱。那大仙雖稱上輩,卻也與我等有識。一則久別,不曾拜望;二來是大聖的人情:如今我三人同去望他一望,就與你道達此情,教那唐和尚莫念緊箍兒咒,休說三日五日,只等你求得方來,我們才別。」行者道:「感激,感激。就請三位老弟行行,我去也。」大聖辭別三星不題。三星闻言,心中也闷道:「你这猴儿,全不识人。那镇元子乃地仙之祖;我等乃神仙之宗;你虽得了天仙,还是太乙散数,未入真流,你怎么脱得他手?若是大圣打杀了走兽飞禽、蜾虫鳞长,只用我黍米之丹,可以救活。那人参果乃仙木之根,如何医治?没方,没方。」那行者见说无方,却就眉峰双锁,额蹙千痕。福星道:「大圣,此处无方,他处或有,怎么就生烦恼?」行者道:「无方别访,果然容易,就是游遍海角天涯,转透三十六天,亦是小可。只是我那唐长老法严量窄,止与了我三日期限;三日以外不到,他就要念那紧箍儿咒哩。」三星笑道:「好,好,好,若不是这个法儿拘束你,你又钻天了。」寿星道:「大圣放心,不须烦恼。那大仙虽称上辈,却也与我等有识。一则久别,不曾拜望;二来是大圣的人情:如今我三人同去望他一望,就与你道达此情,教那唐和尚莫念紧箍儿咒,休说三日五日,只等你求得方来,我们才别。」行者道:「感激,感激。就请三位老弟行行,我去也。」大圣辞别三星不题。
逐句解 Line by line
Hearing this, the three Stars too were troubled at heart, and said, "You monkey, you know nothing of people!
心中也悶, inwardly vexed as well -- the Stars are not angry, they are troubled, which is worse. 猴兒, monkey, is dismissive and fond at once, with 兒 the suffix er. 不識人 is not knowing what people are worth.
That Zhenyuan is the patriarch of the earth-immortals, and we are the founders of the spirit-immortals; but you, though you have won to the rank of a heaven-immortal, are still of the scattered ranks of Taiyi, not yet entered upon the true stream — how could you ever slip out of his hand?
This is the chapter's ranking table, and Wukong comes out badly. Zhenyuan is 地仙之祖, patriarch of the earth-immortals; the Stars are 神仙之宗, founders of the spirit-immortals; Wukong holds the lesser rank of 天仙 and is still, they say, 太乙散數 -- a loose, unattached number among the followers of Taiyi, with 散 read sǎn, as in 散仙, an immortal on no roll. 未入真流 is not yet in the true current. The two instances of 得 pull apart: 得了 is has attained, dé, while 脫得 asks whether escape was possible at all, toneless de.
Had the Great Sage struck dead some running beast or flying bird, some insect or scaly creature, a single grain of our millet-elixir could bring it back to life.
The Stars can raise the dead, but only animals. 走獸飛禽 is beasts that run and birds that fly; 蜾蟲鱗長 pairs the creeping insects with the scaled tribe and its chief, the dragon, from 鱗蟲之長, with 長 read zhǎng. 黍米之丹 is an elixir the size of a millet grain -- a dose small enough to sit on a fingernail, and enough to restore a life.
But that ginseng fruit is the root of an immortal tree — how is it to be healed?
仙木之根, the root of a divine tree, puts the ginseng tree in a different category altogether from anything that breathes. 參 is shēn again.
There is no remedy — no remedy at all."
The doubled 沒方, no prescription, is flat refusal. The gods of long life, of all beings, have nothing to offer a dead divine tree.
When the pilgrim heard there was no remedy, his brows knit into a double lock and a thousand furrows creased his forehead.
眉峰雙鎖, the brow-peaks locked twice over, and 額蹙千痕, a thousand creases pressed into the forehead, are set phrases for real dismay. This is the first moment in the chapter where Wukong's cheerfulness fails him.
Said the Star of Fortune, "Great Sage, if there's no remedy here, perhaps there is one elsewhere — why fall at once into gloom?"
此處 ... 他處, here and elsewhere, with 處 read chù. 生煩惱 is to breed vexation. The Star of Fortune, whose job is cheerfulness, talks him out of it.
The pilgrim said, "To seek a remedy elsewhere is easy enough — to roam to the sea's corners and the sky's edge, or wind clean through the thirty-six heavens, would be no great matter.
海角天涯, the sea's horn and heaven's brink, is the Chinese for the ends of the earth. 三十六天 are the thirty-six Daoist heavens; 小可 is a trifle. Distance means nothing to a creature who can cross the world in one somersault. The clock is another matter.
The trouble is that Elder Tang of mine, strict in the Law and narrow in patience, has granted me but a three-day term; if I'm not back within the three days, he'll start reciting that Tight-Fillet Spell."
And here is the real problem. 法嚴量窄, severe in discipline and narrow in tolerance, is a startlingly frank description of one's own master. 唐長老 is Elder Tang, 長 = zhǎng. 緊箍兒咒 is the Tight-Fillet Spell, with 兒 the suffix er.
The three Stars laughed. "Good, good, good — were it not for this little trick to keep you in check, you'd be boring holes in the sky again."
鑽天 is to drill up into the heavens, and it is a pointed choice of words -- it is roughly what Wukong actually did during his rebellion. 法兒, device or trick, with 兒 = er, is the Stars' irreverent name for the golden band. They think it suits him.
Said the Star of Longevity, "Set your mind at ease, Great Sage — there's no need to fret.
放心 is to set the heart at rest. The eldest of the three now produces the practical help the other two could not.
That Great Immortal, though he ranks a generation above us, is nonetheless an acquaintance of ours.
稱上輩 is reckoned a generation senior, 稱 = chēng; 有識 is to be acquainted. What the Stars cannot do by power they may be able to do by knowing the right person.
For one thing, we've long been parted and never paid our respects; for another, it is a kindness to the Great Sage. So we three will go together to look in on him, put your case to him, and bid the Tang monk hold off the Tight-Fillet Spell — never mind three days or five, but wait until you've found your remedy before we take our leave."
The solution is pure social engineering. 一則 ... 二來, firstly and secondly, sets out the two motives in the order a polite person would give them: an overdue courtesy call first, the favour second. 道達此情 is to convey the circumstances; 求得方來 is to seek out and obtain the remedy, 得 = dé.
The pilgrim said, "I'm much obliged, much obliged!
感激, grateful, doubled in Wukong's usual emphatic manner. Unfeigned thanks are rare enough from him to be worth marking.
Then I beg you three old brothers to be on your way — and off I go."
行行 is go along, off you go, both instances read xíng. The doubling gives it a hurrying, colloquial ring -- he is already halfway out of the door.
The Great Sage took leave of the three Stars, and of this we say no more.
不題, no more of this, is the storyteller closing one thread so he can pick up another. Film would call it a cut.
The scene turns briefly from comedy to something graver. The Stars' refusal rests on a worked-out hierarchy of immortality: Zhenyuan is a patriarch of the earth-immortals, the Stars are founders of the spirit-immortals, and Wukong, for all his self-awarded title, is a junior heaven-immortal on nobody's roll. Their millet-grain elixir can raise dead animals; a slain divine tree is beyond it. The distinction humbles Wukong and raises the stakes of his search at the same time.
For a moment the mask slips. The stock phrases of a furrowed brow -- brow-peaks locked twice over, a thousand creases -- show a Wukong genuinely stricken, his flippancy spent. It is a small but telling beat: the destruction he has been treating as a joke turns out to have consequences even he cannot laugh off.
The eldest Star's solution is characteristic of the novel's social imagination. What the Stars cannot do by power they can do by acquaintance, calling on an old connection with Zhenyuan to win Wukong a stay of execution. Heaven runs, in part, on courtesy and standing. And Wukong's doubled much obliged is one of his more disarming moments of plain gratitude.