帝君無方 No Cure at Fangzhang
帝君叫道:「曼倩休亂言,看茶來也。」曼倩原是東方朔的道名,他急入裡取茶二杯。飲訖,行者道:「老孫此來,有一事奉干,未知允否?」帝君道:「何事?自當領教。」行者道:「近因保唐僧西行,路過萬壽山五莊觀,因他那小童無狀,是我一時發怒,把他人參果樹推倒,一時阻滯,唐僧不得脫身,特來尊處求賜一方醫治,萬望慨然。」帝君道:「你這猴子,不管一二,到處裡闖禍。那五莊觀鎮元子,聖號與世同君,乃地仙之祖,你怎麼就衝撞了他?他那人參果樹乃草還丹,你偷吃了,尚說有罪;卻又連樹推倒,他肯干休?」行者道:「正是呢。我們走脫了,被他趕上,把我們就當汗巾兒一般,一袖子都籠去了,所以閣氣。沒奈何,許他求方醫治,故此拜求。」帝君道:「我有一粒九轉太乙還丹,但能治世間生靈,卻不能醫樹。樹乃土木之靈,天滋地潤。若是凡間的果木,醫治還可;這萬壽山乃先天福地,五莊觀乃賀洲洞天,人參果又是天開地闢之靈根,如何可治,無方,無方。」帝君叫道:「曼倩休乱言,看茶来也。」曼倩原是东方朔的道名,他急入里取茶二杯。饮讫,行者道:「老孙此来,有一事奉干,未知允否?」帝君道:「何事?自当领教。」行者道:「近因保唐僧西行,路过万寿山五庄观,因他那小童无状,是我一时发怒,把他人参果树推倒,一时阻滞,唐僧不得脱身,特来尊处求赐一方医治,万望慨然。」帝君道:「你这猴子,不管一二,到处里闯祸。那五庄观镇元子,圣号与世同君,乃地仙之祖,你怎么就冲撞了他?他那人参果树乃草还丹,你偷吃了,尚说有罪;却又连树推倒,他肯干休?」行者道:「正是呢。我们走脱了,被他赶上,把我们就当汗巾儿一般,一袖子都笼去了,所以阁气。没奈何,许他求方医治,故此拜求。」帝君道:「我有一粒九转太乙还丹,但能治世间生灵,却不能医树。树乃土木之灵,天滋地润。若是凡间的果木,医治还可;这万寿山乃先天福地,五庄观乃贺洲洞天,人参果又是天开地辟之灵根,如何可治,无方,无方。」
逐句解 Line by line
The Sovereign Lord called out, “Manqian, no more of your nonsense — bring the tea!”
曼倩 (Màn qiàn) is Dongfang Shuo’s courtesy name; 休亂言, "stop talking wildly." The host cuts short the rogues’ banter to resume the courtesies.
Manqian was Dongfang Shuo’s Daoist name; he hurried inside and fetched two cups of tea.
道名 ("religious name," a Daoist’s style-name); the narrator pauses to gloss the name, then returns to the action — tea being served before business.
When they had drunk, the pilgrim said, “Old Monkey has come with a matter to ask of you — I wonder whether you’ll grant it?”
飲訖 ("having finished drinking," 訖 = qì, "to conclude"); 奉干 ("respectfully to beg [a favor]"); 允否, "will you grant it or not." Wukong turns, as ever, from banter to petition.
The Sovereign Lord said, “What matter is it?”
何事 ("what affair"), inviting Wukong to state his business.
“I shall be glad to hear it.”
自當領教 ("I ought certainly to receive your instruction," 當 = dāng), a courteous formula of willingness.
The pilgrim said, “Lately, escorting the Tang Monk westward, we passed the Five-Villages Abbey on the Mountain of Ten Thousand Years. When his young acolytes were insolent, I flew into a fit of temper and pushed his ginseng-fruit tree over; now we’re held up, the Tang Monk cannot get free, and I’ve come to your honored self to beg a prescription to heal it — I earnestly hope you’ll be generous.”
無狀 ("without manners, insolent"); 推倒 ("to push over," 倒 = dǎo); 不得脫身 ("cannot free oneself," 得 the potential de). 人參果 — 參 read shēn. Wukong lays out the whole case with unusual straightforwardness.
The Sovereign Lord said, “You monkey — heedless of all consequence, you go stirring up trouble wherever you turn.”
不管一二 ("caring nothing for the whys and wherefores," recklessly); 闖禍, "to bring on disaster." Even the courteous Donghua cannot forbear a rebuke.
“That Zhenyuan of the Five-Villages Abbey — his holy title is ‘Coeval with the Age’ — is the patriarch of the earth-immortals; how could you go and affront him?”
鎮元子 ("Master Zhenyuan," 子 the honorific zǐ); 與世同君 ("Lord Coeval with the World"), Zhenyuan’s epithet, marking his immeasurable age; 衝撞, "to offend, to clash with."
“His ginseng-fruit tree is a very herb-elixir; even to have stolen and eaten the fruit would be a crime — but you toppled the whole tree besides. Will he let the matter rest?”
草還丹 ("a herbal reverted-elixir," 還 = huán), the tree ranked among the supreme elixirs; 連樹推倒 ("pushed over the very tree," 倒 = dǎo); 肯干休, "be willing to let it drop." 參 again shēn.
The pilgrim said, “That’s just it.”
正是呢 ("exactly so"), Wukong conceding the point — he knows full well the gravity of what he has done.
“We got away, but he overtook us and, treating us like so many sweat-rags, swept the whole lot of us up in one sleeve — which is why I’m so put out.”
當…一般 ("to treat [us] as though…," 當 = dàng, "to regard as"); 汗巾兒 ("a sweat-cloth," 兒 the suffix er); 一袖子都籠去 ("swept all into the sleeve," 籠 = lǒng); 閣氣, "to nurse a grievance, be vexed."
“Having no other recourse, I promised to seek a remedy and cure it — and so I come to entreat you.”
沒奈何 ("with no help for it, at a loss"); 許他, "to promise him"; 拜求, "to beg with a bow." The petition is renewed in earnest.
The Sovereign Lord said, “I have a pellet of Nine-Cycle Taiyi Reverted Elixir, but it can only heal the living creatures of this world — it cannot mend a tree.”
九轉太乙還丹 ("Nine-Times-Refined Elixir of the Supreme One," 還 = huán), a supreme alchemical pill; 世間生靈, "the living things of the world." As with the Stars, the elixir avails for creatures, not for a divine plant.
“A tree is a spirit of earth and wood, nourished by heaven and moistened by the ground.”
土木之靈 ("a numen of soil and timber"); 天滋地潤, "fed by heaven, watered by earth." The Lord explains why a tree lies outside the elixir’s power: it is of a wholly different nature.
“Were it some common fruit-tree of the mortal world, a cure might yet be managed; but this Mountain of Ten Thousand Years is a blessed ground of the Prior Heaven, the Five-Villages Abbey a cave-paradise of the Western Continent, and the ginseng fruit a numinous root born with the parting of heaven and earth — how could it be healed? There is no remedy — no remedy.”
先天福地 ("a blessed land of the Prior Heaven"), predating the formed cosmos; 賀洲洞天 ("a grotto-heaven of Aparagodānīya," the western continent); 天開地闢之靈根, "a numinous root [dating] from the opening of heaven and the cleaving of earth." 還 here is hái ("still, yet"); 參, shēn.
The heart of the Fangzhang episode repeats, with variation, the disappointment of Penglai: another great immortal, another confession of helplessness. Donghua’s refusal is framed first as a rebuke — "you go stirring up trouble wherever you turn" — and Wukong, tellingly, does not argue: "That’s just it," he concedes, aware of the enormity of having felled the patriarch Zhenyuan’s tree.
The Lord’s explanation deepens the cosmology the Stars had begun to sketch. His Nine-Cycle elixir, like their millet-grain pill, can restore living creatures but not a plant — and the ginseng tree is no ordinary plant, but a "numinous root born with the parting of heaven and earth," rooted in a "blessed ground of the Prior Heaven." The repeated "no remedy, no remedy" builds a sense of impasse: the mightiest elixirs of the immortal world are powerless before a growth older than the world itself.
Woven through the grave exposition is Wukong’s own vivid grievance — the memory of being swept up "like so many sweat-rags" in Zhenyuan’s sleeve. The detail keeps the scene human amid its cosmology: for all the talk of Prior Heavens and primal roots, his complaint is the smarting, personal indignity of defeat. It is this wounded pride, as much as duty to his master, that drives his dogged search.