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The Corpse-Fiend Thrice Mocks Tang Tripitaka · The Holy Monk in Wrath Banishes the Handsome Monkey King

再打屍魔
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再打屍魔 The Fiend Struck Again

xíngzhěrènshìyāojīnggènglùnbàngzhàotóu便biànguàijiàngùnzishírándǒusǒuyòuchūhuàleyuánshéntuōzhēnerlejiǎshīshǒuyòuzàishānpángzhīxiàxíngzhěrènshìyāojīnggènglùnbàngzhàotóu便biànguàijiàngùnzishírándǒusǒuyòuchūhuàleyuánshéntuōzhēnerlejiǎshīshǒuyòuzàishānpángzhīxià


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhěrènshìyāojīnggènglùnbàngzhàotóu便biàn xíngzhěrènshìyāojīnggènglùnbàngzhàotóu便biàn

Pilgrim knew her for a fiend, and without a word of argument raised his cudgel and struck straight at her head.

更不理論 — not another word of argument. No warning this time and no attempt to persuade anybody: he has taken the wrong lesson from the last round, which is that explaining does not work. And in swinging he breaks, of necessity, the promise he made two passages ago. That is the trap the chapter has been building. To act on the truth, he has to appear to break his word. (認得 takes the toneless de; is gèng.)

guàijiàngùnzishírándǒusǒuyòuchūhuàleyuánshéntuōzhēnerlejiǎshīshǒuyòuzàishānpángzhīxià guàijiàngùnzishírándǒusǒuyòuchūhuàleyuánshéntuōzhēnerlejiǎshīshǒuyòuzàishānpángzhīxià

The monster, seeing the cudgel rise, braced itself as before, sent its spirit forth once again, and slipped its true form away — leaving another false corpse struck dead beside the mountain road.

Same trick, same result. 出化了元神, sent the primal spirit out; 脫真兒, slipped the true self away — and another body is left lying in the road. The repetition is mechanical, and it is meant to be. The demon has found a move that cannot lose, and she will keep playing it. ( points, ; the of 棍子 and the of 脫真兒 are both small toneless tags.)


總評 Commentary

The second strike compresses the first into two swift clauses. No warning, no plea: certain of his sight, Wukong strikes 更不理論, without further debate — and in doing so necessarily breaks the promise he had made only pages earlier. The chapter tightens its trap. To act on the truth, he must appear to break his word.

The escape repeats exactly — the same trick, the same decoy corpse left in the road. The mechanical sameness is the point. Because each blow kills only a shell, the cycle can run indefinitely, taking a little more of the master's trust each time round. The reader, who knows the corpse is false, watches the elder being set up to condemn Wukong a second time on precisely the same illusion.

With the second false corpse the chapter turns toward its climax. Twice now the disciple has seen truly and struck; twice the demon has walked away; and twice the master stands ready to mistake a rescue for a slaughter. What remains is the third disguise, and a dismissal that will not be taken back.