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

四面圍拜
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四面圍拜 The Fourfold Farewell Bow

jiāngshūzhéleliúzàixiùnèiquèyòuruǎnkuǎntángsēngdào:「shīshìgēnchángyòuméngzhǐjiàojīnbànérfèicéngchéngdegōngguǒqǐngzuòshòubàidefàngxīn。」tángsēngzhuǎnhuíshēncǎikǒunóngnóngdedào:「shìhǎoshàngshòudǎirénde。」shèngjiàncǎiyòu使shǐshēnwàinǎohòuháomáolesāngēnchuīkǒuxiānjiào:「biàn!」biànlesānxíngzhěliánběnshēnmiànwéizhùshīxiàbàizhǎnglǎozuǒyòuduǒtuōhǎodàoshòulebàijiāngshūzhéleliúzàixiùnèiquèyòuruǎnkuǎntángsēngdào:「shīshìgēnchángyòuméngzhǐjiàojīnbànérfèicéngchéngdegōngguǒqǐngzuòshòubàidefàngxīn。」tángsēngzhuǎnhuíshēncǎikǒunóngnóngdedào:「shìhǎoshàngshòudǎirénde。」shèngjiàncǎiyòu使shǐshēnwàinǎohòuháomáolesāngēnchuīkǒuxiānjiào:「biàn!」biànlesānxíngzhěliánběnshēnmiànwéizhùshīxiàbàizhǎnglǎozuǒyòuduǒtuōhǎodàoshòulebài


逐句解 Line by line

jiāngshūzhéleliúzàixiùnèiquèyòuruǎnkuǎntángsēngdào:「shīshìgēnchángyòuméngzhǐjiàojīnbànérfèicéngchéngdegōngguǒqǐngzuòshòubàidefàngxīn。」 jiāngshūzhéleliúzàixiùnèiquèyòuruǎnkuǎntángsēngdào:「shīshìgēnchángyòuméngzhǐjiàojīnbànérfèicéngchéngdegōngguǒqǐngzuòshòubàidefàngxīn。」

He folded the letter, tucked it into his sleeve, and then, softening his words to the Tang Monk, said: "Master, I have kept you company all this while, and had besides the Bodhisattva's instruction; to give it all up half-done today, with no merit-fruit achieved — I beg you, sit, and receive a bow from me, and I'll go the more content."

He folds the letter and puts it in his sleeve — he is keeping it — and then 軟款, softens his voice. What he asks for is a bow. Not a reprieve and not an apology: the ordinary courtesy a disciple owes a master, so that he can go with his mind at rest. 半塗而廢 is a way of writing 半途而廢, to give a thing up halfway, and 功果 is the merit-fruit, the spiritual result the whole journey was meant to produce. He is grieving the unfinished work quite as much as the parting. ( fronts the object; both instances of are the toneless complement marker.)

tángsēngzhuǎnhuíshēncǎikǒunóngnóngdedào:「shìhǎoshàngshòudǎirénde。」 tángsēngzhuǎnhuíshēncǎikǒunóngnóngdedào:「shìhǎoshàngshòudǎirénde。」

The Tang Monk turned his body away and would not face him, muttering under his breath: "I am a good monk — I'll not take the bow of a wicked man like you."

And the master turns his back. 唧唧噥噥 is muttering under the breath, the sound of somebody grumbling rather than speaking — and what he grumbles is that he is a good monk and will not accept the bow of a 歹人, a bad man. It is the coldest moment in the chapter, and it is very small and very human: an old man refusing to look at someone.

shèngjiàncǎiyòu使shǐshēnwàinǎohòuháomáolesāngēnchuīkǒuxiānjiào:「biàn!」 shèngjiàncǎiyòu使shǐshēnwàinǎohòuháomáolesāngēnchuīkǒuxiānjiào:「biàn!」

The Great Sage, seeing he would not turn, worked an out-of-body art: he plucked three hairs from the back of his skull, blew on them a breath of immortal air, and cried, "Change!"

身外法 is the outside-the-body art, Wukong's signature trick of turning his own hairs into copies of himself. He normally uses it to fight armies. Here he uses it to obtain a bow.

biànlesānxíngzhěliánběnshēnmiànwéizhùshīxiàbài biànlesānxíngzhěliánběnshēnmiànwéizhùshīxiàbài

At once they changed into three more Pilgrims; with his own body, four in all, they surrounded the master on four sides and bowed down.

Four of him, one at each point of the compass, and the master in the middle. It is funny, and it is heartbreaking, and the novel is entirely aware of both. ( is xíng.)

zhǎnglǎozuǒyòuduǒtuōhǎodàoshòulebài zhǎnglǎozuǒyòuduǒtuōhǎodàoshòulebài

The elder, unable to dodge to left or right, could not but receive one bow after all.

好道也 is something like "well, after all" — a shrug in three characters. He could not dodge, so he took the bow. Wukong has conjured out of him the one thing he asked for and was refused, and there is no triumph in it at all. (那長老 points, , with as zhǎng.)


總評 Commentary

This is one of the most affecting passages in the whole novel. Facing expulsion, Wukong asks for nothing but a farewell bow — the ordinary courtesy between master and disciple — so that he can go with his mind at rest. It is a request for form, for dignity in the parting, from someone who has just been called a murderer and thrown out on a slanderer's word. That he asks so humbly is the measure of his loyalty.

The elder's refusal is the chapter's coldest stroke. He turns his back and mutters that he will not take the bow of a wicked man, denying Wukong even the last small ritual of respect. And Wukong's response is entirely characteristic: not force and not fury, but three hairs plucked from the back of his head, three doubles, and the master surrounded on four sides so that, dodge as he may, he must face a bowing disciple.

The fourfold bow is where comedy and pathos meet, as they so often do in this book. There is something absurd in the Great Sage multiplying himself to extract a farewell from an unwilling master, and something deeply moving in his refusal to leave without one. He takes by magic the dignity he is denied freely, and the small victory is soaked in grief. It is the last courtesy of a bond about to be cut.