四面圍拜 The Fourfold Farewell Bow
他將書摺了,留在袖內,卻又軟款唐僧道:「師父,我也是跟你一場,又蒙菩薩指教,今日半塗而廢,不曾成得功果,你請坐,受我一拜,我也去得放心。」唐僧轉回身不睬,口裡唧唧噥噥的道:「我是個好和尚,不受你歹人的禮。」大聖見他不睬,又使個身外法,把腦後毫毛拔了三根,吹口仙氣,叫:「變!」即變了三個行者,連本身四個,四面圍住師父下拜。那長老左右躲不脫,好道也受了一拜。他将书折了,留在袖内,却又软款唐僧道:「师父,我也是跟你一场,又蒙菩萨指教,今日半涂而废,不曾成得功果,你请坐,受我一拜,我也去得放心。」唐僧转回身不睬,口里唧唧哝哝的道:「我是个好和尚,不受你歹人的礼。」大圣见他不睬,又使个身外法,把脑后毫毛拔了三根,吹口仙气,叫:「变!」即变了三个行者,连本身四个,四面围住师父下拜。那长老左右躲不脱,好道也受了一拜。
逐句解 Line by line
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."
將書摺了 (jiāng shū zhé le) "folded the letter," 將 (jiāng). 軟款 (ruǎn kuǎn) "to soften [one's words], speak gently." 半塗而廢 (bàn tú ér fèi) "to give up halfway" (a variant of 半途而廢). 不曾成得功果 (bù céng chéng de gōng guǒ) "achieved no merit-fruit," the complement 得 (de); 去得放心 (qù de fàng xīn) "go with mind at ease," again 得 (de). Wukong's request for a farewell bow is deeply moving — he asks not to be spared but only to part with the proper form of respect between master and disciple.
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."
轉回身不睬 (zhuǎn huí shēn bù cǎi) "turned away and ignored [him]." 唧唧噥噥 (jī jī nóng nóng) "muttering, grumbling." 歹人 (dǎi rén) "a wicked person." The elder's refusal even of the farewell bow — turning his back, calling Wukong a "wicked man" — is the chapter's coldest moment, a rejection of the last courtesy between them.
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 (shēn wài fǎ) "the out-of-body method," the magic of self-multiplication. 腦後毫毛 (nǎo hòu háo máo) "the fine hairs at the back of the head" — Wukong's transformable body-hairs. 吹口仙氣 (chuī kǒu xiān qì) "blew a breath of immortal air." Denied a bow, Wukong contrives by magic to receive one anyway — a poignant insistence on parting rightly.
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.
三個行者 (sān ge xíng zhě) "three Pilgrims," 行 (xíng). 四面圍住 (sì miàn wéi zhù) "surrounded on four sides." The image is at once comic and touching — the Great Sage multiplied fourfold, hemming the master in so that, whichever way he turns, he must face a bowing disciple.
The elder, unable to dodge to left or right, could not but receive one bow after all.
那長老 (nà zhǎng lǎo) "the elder," 那 (nà), 長 (zhǎng). 左右躲不脫 (zuǒ yòu duǒ bù tuō) "could not dodge either way." 好道也受了一拜 (hǎo dào yě shòu le yí bài) "had, after all, to receive a bow." Wukong at last gets the farewell courtesy he asked for — extracted by magic from a master who would not grant it freely, a small victory shot through with sorrow.
This is one of the most affecting passages in the whole novel. Faced with expulsion, Wukong asks for nothing but a farewell bow — the proper courtesy between master and disciple — so that he may "go the more content." It is a request for form, for dignity in parting, from a being who has just been called a murderer and cast 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. Against this, Wukong's response is characteristic: rather than force or fury, he works the 身外法, plucking three hairs to make three doubles, and surrounds the master four-sided so that, dodge as he may, he must face a bowing disciple.
The image of the fourfold bow is where comedy and pathos meet, as so often in this novel. There is something absurd in the Great Sage multiplying himself to trap a farewell bow out of an unwilling master — and something deeply moving, too, in his refusal to leave without one. He extracts by magic the dignity the elder denies him freely, and the small victory is drenched in grief: it is the last courtesy of a bond about to be broken.