行者識妖 Wukong Knows the Fiend
只見那行者自南山頂上摘了幾個桃子,托著缽盂,一觔斗,點將回來,睜火眼金睛觀看,認得那女子是個妖精,放下缽盂,掣鐵棒,當頭就打。諕得個長老用手扯住道:「悟空,你走將來打誰?」行者道:「師父,你面前這個女子,莫當做個好人,他是個妖精,要來騙你哩。」三藏道:「你這個猴頭,當時倒也有些眼力,今日如何亂道?這女菩薩有此善心,將這飯要齋我等,你怎麼說他是個妖精?」只见那行者自南山顶上摘了几个桃子,托着钵盂,一觔斗,点将回来,睁火眼金睛观看,认得那女子是个妖精,放下钵盂,掣铁棒,当头就打。諕得个长老用手扯住道:「悟空,你走将来打谁?」行者道:「师父,你面前这个女子,莫当做个好人,他是个妖精,要来骗你哩。」三藏道:「你这个猴头,当时倒也有些眼力,今日如何乱道?这女菩萨有此善心,将这饭要斋我等,你怎么说他是个妖精?」
逐句解 Line by line
Just then Pilgrim, having picked a few peaches on the summit of the southern mountain, came somersaulting back with his bowl in hand; and fixing his fiery eyes and golden pupils, he saw at once that the woman was a fiend. Setting down the bowl and whipping out his iron cudgel, he made to strike her full on the head.
火眼金睛 (huǒ yǎn jīn jīng), fiery eyes and golden pupils, is the most useful thing Wukong owns, and he got it by accident — shut in Laozi's furnace and smoked half-blind, he came out with sight that goes through any disguise. It is still the phrase Chinese reaches for to describe somebody with an unerring eye for a fake. Here it works instantly: he lands, he looks, he draws. No questions. Readings: 那 points, nà; 行 is xíng; 桃子 takes the toneless zi and 女子 the noun-forming zǐ; 觔斗 takes 斗 as dǒu; the 將 of 點將回來 marks the direction of the tumble rather than fronting an object; 認得 takes the toneless de; 觀 is guān; and 當頭 takes 當 as dāng.
Startled, the elder clutched at him with his hand and cried, "Wukong — whom have you come rushing up to strike?"
Here is the chapter's tragedy in one physical gesture. The master grabs his disciple's arm to stop him striking — and what he is protecting, with his own hand, is the thing that wants to eat him. 扯住 is to seize and hold fast. That is the 諕 (xià) character again, the one from the scattering of the tigers; the 得 after it is the toneless de that introduces a result, and the 將 of 走將來 marks direction.
Said Pilgrim, "Master, this woman before you — do not take her for a good person. She is a fiend, come to deceive you."
Flat, exact, and about as short as a sentence can be. She is not a good person; she is a fiend; she is here to deceive you. No argument offered, no evidence. He has seen it, and for him that settles the matter — which is unfortunately not how it works with somebody else's eyes. The 當 of 莫當做 is dàng, "to regard as", not the dāng, "at", from a line ago.
Tripitaka said, "You monkey-head! Once upon a time you had some power of discernment — how is it you talk such nonsense today?
The irony is almost too neat to bear. "You used to have some eye for these things" — said to a man whose eye is working perfectly, about the one thing in the scene that he can see and nobody else can. 猴頭, monkey-head, is a scolding word, roughly "you ape". 眼力 is literally eye-strength: discernment, the knack of telling the real from the fake. The elder is denying Wukong the exact faculty Wukong is exercising. (當時 takes 當 as dāng; 倒 is the adverb dào.)
"This lady-bodhisattva has so kind a heart, bringing this food to give us monks as alms — how can you call her a fiend?"
And here is the argument he actually makes: she has a kind heart, she has brought us food, therefore she is not a fiend. The appearance of virtue set against a witness's sight — and the appearance wins. This is the inversion the whole chapter is built on, stated out loud, by a man with no idea what he has just said. (將 is jiāng, fronting the object.)
Wukong's entrance is the turning-point, and the narrator marks it with the novel's emblem of true sight: 火眼金睛, the fiery eyes and golden pupils that go through any illusion. Where an entire party of monks saw a pious maiden, Wukong sees a fiend the moment he lands. The contrast is absolute, and it frames everything after it as a conflict not of strength but of vision.
The elder's response turns the moral order upside down in front of us. He physically shields the demon, seizes Wukong's arm, and rebukes his disciple for talking nonsense — conceding, with no idea what he is saying, that Wukong "once had discernment", at the exact instant that discernment is working perfectly. He sets the staged appearance of virtue above the fact of sight, and it is that inversion, not the demon's power, that destroys the party.
The exchange fixes the two of them against each other for the rest of the chapter. Wukong is terse, certain and right. Tripitaka is voluble, compassionate and wrong — his mercy, his courtesy and his respect for an act of merit all turned into liabilities by a fiend who read them exactly.