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

叩頭哀告
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叩頭哀告 Wukong Pleads on His Knees

xíngzhědào:「shīhuí便biànlezhǐshìcéngbàodedeēnli。」tángsēngdào:「yǒushénēn?」shèngwényánliánmángguìxiàkòutóudào:「lǎosūnyīnnàotiāngōngzhìxiàleshāngshēnzhīnànbèizàiliǎngjièshānxìngguānyīnshòulejièxíngxìngshījiùtuōshēnruòtóngshàng西tiānxiǎndezhīēnbàofēijūnwànqiānqiūzuòmíng。」xíngzhědào:「shīhuí便biànlezhǐshìcéngbàodedeēnli。」tángsēngdào:「yǒushénēn?」shèngwényánliánmángguìxiàkòutóudào:「lǎosūnyīnnàotiāngōngzhìxiàleshāngshēnzhīnànbèizàiliǎngjièshānxìngguānyīnshòulejièxíngxìngshījiùtuōshēnruòtóngshàng西tiānxiǎndezhīēnbàofēijūnwànqiānqiūzuòmíng。」


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhědào:「shīhuí便biànlezhǐshìcéngbàodedeēnli。」 xíngzhědào:「shīhuí便biànlezhǐshìcéngbàodedeēnli。」

Said Pilgrim, "Master, it would be no great matter for me to go back — only that I have never yet repaid your kindness."

The register changes here, and it changes completely. He stops arguing about whether he is right. What he says instead is that he has never repaid what he owes. 便也罷了 is "that would be all right in itself" — going is not the problem. (報得 takes the toneless de.)

tángsēngdào:「yǒushénēn?」 tángsēngdào:「yǒushénēn?」

The Tang Monk said, "What kindness have I ever done you?"

The coldest line the elder speaks in the chapter. What kindness have I ever done you? He is asking it of a man he pulled out from under a mountain. ( is shén.)

shèngwényánliánmángguìxiàkòutóudào:「lǎosūnyīnnàotiāngōngzhìxiàleshāngshēnzhīnànbèizàiliǎngjièshān shèngwényánliánmángguìxiàkòutóudào:「lǎosūnyīnnàotiāngōngzhìxiàleshāngshēnzhīnànbèizàiliǎngjièshān

At these words the Great Sage fell at once to his knees and knocked his head on the ground: "Because I made great havoc in the Palace of Heaven, I brought upon myself the calamity of a maimed body, and was pinned by my Buddha beneath the Mountain of Two Frontiers.

And the Great Sage kneels. Consider what is on the floor here. This is the creature who ate the peaches of immortality, wrecked the Jade Emperor's banquet and fought the armies of heaven to a standstill — 大鬧天宮, the great havoc in Heaven — and was pinned under a mountain five hundred years for it. He is now on his knees, knocking his forehead on the ground, in front of a monk who is wrong about everything. The of 傷身之難 is nàn, "calamity, ordeal", not nán, "difficult" — the same nàn that counts the eighty-one tribulations of the road west. ( points: .)

xìngguānyīnshòulejièxíngxìngshījiùtuōshēn xìngguānyīnshòulejièxíngxìngshījiùtuōshēn

"By good fortune the Bodhisattva Guanyin conferred on me the discipline of the precepts, and by good fortune, Master, you delivered my very self.

Two debts, named precisely. Guanyin gave him the precepts — 戒行, the vows together with the discipline of keeping them, read xíng, "conduct". Tripitaka got him out from under the rock. It is the second one he is kneeling on. ( is guān.)

ruòtóngshàng西tiānxiǎndezhīēnbàofēijūnwànqiānqiūzuòmíng。」 ruòtóngshàng西tiānxiǎndezhīēnbàofēijūnwànqiānqiūzuòmíng。」

"If I did not go with you all the way to the Western Heaven, it would show me one who knows a kindness and does not repay it — no true gentleman — and for ten thousand ages, a thousand autumns, my name would be a byword for reproach."

Here is the sentence that explains why he stays. 知恩不報非君子 — to know a kindness and not repay it is to be no gentleman. Note the vocabulary: 君子, the Confucian gentleman, and not a Buddhist term in sight. A monkey demon who fought heaven is holding himself to the standard of a scholar-official, and the thing he dreads is 罵名, a name that gets cursed for ten thousand ages. The novel does this constantly — a Buddhist frame with a Confucian engine inside it. (顯得 takes the toneless de; the of 君子 is .)


總評 Commentary

This plea is the moral centre of the chapter, and it works a remarkable reversal: the Great Sage who once shook Heaven kneels and knocks his head on the ground before a mortal monk. What moves him is not fear of the fillet but a debt — to Guanyin, who gave him the precepts, and to Tripitaka, who freed him from under the Mountain of Two Frontiers. The whole rebellion has been converted into service.

Notice that he frames his loyalty in Confucian rather than Buddhist terms: to know a kindness and not repay it is to be no gentleman. What binds him to the road is the 君子 ethic of requited kindness and the dread of a name that gets cursed down the ages. The novel habitually fuses its Buddhist frame with this Confucian moral core, and nowhere more nakedly than here.

Dramatic irony sharpens the pathos. Wukong abases himself to keep a bond his deceived master is bent on cutting, so that his gratitude is most eloquent at the moment it is least wanted. That the plea works — the elder relents in the next passage — is a reprieve and nothing more. The same rupture recurs twice before the chapter ends, and the third time it holds.