Canonical Classics ← 第二十八回
第二十八回
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At Flower-Fruit Mountain the Host of Fiends Bands Together in Fellowship · In the Black Pine Forest Tripitaka Falls in with a Demon

呆子偷閒
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呆子偷閒 The Idle Search

kànchūlesōnglínwǎng西xíngjīngshígèngcéngzhuàngzháorénjiāzhēnshìyǒulángrényāndechùdāizizǒudexīnxīnnèichényíndào:「dāngniánxíngzhězàilǎoshàngyàodejiùyǒujīnlúndàodeshēnshàngchéngsuǒwèidāngjiācáizhīcháijiàyǎngzifāngxiǎoniángēn』。gōngdàoméihuàchù。」quèyòuzǒudeshuìshàngláidào:「ruòjiùhuíduìlǎoshàngshuōméichùhuàzhāixìnzǒulezhèduōshìzàiduōhuǎngshíchéncáihǎohuíhuàqiěwǎngzhècǎoshuìshuì。」dāizijiùtóugǒngzàicǎoshuìxiàdāngshízhǐshuōménglóngménglóngjiùláizhīzǒuxīnderéndiūdǎotóuzhǐguǎnhōuhōushuìkànchūlesōnglínwǎng西xíngjīngshígèngcéngzhuàngzháorénjiāzhēnshìyǒulángrényāndechùdāizizǒudexīnxīnnèichényíndào:「dāngniánxíngzhězàilǎoshàngyàodejiùyǒujīnlúndàodeshēnshàngchéngsuǒwèidāngjiācáizhīcháijiàyǎngzifāngxiǎoniángēn』。gōngdàoméihuàchù。」quèyòuzǒudeshuìshàngláidào:「ruòjiùhuíduìlǎoshàngshuōméichùhuàzhāixìnzǒulezhèduōshìzàiduōhuǎngshíchéncáihǎohuíhuàqiěwǎngzhècǎoshuìshuì。」dāizijiùtóugǒngzàicǎoshuìxiàdāngshízhǐshuōménglóngménglóngjiùláizhīzǒuxīnderéndiūdǎotóuzhǐguǎnhōuhōushuì


逐句解 Line by line

kànchūlesōnglínwǎng西xíngjīngshígèngcéngzhuàngzháorénjiāzhēnshìyǒulángrényāndechù kànchūlesōnglínwǎng西xíngjīngshígèngcéngzhuàngzháorénjiāzhēnshìyǒulángrényāndechù

Watch him: out of the pines he went, westward more than ten li, and never once ran into a single household — truly a place of wolves and tigers and no human smoke.

西行 xíng; 撞著 zháo (resultative, “ran into”). 無人煙 without a trace of habitation.

dāizizǒudexīnxīnnèichényíndào:「dāngniánxíngzhězàilǎoshàngyàodejiùyǒujīnlúndàodeshēnshàngchéngsuǒwèidāngjiācáizhīcháijiàyǎngzifāngxiǎoniángēn』。gōngdàoméihuàchù。」 dāizizǒudexīnxīnnèichényíndào:「dāngniánxíngzhězàilǎoshàngyàodejiùyǒujīnlúndàodeshēnshàngchéngsuǒwèidāngjiācáizhīcháijiàyǎngzifāngxiǎoniángēn』。gōngdàoméihuàchù。」

That blockhead, footsore and weary, mused to himself: “In the old days, when the Elder Brother was with us, whatever the old monk wanted was simply there. Now that it has fallen to me — truly it is as they say, ‘Only the head of a house knows the price of firewood and rice; only in raising a son do you learn a parent's love.’ In all fairness, there's nowhere to go begging.”

行者 Wukong; Bajie's grievance inverts the reader's — he misses the banished monkey for his usefulness. 那 nà; 走得 de. 當家/養子 — a folk couplet on learning worth through burden.

quèyòuzǒudeshuìshàngláidào:「ruòjiùhuíduìlǎoshàngshuōméichùhuàzhāixìnzǒulezhèduōshìzàiduōhuǎngshíchéncáihǎohuíhuà quèyòuzǒudeshuìshàngláidào:「ruòjiùhuíduìlǎoshàngshuōméichùhuàzhāixìnzǒulezhèduōshìzàiduōhuǎngshíchéncáihǎohuíhuà

Then, as he walked, drowsiness came over him, and he thought: “If I just turn back now and tell the old monk there was nowhere to beg, he won't believe I've walked all this way. I'd better dawdle another hour or so before I go back to report.

走得 de. Bajie's calculation — not how to succeed, but how to seem to have tried.

qiěwǎngzhècǎoshuìshuì。」dāizijiùtóugǒngzàicǎoshuìxià qiěwǎngzhècǎoshuìshuì。」dāizijiùtóugǒngzàicǎoshuìxià

Well, then, well then — I'll just have a nap here in the grass.” And the blockhead burrowed his head into the grass and lay down to sleep.

草科 a clump of tall grass. The resolve to malinger collapses at once into sleep.

dāngshízhǐshuōménglóngménglóngjiùláizhīzǒuxīnderéndiūdǎotóuzhǐguǎnhōuhōushuì dāngshízhǐshuōménglóngménglóngjiùláizhīzǒuxīnderéndiūdǎotóuzhǐguǎnhōuhōushuì

At the time he meant only to doze a moment and then get up; but who could know that a man worn out with walking, once he flings down his head, will simply snore and snore away.

丟倒頭 dǎo (“flung down his head”); 齁齁 the snoring. The comic seal on Bajie's dereliction.


總評 Commentary

Bajie's soliloquy is a small masterpiece of self-justification. He does not decide to fail the errand; he decides how long to loiter so that his failure will look like effort — and then, mid-scheme, falls asleep. The folk couplet he quotes (“only the head of a house knows the price of rice”) is genuinely apt, but he deploys it to excuse himself rather than to reform, and his nostalgia for the banished Wukong is purely practical: he misses the servant, not the brother.

Structurally the nap is the hinge of the whole disaster. With Bajie snoring in the grass and Sha Monk about to be sent after him, the master will be left entirely alone — the precise condition the demon needs. The novel lets low comedy do the work of plot: it is not malice but laziness that opens the door to the Yellow-Robe ordeal.