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

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群猴訴苦 The Monkeys' Lament

shèngzhèngdāngbēiqièzhǐtīngdefāngcǎoqiánmànjīngāonèixiǎngshēngtiàochūxiǎohóuyōngshàngqiánwéizhùkòutóugāojiàodào:「shèngjīnláijiāle?」měihóuwángdào:「menyīnshuǎwándōuqiánzōngyǐnláiduōshílejiànmenxíngyǐng?」qúnhóutīngshuōchuílèigàodào:「shèngqínshàngjièmenbèilièrénzhīzhuóshínánáizěnjìnyìngqiánggōnghuángyīnglièquǎnwǎngkòuqiānggōuxìngmìnggǎnchūtóuwánshuǎzhǐshìshēnqiándòngyuǎncháoqiántōucǎoshíláijiànxiàqīngquánquècáitīngdeshèngshēngyīnláijiējiànwàngchí。」shèngzhèngdāngbēiqièzhǐtīngdefāngcǎoqiánmànjīngāonèixiǎngshēngtiàochūxiǎohóuyōngshàngqiánwéizhùkòutóugāojiàodào:「shèngjīnláijiāle?」měihóuwángdào:「menyīnshuǎwándōuqiánzōngyǐnláiduōshílejiànmenxíngyǐng?」qúnhóutīngshuōchuílèigàodào:「shèngqínshàngjièmenbèilièrénzhīzhuóshínánáizěnjìnyìngqiánggōnghuángyīnglièquǎnwǎngkòuqiānggōuxìngmìnggǎnchūtóuwánshuǎzhǐshìshēnqiándòngyuǎncháoqiántōucǎoshíláijiànxiàqīngquánquècáitīngdeshèngshēngyīnláijiējiànwàngchí。」


逐句解 Line by line

shèngzhèngdāngbēiqièzhǐtīngdefāngcǎoqiánmànjīngāonèixiǎngshēngtiàochūxiǎohóuyōngshàngqiánwéizhùkòutóu shèngzhèngdāngbēiqièzhǐtīngdefāngcǎoqiánmànjīngāonèixiǎngshēngtiàochūxiǎohóuyōngshàngqiánwéizhùkòutóu

Just as the Great Sage stood at the height of his grief, he heard, from the grassy slope before him and the hollow of tangled brush, a sudden noise; and seven or eight little monkeys sprang out, rushed forward in a throng, and pressed about him, knocking their heads to the ground.

那 both deictic (那大聖/那芳草); 只聽得 de (complement).

gāojiàodào:「shèngjīnláijiāle?」 gāojiàodào:「shèngjīnláijiāle?」

They cried aloud, “Grandfather Great Sage, have you come home today?”

爺爺 the monkeys' affectionate title for Wukong.

měihóuwángdào:「menyīnshuǎwándōuqiánzōngyǐnláiduōshílejiànmenxíngyǐng?」 měihóuwángdào:「menyīnshuǎwándōuqiánzōngyǐnláiduōshílejiànmenxíngyǐng?」

Said the Handsome Monkey King, “Why is it you do not romp and play, but skulk one and all in hiding? I have been here a good while and seen no sign of you — how is this?”

都 dōu.

qúnhóutīngshuōchuílèigàodào:「shèngqínshàngjièmenbèilièrénzhīzhuóshínánáizěnjìnyìngqiánggōnghuángyīnglièquǎnwǎngkòuqiānggōuxìngmìnggǎnchūtóuwánshuǎzhǐshìshēnqiándòngyuǎncháo qúnhóutīngshuōchuílèigàodào:「shèngqínshàngjièmenbèilièrénzhīzhuóshínánáizěnjìnyìngqiánggōnghuángyīnglièquǎnwǎngkòuqiānggōuxìngmìnggǎnchūtóuwánshuǎzhǐshìshēnqiándòngyuǎncháo

Hearing this, the monkeys one and all shed tears and answered, “Since you, Great Sage, were seized and carried to the upper realm, we have suffered bitterly at the hunters' hands — truly it has been hard to endure. How could we withstand their stiff crossbows and mighty bows, their yellow hawks and vicious hounds, their nets and snares, their spears and hooks? And so, each of us clinging to his life, we dared not show our heads to play, but only burrowed deep in the caverns and shunned our nests far off.

著實 zhuó (“truly, really”) — the ch27 ruling; 難 nán.

qiántōucǎoshíláijiànxiàqīngquánquècáitīngdeshèngshēngyīnláijiējiànwàngchí。」 qiántōucǎoshíláijiànxiàqīngquánquècáitīngdeshèngshēngyīnláijiējiànwàngchí。」

When hungry we crept to the slope to steal a bite of grass; when thirsty we came down to the gorge to sip the clear spring. Just now, catching the sound of your voice, Grandfather Great Sage, we hurried out to meet you, and beg only that you take us under your care.”

聽得 de (complement).


總評 Commentary

The wasteland is not empty after all: a remnant of the monkey-kingdom survives, and their reunion with Wukong turns the chapter's grief from landscape into voice. Where the poem lamented scorched trees, the monkeys lament themselves — hunted, starving, driven underground. Their address to Wukong as “Grandfather Great Sage” restores, for a moment, the kingship he lost, and their tears answer his own.

The passage quietly reframes Wukong's exile. He has just been cast out by Tripitaka for killing — for excess of violence — and he returns to find his own people the victims of human violence, hunted for sport and meat. The monkeys' catalogue of weapons (crossbows, hawks, hounds, nets, hooks) is the mirror-image of the pilgrimage's moral world: here the monkeys are the innocents and men are the predators. The stage is being set for a revenge that the reader is invited to feel as justice even as the novel will complicate it.