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揪醒呆子
Waking the Sleeper
且不言三藏逢災。卻說那沙僧出林找八戒,直有十餘里遠近,不曾見個莊村。他卻站在高埠上正然觀看,只聽得草中有人言語,急使杖撥開深草看時,原來是獃子在裡面說夢話哩。被沙僧揪著耳朵,方叫醒了。道:「好獃子啊!師父教你化齋,許你在此睡覺的?」那獃子冒冒失失的醒來道:「兄弟,有甚時候了?」沙僧道:「快起來,師父說有齋沒齋也罷,教你我那裡尋下住處哩。」且不言三藏逢灾。却说那沙僧出林找八戒,直有十余里远近,不曾见个庄村。他却站在高埠上正然观看,只听得草中有人言语,急使杖拨开深草看时,原来是呆子在里面说梦话哩。被沙僧揪著耳朵,方叫醒了。道:「好呆子啊!师父教你化斋,许你在此睡觉的?」那呆子冒冒失失的醒来道:「兄弟,有甚时候了?」沙僧道:「快起来,师父说有斋没斋也罢,教你我那里寻下住处哩。」
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且不言三藏逢災。卻說那沙僧出林找八戒,直有十餘里遠近,不曾見個莊村。
且不言三藏逢灾。却说那沙僧出林找八戒,直有十余里远近,不曾见个庄村。
But let us say no more of Tripitaka meeting disaster. Sha Monk, meanwhile, had gone out of the wood to look for Bajie, a good ten li or more, without seeing a single hamlet.
三藏 zàng; 那 nà. The narrative cuts back to the searching disciples.
他卻站在高埠上正然觀看,只聽得草中有人言語,急使杖撥開深草看時,原來是獃子在裡面說夢話哩。
他却站在高埠上正然观看,只听得草中有人言语,急使杖拨开深草看时,原来是呆子在里面说梦话哩。
He stood upon a high mound looking about, when he heard someone talking in the grass; quickly he parted the deep grass with his staff, and there was the blockhead inside, talking in his sleep.
聽得 de; 草中 zhōng. Bajie's dereliction discovered — talking in his sleep in the grass.
被沙僧揪著耳朵,方叫醒了。道:「好獃子啊!師父教你化齋,許你在此睡覺的?」
被沙僧揪著耳朵,方叫醒了。道:「好呆子啊!师父教你化斋,许你在此睡觉的?」
Sha Monk grabbed him by the ears and finally roused him, saying, “A fine blockhead you are! The master sent you to beg food — did he give you leave to sleep here?”
揪著 zhe; 教你 jiào (“sent/bade”); 睡覺 jiào (“sleep”), not jué.
那獃子冒冒失失的醒來道:「兄弟,有甚時候了?」
那呆子冒冒失失的醒来道:「兄弟,有甚时候了?」
The blockhead woke with a start and blurted, “Brother, what hour is it?”
那 nà; 有甚時候 shén.
沙僧道:「快起來,師父說有齋沒齋也罷,教你我那裡尋下住處哩。」
沙僧道:「快起来,师父说有斋没斋也罢,教你我那里寻下住处哩。」
Said Sha Monk, “Get up, quick. The master says food or no food, never mind — he's told you and me to go find lodging somewhere.”
教你 jiào; 那裡 nǎ (“somewhere”).
總評 Commentary
The scene restores the chapter's comic register at the worst possible moment. While the master is bound to a soul-stake, his protector is found face-down in the grass “talking in his sleep,” hauled up by the ears like a truant. The juxtaposition is pointed: the disaster and the dereliction that caused it are shown in the same breath, and the reader holds both the peril and the absurdity at once.
Sha Monk's reproach — “did he give you leave to sleep here?” — carries the chapter's quiet judgment without moralizing. The two disciples are now, all unknowing, exactly on the path the demon foresaw: they will seek their vanished master and be drawn toward the gate. The comedy of the waking is the last light moment before the search turns grim.