長嘴獠牙 The Monstrous Portraits
三藏道:「不敢說。我那大徒弟姓豬,名悟能八戒,他生得長嘴獠牙,剛鬃扇耳,身粗肚大,行路生風。第二個徒弟姓沙,法名悟淨和尚,他生得身長丈二,臂闊三停,臉如藍靛,口似血盆,眼光閃灼,牙齒排釘。他都是這等個模樣,所以不敢擅領入朝。」國王道:「你既這等樣說了一遍,寡人怕他怎的?宣進來。」隨即著金牌至館驛相請。三藏道:「不敢说。我那大徒弟姓猪,名悟能八戒,他生得长嘴獠牙,刚鬃扇耳,身粗肚大,行路生风。第二个徒弟姓沙,法名悟净和尚,他生得身长丈二,臂阔三停,脸如蓝靛,口似血盆,眼光闪灼,牙齿排钉。他都是这等个模样,所以不敢擅领入朝。」国王道:「你既这等样说了一遍,寡人怕他怎的?宣进来。」随即著金牌至馆驿相请。
逐句解 Line by line
Said Tripitaka, 'I dare not say too much. My elder disciple is surnamed Zhu, and named Wuneng, called Eight Rules. He is grown with a long snout and protruding fangs, stiff bristles and fan-like ears, a coarse body and a great belly, and walks up a wind as he goes.'
生得 (得 = de) = "grown [so as] to be"; 長嘴 (長 = cháng) = "a long snout." 剛鬃扇耳 = "stiff bristles, fan-shaped ears," the boar-features of Zhu Wuneng; 行路生風 (行 = xíng) = "raises a wind when he walks." 悟能八戒 = Wuneng ("Awakened-to-Power"), the "Eight Prohibitions."
'My second disciple is surnamed Sha, a monk with the dharma-name Wujing. He is grown to a body one zhàng and two chǐ in height, with arms broad by three spans; his face is like indigo, his mouth like a basin of blood, his eyes flash and glitter, and his teeth are set like a row of nails. Both are of just such a mould, and so I dared not presume to bring them to court.'
身長丈二 (長 = cháng): 丈 (zhàng) and 尺 (chǐ) are Chinese units of length — 丈二 is 'one zhàng and two chǐ,' a zhàng being ten chǐ. 臂闊三停 = 'arms three thirds-of-the-body broad'; 藍靛 = 'indigo dye'; 口似血盆 = 'a mouth like a basin of blood.' 都 (dōu) = 'both alike.' The grotesque portrait of Sha Wujing matches the boar-monk's.
Said the king, 'Since you have described them thus in full, why should I fear them? Summon them in.' At once he had a golden tablet sent to the post-station to invite them.
說了一遍 = "having told [it] through once." 著金牌 (著 = zhuó, "to dispatch") 相請 (相 = xiāng) = "sent a golden tablet [of summons] to invite [them]" — the 金牌, a token of royal command. The king's bravado sets up his imminent fright.
The two portraits are set-pieces of the grotesque-comic at which the novel excels: Eight Rules with his long snout, protruding fangs, stiff bristles, and fan-shaped ears, walking up a wind as he goes; Sha Wujing towering one zhàng and two chǐ tall, indigo-faced, blood-mouthed, his teeth like a row of nails. The catalogue of monstrous features is delivered deadpan by Tripitaka, and its effect is double: it entertains the reader even as it builds, within the story, toward the king's terror — the more vividly the horrors are described, the more inevitable his fright becomes.
The scene also lets the king's bravado swell to its full height just before the fall. Having heard the whole hideous inventory, he waves it away — "why should I fear them?" — and dispatches the golden tablet of summons. His confidence is a comic spring wound tight; the summons he issues so boldly will bring into his hall the very sight that topples him from his throne.