肉𦚐之慮 Bajie’s Grisly Misgiving
八戒笑道:「哥哥,你但幹事,就左我們。」行者道:「如何為左你?」八戒道:「這兩個孩子被你抓來,已此諕破膽了,這一會聲都哭啞,再一會必死無疑。我們拿他往下一摜,摜做個肉𦚐子,那怪趕上肯放?定要我兩個償命。你卻還不是個乾淨人?連見證也沒你,你卻不是左我們?」八戒笑道:「哥哥,你但干事,就左我们。」行者道:「如何为左你?」八戒道:「这两个孩子被你抓来,已此諕破胆了,这一会声都哭哑,再一会必死无疑。我们拿他往下一掼,掼做个肉𦚐子,那怪赶上肯放?定要我两个偿命。你却还不是个干净人?连见证也没你,你却不是左我们?」
逐句解 Line by line
Bajie said with a laugh, “Brother, whenever you set a thing afoot, you leave us in the lurch.”
但幹事 (dàn gàn shì), as soon as you undertake anything; 幹 read gàn. 左 (zuǒ), here “to put in the wrong, to set up, to leave holding the blame.”
Pilgrim said, “How do I set you in the wrong?”
為左 (wéi zuǒ), to work someone’s undoing; 為 here “to do, to act,” read wéi.
Bajie said, “These two children, seized by you, are already frightened out of their wits; a while now and their voices are cried hoarse, a while more and they will surely die.
諕破膽 (xià pò dǎn), frightened out of one’s wits, “the gall burst with fear”; 諕 read xià. 哭啞 (kū yǎ), cried hoarse. 都 read dōu.
When we dash them down and they burst into a lump of minced flesh, will the fiend, coming up behind, ever let it pass?
摜 (guàn), to dash down, to fling. 肉𦚐子 (ròu tuó zi), a shapeless lump of flesh, a mangled mass; 𦚐 (U+26690) a rare graph, read tuó. 那 read nà.
He will surely have the two of us pay with our lives.
償命 (cháng mìng), to pay for a life with one’s own, to answer for a death.
And are you not, after all, left with clean hands?
乾淨人 (gānjìng rén), one with clean hands, free of the blame; 乾 read gān. 還 read hái.
There is not so much as a witness against you — is that not to leave us in the lurch?”
見證 (jiàn zhèng), a witness, evidence. 左我們 (zuǒ wǒmen), to set us up, leave us holding the blame.
Bajie’s objection is at once comic and shrewdly self-interested, and it is voiced in his inimitable grisly idiom: the children cried hoarse, dashed to a lump of minced flesh, the two brothers left to answer with their lives while Wukong keeps his hands clean and no witness remains. Beneath the buffoonery lies a real complaint about the division of risk in the band — the recurring grievance that the Great Sage contrives the schemes and the others bear the danger.
The passage is also a small window on the novel’s dark comic texture, which does not flinch from the atrocity implicit in the plan even as it plays the exchange for laughs. Bajie’s word for being set up — 左, “to put in the wrong” — recurs like a refrain, and the rare graph 𦚐, glossing the mangled lump the children would become, lends his protest its lurid particularity.