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第三十一回
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Zhu Bajie, Roused by Duty, Provokes the Monkey King · Sun the Pilgrim, by Wit, Subdues the Fiend

不辭而去
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不辭而去 He Departs Without Leave

quèháihàijiǔjiǎruòbèizhùshàngquèmièlezhèwēifēngshíleguānqiàoqiěděnghuíjiākànkànshìdeérzishìdeérzizàishuōhuàchí。」hǎoyāoguàiwángjiàzhuǎnshānlínjìngdòngzhōngcháxìnquèháihàijiǔjiǎruòbèizhùshàngquèmièlezhèwēifēngshíleguānqiàoqiěděnghuíjiākànkànshìdeérzishìdeérzizàishuōhuàchí。」hǎoyāoguàiwángjiàzhuǎnshānlínjìngdòngzhōngcháxìn


逐句解 Line by line

Ah!

噫 (yī), an interjection — the demon’s inward exclamation as his resolve wavers.

quèháihàijiǔ quèháihàijiǔ

But I am still muddled with drink.

害酒 (hài jiǔ), to suffer the after-effects of wine, to be hung over. read hái.

jiǎruòbèizhùshàngquèmièlezhèwēifēngshíleguānqiào jiǎruòbèizhùshàngquèmièlezhèwēifēngshíleguānqiào

Should he land me a blow of his rake, would it not quench this majesty of mine and lay bare the whole contrivance?

築上一鈀 (zhù shàng yì pá), to be struck a blow of the rake — Bajie’s nine-toothed , read . 關竅 (guānqiào), the crux, the secret joint of a matter. read .

qiěděnghuíjiākànkànshìdeérzishìdeérzizàishuōhuàchí。」 qiěděnghuíjiākànkànshìdeérzishìdeérzizàishuōhuàchí。」

Let me first go home and see whether they are my sons or not, and it will not be too late to speak with him after.”

看看 (kànkan), to have a look. 兒子 (érzi), sons; read ér. 不遲 (bù chí), not too late.

hǎoyāoguàiwángjiàzhuǎnshānlínjìngdòngzhōngcháxìn hǎoyāoguàiwángjiàzhuǎnshānlínjìngdòngzhōngcháxìn

Bold fiend — without so much as taking leave of the king, he turned to the hills and woods and went straight to the cave to look into the news.

不辭王駕 (bù cí wáng jià), without taking leave of the king. 查信息 (chá xìnxī), to look into the news, to verify what was afoot. 洞中 with as zhōng.


總評 Commentary

The demon’s resolve to verify rather than fight is his undoing, and the passage lays bare the reasoning that betrays him: still fuddled with drink, and fearful that a blow of Bajie’s rake before the court would strip away his majesty and expose his true nature, he chooses the seemingly prudent course of slipping home to check on his children. Prudence, hollowed by vanity and hangover, leads him precisely where his enemy wishes.

His departure “without taking leave of the king” is a stroke of fine plotting, for it is this very abruptness — as the following passage shows — that confirms the court’s suspicion of his true nature. The demon, in escaping one snare, springs another, and hurries toward the cave where the disguised Great Sage waits to play upon his credulity with a widow’s tears.