吞丹現相 The Pearl Swallowed, the Form Revealed
那猴子拿將過來,那裡有甚麼疼處,特故意摸了一摸,一指頭彈將去。那妖慌了,劈手來搶。你思量,那猴子好不溜撒,把那寶貝一口吸在肚裡。那妖魔揝著拳頭就打。被行者一手隔住,把臉抹了一抹,現出本相,道聲:「妖怪,不要無禮。你且認認看我是誰?」那猴子拿将过来,那里有甚么疼处,特故意摸了一摸,一指头弹将去。那妖慌了,劈手来抢。你思量,那猴子好不溜撒,把那宝贝一口吸在肚里。那妖魔揝着拳头就打。被行者一手隔住,把脸抹了一抹,现出本相,道声:「妖怪,不要无礼。你且认认看我是谁?」
逐句解 Line by line
The monkey took it over — there was no sore place at all — and, of set purpose, gave it a rub, then flicked it away with a finger.
拿將過來, ná jiāng guò lái, to take it over. Then the narrator's dry aside: 那裡有甚麼疼處, "where was there any sore place?" — the questioning 那, nǎ. There was never a wound; there is only the rub and, immediately, the thumb.
The fiend, in alarm, snatched at it with a sudden hand.
劈手, pī shǒu, to snatch with a sudden chopping motion of the hand. Too late.
But think — how nimble that monkey is: he sucked the treasure down into his belly at a single gulp.
思量, sī liáng, to consider — and the narrator says it straight to the reader: "think how nimble that monkey is." 好不溜撒, hǎo bù liū sā, remarkably quick, slippery-fast. The pearl goes down in one swallow, which is also where it will stay.
The fiend clenched his fist and made to strike.
揝著拳頭, zuàn zhe quán tou, clenching the fist — the "-ing" form again, the fist balled and held.
Pilgrim warded him off with one hand, and giving his own face a wipe, showed forth his true form, calling out, "Fiend, be not insolent.
And the mask comes off with a wipe of the hand. 隔住, gé zhù, to fend off; 抹了一抹, mǒ le yì mǒ, gave his face a wipe; 現出本相, xiàn chū běn xiàng, to show forth the true form. It is the same gesture the demon feared the thumb would force on him, performed voluntarily by his enemy.
Look now, and tell me who I am!"
認認看, rèn rèn kàn, "take a good look and see if you know me." He is enjoying himself, and the game will run for four more passages.
The theft is executed with the speed and impudence that are Wukong all over. He pretends to rub a wound he does not have, flicks the elixir loose, swallows it whole before the demon can recover it, wards off the fist, and wipes off the princess's face. The narrator's aside — think how nimble that monkey is — pulls the reader into complicit admiration of the trick.
Swallowing the inner elixir is more than a theft: it strips the demon of the concentrated source of his power at the very moment his real adversary stands revealed. The unmasking turns the whole long deception on its point and hands the chapter over to open confrontation, where recognition, taunt and challenge give way at last to battle.