吐出內丹 The Inner Elixir Disgorged
行者聞言,心中暗笑道:「這潑怪,倒也老實,不動刑法,就自家供了。等他拿出寶貝來,我試彈他一彈,看他是個甚麼妖怪。」那怪攜著行者,一直行到洞裡深遠密閉之處。卻從口中吐出一件寶貝,有雞子大小,是一顆舍利子玲瓏內丹。行者心中暗喜道:「好東西耶。這件物不知打了多少坐工,煉了幾年磨難,配了幾轉雌雄,煉成這顆內丹舍利。今日大有緣法,遇著老孫。」行者闻言,心中暗笑道:「这泼怪,倒也老实,不动刑法,就自家供了。等他拿出宝贝来,我试弹他一弹,看他是个甚么妖怪。」那怪携著行者,一直行到洞里深远密闭之处。却从口中吐出一件宝贝,有鸡子大小,是一颗舍利子玲珑内丹。行者心中暗喜道:「好东西耶。这件物不知打了多少坐工,炼了几年磨难,配了几转雌雄,炼成这颗内丹舍利。今日大有缘法,遇著老孙。」
逐句解 Line by line
Pilgrim, hearing this, laughed to himself, “This vile fiend is honest enough — with no rack applied, he confesses of his own accord.
潑怪 (pō guài), vile fiend. 倒也老實 (dào yě lǎoshi), honest after all; 倒 read dào. 供 (gòng), to confess, to give testimony; here read gòng. 心中 with 中 as zhōng.
Let him bring out the treasure, and I will give it a trial flick, and see what manner of fiend he is.”
彈他一彈 (tán tā yì tán), to give it a flick; 彈 read tán, hence 一 as yì. 甚 read shén.
The fiend led Pilgrim by the hand straight to a deep, remote, close-sealed recess of the cave.
攜著 (xié zhe), leading by the hand — durative; 著 read zhe. 深遠密閉 (shēn yuǎn mì bì), deep, far, and tightly closed. 那 read nà.
Then from his mouth he brought forth a treasure, of the bigness of a hen’s egg — a lustrous inner cinnabar, a relic-pearl.
雞子 (jī zǐ), a hen’s egg. 舍利子 (shèlì zǐ), a śarīra, a Buddhist relic-pearl; 舍 read shè. 玲瓏內丹 (línglóng nèidān), an exquisite inner elixir. 口中 with 中 as zhōng.
Pilgrim rejoiced within, “What a fine thing!
暗喜 (àn xǐ), to rejoice inwardly. 心中 with 中 as zhōng.
This thing — who knows how many sittings of meditation went to its making, how many years of refining ordeal, how many cyclings of male and female matched together — to forge this pellet of inner elixir, this relic.
坐工 (zuò gōng), the labour of seated meditation. 磨難 (mónàn), ordeal, tribulation; 難 read nàn. 幾轉雌雄 (jǐ zhuǎn cíxióng), several alchemical cyclings of yin and yang; 轉 read zhuǎn, the alchemical unit of a refining cycle, as in the “nine-cycled golden elixir” (九轉金丹). 舍 read shè.
Today, by great good fortune, it has met with old Sun.”
緣法 (yuánfǎ), karmic affinity, destined chance. 遇著 (yù zháo), to meet with; 著 read zháo.
Wukong’s inner glee, given in a pair of gloating asides, both mocks the demon’s naivety — confessing without the rack — and appraises the prize with a connoisseur’s eye. His catalogue of the elixir’s making, the sittings of meditation, the years of ordeal, the alchemical cyclings of yin and yang, is steeped in the language of internal alchemy (內丹) that runs through the whole novel, and marks the inner cinnabar as the concentrated fruit of the demon’s long cultivation.
That the treasure is at once a Buddhist relic-pearl (舍利) and a Daoist inner elixir (內丹) is characteristic of the novel’s syncretic imagination, which freely blends the two traditions’ vocabularies of attainment. The demon’s power resides in this single distilled object, and in disgorging it before his supposed wife he places the source of his strength within his enemy’s reach — the theft that the next passage accomplishes in a stroke.