噴水退術 The Spell Undone
行者用手挽起道:「我豈有安心不救之理?快取水來。」那八戒飛星去驛中,取了行李、馬匹,將紫金缽盂取出,盛水半盂,遞與行者。行者接水在手,念動真言,望那虎劈頭一口噴上,退了妖術,解了虎氣。行者用手挽起道:「我岂有安心不救之理?快取水来。」那八戒飞星去驿中,取了行李、马匹,将紫金钵盂取出,盛水半盂,递与行者。行者接水在手,念动真言,望那虎劈头一口喷上,退了妖术,解了虎气。
逐句解 Line by line
Pilgrim raised him up by the hand and said, "How should I have any mind not to save him?
He raises Sha Seng up before he answers, which is the answer. 挽起, wǎn qǐ, to lift somebody by the arm; 安心不救, ān xīn bù jiù, to intend deliberately not to rescue. The denial is indignant, and it is also the end of the quarrel.
Fetch water, quickly."
Three words, and the chapter changes gear. 取水, qǔ shuǐ: fetch water.
Bajie flew like a shooting star to the post-station, fetched the baggage and the horse, took out the purple-gold alms-bowl, filled it half with water, and handed it to Pilgrim.
Bajie moves fast when there is nothing to argue about. 驛中, yì zhōng, at the post-station, the official hostel where travellers were lodged. The 紫金缽盂, zǐ jīn bō yú, purple-gold alms-bowl, is the begging bowl the Tang emperor gave Tripitaka at his departure — the same bowl that will be handed over at Vulture Peak, at the very end of the journey, to pay for the scriptures. 盛水, chéng shuǐ, to fill with water, with 盛 read chéng.
Pilgrim took the water in hand, recited the true words, and spat a mouthful full upon the tiger's head — driving off the fiend's enchantment and dissolving the tiger-nature.
念動真言, niàn dòng zhēn yán, to set the true words going — 真言 renders the Sanskrit mantra, "true speech." Then 劈頭, pī tóu, straight at the head: he says the mantra and spits. After the parley, the celestial audit and the duel, the undoing takes one mouthful of water.
Wukong relents immediately and without reservation once his honour has been satisfied by the asking. He denies ever having meant to withhold the rescue, and calls at once for water. The efficient bustle that follows, Bajie flying off for the baggage and the alms-bowl, restores the practical rhythm of the pilgrimage after the long detour through Heaven and court.
The counter-spell is dispatched in a stroke: a mouthful of water, the true words, and the enchantment is gone. The economy of it — no struggle, no ceremony, only the Great Sage's casual competence — quietly restates the gap between his powers and the ordeal that had baffled his companions for two chapters, and readies the master's return to human form.