Canonical Classics ← 第三十一回
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

噴水退術
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噴水退術 The Spell Undone

xíngzhěyòngshǒuwǎndào:「yǒuānxīnjiùzhīkuàishuǐlái。」jièfēixīngzhōnglexíngjiāngjīnchūchéngshuǐbànxíngzhěxíngzhějiēshuǐzàishǒuniàndòngzhēnyánwàngtóukǒupēnshàng退tuìleyāoshùjiělexíngzhěyòngshǒuwǎndào:「yǒuānxīnjiùzhīkuàishuǐlái。」jièfēixīng驿zhōnglexíngjiāngjīnchūchéngshuǐbànxíngzhěxíngzhějiēshuǐzàishǒuniàndòngzhēnyánwàngtóukǒupēnshàng退tuìleyāoshùjiěle


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhěyòngshǒuwǎndào:「yǒuānxīnjiùzhī xíngzhěyòngshǒuwǎndào:「yǒuānxīnjiùzhī

Pilgrim raised him up by the hand and said, “How should I have any mind not to save him?

挽起 (wǎn qǐ), to raise up by the arm. 安心不救 (ān xīn bù jiù), to intend deliberately not to rescue.

kuàishuǐlái。」 kuàishuǐlái。」

Fetch water, quickly.”

取水 (qǔ shuǐ), to fetch water, needed for the counter-spell.

jièfēixīngzhōnglexíngjiāngjīnchūchéngshuǐbànxíngzhě jièfēixīng驿zhōnglexíngjiāngjīnchūchéngshuǐbànxíngzhě

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.

驛中 (yì zhōng), at the post-station; read zhōng. 紫金缽盂 (zǐ jīn bō yú), the purple-gold alms-bowl. 盛水 (chéng shuǐ), to fill with water; read chéng. read jiāng; read .

xíngzhějiēshuǐzàishǒuniàndòngzhēnyánwàngtóukǒupēnshàng退tuìleyāoshùjiěle xíngzhějiēshuǐzàishǒuniàndòngzhēnyánwàngtóukǒupēnshàng退tuìleyāoshùjiěle

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 zhēnyán), to recite the true words, the efficacious mantra. 劈頭 (pī tóu), straight at the head. 退妖術 (tuì yāoshù), to dispel the fiend’s magic. read .


總評 Commentary

Wukong’s relenting is immediate and without reservation once his honour has been satisfied by the entreaties — he denies ever meaning to withhold the rescue, and calls at once for water. The efficient bustle that follows, Bajie flying 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 with a stroke: a mouthful of water, the true words, and the enchantment is undone. The economy of the resolution — no struggle, no ceremony, only the Great Sage’s casual competence — quietly reaffirms the disparity between his powers and the ordeal that had baffled his companions, and readies the master’s return to human form that opens the chapter’s final movement.