對石唱喏 Bowing to the Rocks
好大聖,搖身又一變,還變做個蟭蟟蟲,釘在他耳朵後面,不離他身上。那獃子入深山,又行有四五里,只見山凹中有桌面大的四四方方三塊青石頭。獃子放下鈀,對石頭唱個大喏。行者暗笑道:「這獃子,石頭又不是人,又不會說話,又不會還禮的,唱他喏怎的,可不是個瞎帳?」好大圣,摇身又一变,还变做个蟭蟟虫,钉在他耳朵后面,不离他身上。那呆子入深山,又行有四五里,只见山凹中有桌面大的四四方方三块青石头。呆子放下钯,对石头唱个大喏。行者暗笑道:「这呆子,石头又不是人,又不会说话,又不会还礼的,唱他喏怎的,可不是个瞎帐?」
逐句解 Line by line
The great Sage gave his body another shake and changed back into a jiaoliao gnat, fixing himself behind the pig's ear, never leaving his person.
Back into the gnat. 蟭蟟蟲, jiāo liáo chóng, the gnat again. 還變做 takes 還 as hái, "back into" — the third transformation of the chapter, and the surveillance resumes exactly where it left off.
The blockhead went into the deep mountains, and after another four or five lǐ, he saw in a hollow of the hills three squarish blue rocks, each the size of a tabletop.
Another four or five lǐ — a couple of miles more. 四四方方, sì sì fāng fāng, "squarish, four-square all round," the doubling giving it the vagueness of an eyeballed estimate. 那 is nà; 中 in 山凹中 is zhōng. Three blue-grey rocks the size of tabletops: the stage is set, though the reader does not yet know for what.
The blockhead set down his rake and made the rocks a great bow of greeting.
唱喏, chàng rě, is a Song and Ming courtesy that has since died out entirely — you bowed with your hands joined and said the greeting aloud at the same time, the voiced part being the 唱. A 大喏 is the full-dress version. Eight Rules performs it, at some length, to three rocks.
Pilgrim laughed to himself: "This blockhead! The rocks are not men, cannot speak, cannot return his salute — what's the good of bowing to them? Isn't it a piece of blind nonsense?"
Pilgrim supplies the obvious objection. 還禮, huán lǐ, "to return a courtesy" — 還 here is huán, giving back, not the hái of "still." 瞎帳, "blind nonsense," from the 帳 of accounts: a set of books that makes no sense. Rocks cannot speak and cannot bow back, so what is the point?
Pilgrim resumes gnat form and rides along for another couple of miles, whereupon Eight Rules comes upon three flat rocks in a hollow and makes them a full formal bow — the 唱喏, a Song and Ming courtesy where you joined your hands, inclined, and said the greeting out loud, all at once. The image is absurd on its face: a truant paying his respects to geology.
Pilgrim's aside is the reader's own reaction — the rocks cannot talk and cannot bow back, so what is this but nonsense? But the folly turns out to be methodical. Eight Rules is using the stones as stand-ins, and he is not bowing so much as blocking a scene. The next passage explains what for.