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第三十二回
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哭將來了
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哭將來了 Coming Yonder in Tears

zhǎnglǎozàishàngtīngjiàndào:「zhèhānghuòzhèngzǒuzěnmeyòushuōle?」jièdào:「érzi便biànshuōkànjiànsūnxíngzhějiāngláileshìzuāntiānkǎnhuǒshāoxiàyóuguōdōudehǎohànjīndàilechóumàolèiwāngwāngdeláishìshānxiǎnjùnyāoguàixiōnghěnmenzhèyàngruǎnruòderénerzěnmede?」zhǎnglǎodào:「qiěxiūtándàiwènshēngkànshìzěnmeshuōhuà。」wèndào:「kōngyǒushénhuàdāngmiànjiàozěnmejiāfánnǎozhèbānyàngbāoliǎnshìxià?」zhǎnglǎozàishàngtīngjiàndào:「zhèhānghuòzhèngzǒuzěnmeyòushuōle?」jièdào:「érzi便biànshuōkànjiànsūnxíngzhějiāngláileshìzuāntiānkǎnhuǒshāoxiàyóuguōdōudehǎohànjīndàilechóumàolèiwāngwāngdeláishìshānxiǎnjùnyāoguàixiōnghěnmenzhèyàngruǎnruòderénerzěnmede?」zhǎnglǎodào:「qiěxiūtándàiwènshēngkànshìzěnmeshuōhuà。」wèndào:「kōngyǒushénhuàdāngmiànjiàozěnmejiāfánnǎozhèbānyàngbāoliǎnshìxià?」


逐句解 Line by line

zhǎnglǎozàishàngtīngjiàndào:「zhèhānghuòzhèngzǒuzěnmeyòushuōle?」 zhǎnglǎozàishàngtīngjiàndào:「zhèhānghuòzhèngzǒuzěnmeyòushuōle?」

The Elder, hearing this from horseback, said: “You blockhead — here we are walking along, and how is it you talk nonsense again?”

夯貨 (hāng huò), "blockhead, oaf." 長老 read zhǎng.

jièdào:「érzi便biànshuōkànjiànsūnxíngzhějiāngláileshìzuāntiānkǎnhuǒshāoxiàyóuguōdōudehǎohànjīndàilechóumàolèiwāngwāngdeláishìshānxiǎnjùnyāoguàixiōnghěnmenzhèyàngruǎnruòderénerzěnmede?」 jièdào:「érzi便biànshuōkànjiànsūnxíngzhějiāngláileshìzuāntiānkǎnhuǒshāoxiàyóuguōdōudehǎohànjīndàilechóumàolèiwāngwāngdeláishìshānxiǎnjùnyāoguàixiōnghěnmenzhèyàngruǎnruòderénerzěnmede?」

Said Eight Rules: “It’s your own son who talks nonsense. Do you not see Sun the Pilgrim coming yonder in tears? He is a fellow who bores into the sky and burrows through the earth, who fears neither the axe’s blow nor the fire’s burning nor the cauldron of oil; and now he has put on a cap of woe and comes weeping, eyes streaming — it must be that the mountain is steep and the fiends fierce. How are weak folk like us to get through?”

兒子 (ér zi), "son" — morphemic read ér; but 人兒 ("folk") takes suffixal er. here directional jiāng (哭將來); ; dōu; 去得 de.

zhǎnglǎodào:「qiěxiūtándàiwènshēngkànshìzěnmeshuōhuà。」 zhǎnglǎodào:「qiěxiūtándàiwènshēngkànshìzěnmeshuōhuà。」

Said the Elder: “Stop your idle talk; let me put him a question, and see what he says.”

胡談 (hú tán), "idle, wild talk." read zhǎng.

wèndào:「kōngyǒushénhuàdāngmiànjiàozěnmejiāfánnǎozhèbānyàngbāoliǎnshìxià?」 wèndào:「kōngyǒushénhuàdāngmiànjiàozěnmejiāfánnǎozhèbānyàngbāoliǎnshìxià?」

He asked: “Wukong, whatever there is to say, let us reckon it out face to face — why do you fret to yourself? With such a woebegone, crumpled face, are you trying to frighten me with talk of tigers?”

哭包臉 (kū bāo liǎn), "a woebegone, tearful face." 虎諕 (hǔ xià), "to frighten with tigers" — = 嚇, read xià. read shén.


總評 Commentary

The Elder rebukes Eight Rules for “talking nonsense,” and Eight Rules retorts in kind — “it’s your own son who talks nonsense” — before making his case with genuine, if self-serving, logic: if even the indestructible Pilgrim, who fears neither axe nor fire nor boiling oil, has been reduced to tears, the danger must be dire indeed. The reasoning is sound; only its premise, the sham tears, is false.

The Elder, unsettled, turns to question Pilgrim directly, and his phrasing — asking whether the monkey’s “woebegone face” is meant “to frighten me with talk of tigers” (虎諼) — shows a flicker of suspicion that the display may be theater. The scene turns on the gap between the master’s dawning doubt and his ultimate credulity, which Pilgrim is about to exploit.