Canonical Classics ← 第三十二回
第三十二回
píngdǐngshāngōngcáochuánxìn
liánhuādòngféngzāi

On Level-Top Mountain the Merit-Officer Brings Word · In the Lotus-Flower Cave the Wood-Mother Meets Disaster

照驗影圖
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

照驗影圖 The Portrait

jīnjiǎodào:「xiōngyǒuxiēxìngqiěmángzheruòzǒuchūménguǎnhǎodǎidànshìshàngjiùjiāngláijiǎshìtángsēngquèdāngrénzidedeyàngcéngjiāngshīhuàleyǐnglexíngdànzheshàngzhàoyànzhàoyàn。」yòujiāngmǒurénshìmǒumíngshuōleyínjiǎolexiàngzhīdàoxìngmíngchūdòngdiǎnsānshímíngxiǎoguài便biànláishānshàngxúnluójīnjiǎodào:「xiōngyǒuxiēxìngqiěmángzheruòzǒuchūménguǎnhǎodǎidànshìshàngjiùjiāngláijiǎshìtángsēngquèdāngrénzidedeyàngcéngjiāngshīhuàleyǐnglexíngdànzheshàngzhàoyànzhàoyàn。」yòujiāngmǒurénshìmǒumíngshuōleyínjiǎolexiàngzhīdàoxìngmíngchūdòngdiǎnsānshímíngxiǎoguài便biànláishānshàngxúnluó


逐句解 Line by line

jīnjiǎodào:「xiōngyǒuxiēxìngqiěmángzheruòzǒuchūménguǎnhǎodǎidànshìshàngjiùjiāngláijiǎshìtángsēngquèdāngrénzi jīnjiǎodào:「xiōngyǒuxiēxìngqiěmángzheruòzǒuchūménguǎnhǎodǎidànshìshàngjiùjiāngláijiǎshìtángsēngquèdāngrénzi

Said Golden-Horn: “Brother, you’re a bit hasty — don’t rush off just yet. If you go out the gate and, heedless of good or ill, seize any monk you find, then should it not be the Tang Monk, it would not do at all.

性急 (xìng jí), "hasty, impatient." 忙著 zhe; 拿將來 jiāng.

dedeyàngcéngjiāngshīhuàleyǐnglexíng dedeyàngcéngjiāngshīhuàleyǐnglexíng

I remember his likeness, and once had the master and his disciples drawn — a portrait made, a figure sketched.

模樣 (mú yàng), "likeness, appearance" — here . 記得 de; 將他師徒 jiāng.

dànzheshàngzhàoyànzhàoyàn。」 dànzheshàngzhàoyànzhàoyàn。」

Take it with you, and whenever you meet a monk, check him against it.”

照驗 (zhào yàn), "to check, verify against." 遇著 zhe.

yòujiāngmǒurénshìmǒumíngshuōle yòujiāngmǒurénshìmǒumíngshuōle

And he told him, one by one, which figure bore which name.

某人是某名字 (mǒu rén shì mǒu míngzì), "which person bore which name." 又將 jiāng.

yínjiǎolexiàngzhīdàoxìngmíngchūdòngdiǎnsānshímíngxiǎoguài便biànláishānshàngxúnluó yínjiǎolexiàngzhīdàoxìngmíngchūdòngdiǎnsānshímíngxiǎoguài便biànláishānshàngxúnluó

Silver-Horn, having got the portrait and learned the names, went out of the cave at once, mustered thirty little fiends, and came up onto the mountain to patrol.

巡邏 (xún luó), "to patrol." 得了圖像 ("obtained").


總評 Commentary

Golden-Horn checks his brother’s haste with a practical precaution that also serves the plot: since seizing the wrong monk “would not do at all,” he produces a portrait of the master and disciples, drawn from his own memory of their likenesses, against which any monk encountered can be verified. The demons hunt, as the earlier warning foretold, by painted image and register of names.

Armed with the portrait and the roster, Silver-Horn musters thirty little fiends and sets out to patrol — and the two lines of the chapter now converge, for the truant Eight Rules is blundering up the same mountain toward a demon who carries his very likeness. The apparatus of the trap is complete; the collision it makes inevitable is the business of the passages to come.