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照驗影圖
The Portrait
金角道:「兄弟,你有些性急,且莫忙著。你若走出門,不管好歹,但是和尚就拿將來,假如不是唐僧,卻也不當人子。我記得他的模樣,曾將他師徒畫了一個影,圖了一個形。你可拿去,但遇著和尚,以此照驗照驗。」又將某人是某名字,一一說了。銀角得了圖像,知道姓名,即出洞,點起三十名小怪,便來山上巡邏。金角道:「兄弟,你有些性急,且莫忙著。你若走出门,不管好歹,但是和尚就拿将来,假如不是唐僧,却也不当人子。我记得他的模样,曾将他师徒画了一个影,图了一个形。你可拿去,但遇著和尚,以此照验照验。」又将某人是某名字,一一说了。银角得了图像,知道姓名,即出洞,点起三十名小怪,便来山上巡逻。
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金角道:「兄弟,你有些性急,且莫忙著。你若走出門,不管好歹,但是和尚就拿將來,假如不是唐僧,卻也不當人子。
金角道:「兄弟,你有些性急,且莫忙著。你若走出门,不管好歹,但是和尚就拿将来,假如不是唐僧,却也不当人子。
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 — 著 zhe; 拿將來 — 將 jiāng.
我記得他的模樣,曾將他師徒畫了一個影,圖了一個形。
我记得他的模样,曾将他师徒画了一个影,图了一个形。
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" — 模 here mú. 記得 — 得 de; 將他師徒 — 將 jiāng.
你可拿去,但遇著和尚,以此照驗照驗。」
你可拿去,但遇著和尚,以此照验照验。」
Take it with you, and whenever you meet a monk, check him against it.”
照驗 (zhào yàn), "to check, verify against." 遇著 — 著 zhe.
又將某人是某名字,一一說了。
又将某人是某名字,一一说了。
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 — 將 jiāng.
銀角得了圖像,知道姓名,即出洞,點起三十名小怪,便來山上巡邏。
银角得了图像,知道姓名,即出洞,点起三十名小怪,便来山上巡逻。
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 — 得 dé ("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.