自驚自怪 Frightened by His Own Shadow
又走處,那山風來得甚猛,呼的一聲,把顆枯木刮倒,滾至面前,他又跌腳搥胸的道:「哥啊,這是怎的起?一行說不敢編謊罷了,又變甚麼樹來打人?」又走向前,只見一個白頸老鴉,當頭喳喳的連叫幾聲,他又道:「哥哥,不羞,不羞。我說不編就不編了,只管又變著老鴉怎的?你來聽麼?」原來這一番行者卻不曾跟他去,他那裡卻自驚自怪,亂疑亂猜,故無往而不疑是行者隨他身也。獃子驚疑且不題。又走处,那山风来得甚猛,呼的一声,把颗枯木刮倒,滚至面前,他又跌脚搥胸的道:「哥啊,这是怎的起?一行说不敢编谎罢了,又变甚么树来打人?」又走向前,只见一个白颈老鸦,当头喳喳的连叫几声,他又道:「哥哥,不羞,不羞。我说不编就不编了,只管又变着老鸦怎的?你来听么?」原来这一番行者却不曾跟他去,他那里却自惊自怪,乱疑乱猜,故无往而不疑是行者随他身也。呆子惊疑且不题。
逐句解 Line by line
As he went on, a mountain wind blew up exceeding fierce, and with a roar it toppled a dead tree, which rolled to a stop before him. Stamping and beating his breast, he cried: "Brother! What's this now? I've said all along I dare not lie — so why turn into a tree to strike me?"
Beat two. 來得甚猛, lái de shèn měng, "came on fiercely" — and note the 甚 here is shèn, "exceedingly," while the second 甚 in the same segment, in 甚麼樹, is the ordinary shén of "what." One character, two readings, twenty-odd characters apart. 刮倒 takes 倒 as dǎo; 那 is nà; 得 is de. A dead tree blows down in front of him and he beats his breast at it: why turn into a tree to hit me?
Going still further, he saw a white-necked old crow that cawed several times right over his head; and he said again: "Brother, shame on you, shame on you! I said I wouldn't make up tales, and I won't — so why keep turning into a crow? Have you come to listen?"
Beat three. 白頸老鴉, bái jǐng lǎo yā, "a white-necked old crow" — the collared crow, and in Chinese folklore about as unlucky a bird as you can meet on a road. 變著 takes 著 as zhe. He scolds it for shamelessness and protests his honesty to it, which is more than he ever did to the actual Pilgrim.
Now this time Pilgrim had not in fact followed him at all; it was the pig himself who took fright at his own shadow and guessed wildly, so that nowhere did he go but he suspected Pilgrim was at his side.
And the narrator lifts the veil. 自驚自怪, zì jīng zì guài, "frightening himself and finding himself strange" — startled by nothing but his own mind. Here 那裡 is pointing at a place, so 那 is nà. This time Pilgrim had not followed him at all. The tiger was a tiger, the tree was a tree, the crow was a crow.
Of the blockhead's alarm we say no more for now.
且不題, qiě bù tí, "and of that we shall say no more for now" — the storyteller's way of cutting to another scene, the Ming equivalent of a hard cut. The novel uses it whenever two lines of action need to be run in parallel.
Beats two and three arrive fast: a dead tree blown down across his path, and a white-necked crow cawing overhead. He addresses both as Pilgrim, stamping and beating his breast at the tree and scolding the crow for shamelessness, and his protestations of honesty grow more heartfelt the further he gets from any audience. He is now behaving considerably better than when he was actually being watched.
Then the narrator pulls the curtain: this time Pilgrim had not followed him at all. It is a neat closing irony, and it does real work. Being genuinely spied on twice has left Eight Rules incapable of believing he is ever alone, so Pilgrim no longer needs to be there. The absence torments him as efficiently as the presence did.