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第三十二回
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On Level-Top Mountain the Merit-Officer Brings Word · In the Lotus-Flower Cave the Wood-Mother Meets Disaster

石頭山洞
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石頭山洞 Stone Mountain, Stone Cave

yuánláidāizishítóudàngzhetángsēngshāsēngxíngzhěsānréncháozheyǎnlidào:「zhèhuíjiànleshīruòwènyǒuyāoguàijiùshuōyǒuyāoguàiwènshénmeshānruòshuōshìniēdezuòdedetóngzhùdemiànzhēngdezhǐdehuàdemenjiànshuōdāiliruòjiǎngzhèhuàshuōdāilezhǐshuōshìshítóushānwènshénmedòngzhǐshuōshìshítóudòngwènshénmeménquèshuōshìdīngdīngdetiěménwènbiānyǒuduōyuǎnzhǐshuōnèiyǒusāncéngshífēnzàisōuxúnwènménshàngdīngziduōshǎozhǐshuōlǎozhūxīnmángzhēnjiānbiānzàotíngdànghǒngwēn。」dāiziniēletuōzhejìnghuíběnyuánláidāizishítóudàngzhetángsēngshāsēngxíngzhěsānréncháozheyǎnlidào:「zhèhuíjiànleshīruòwènyǒuyāoguàijiùshuōyǒuyāoguàiwènshénmeshānruòshuōshìniēdezuòdedetóngzhùdemiànzhēngdezhǐdehuàdemenjiànshuōdāiliruòjiǎngzhèhuàshuōdāilezhǐshuōshìshítóushānwènshénmedòngzhǐshuōshìshítóudòngwènshénmeménquèshuōshìdīngdīngdetiěménwènbiānyǒuduōyuǎnzhǐshuōnèiyǒusāncéngshífēnzàisōuxúnwènménshàngdīngziduōshǎozhǐshuōlǎozhūxīnmángzhēnjiānbiānzàotíngdànghǒngwēn。」dāiziniēletuōzhejìnghuíběn


逐句解 Line by line

yuánláidāizishítóudàngzhetángsēngshāsēngxíngzhěsānréncháozheyǎnli yuánláidāizishítóudàngzhetángsēngshāsēngxíngzhěsānréncháozheyǎnli

Now the blockhead was taking the rocks for the three — the Tang Monk, Sha Monk, and Pilgrim — and rehearsing his part before them.

And now we find out. 把石頭當著, bǎ shí tou dàng zhe, "taking the rocks for" — read dàng, to treat as, and the ongoing zhe; 朝著 likewise zhe; is . 演習 is "to rehearse, to drill" — the modern word for a fire drill or a military exercise. He has cast the three rocks as the master, Sha Monk and Pilgrim, and is running the scene.

dào:「zhèhuíjiànleshīruòwènyǒuyāoguàijiùshuōyǒuyāoguài dào:「zhèhuíjiànleshīruòwènyǒuyāoguàijiùshuōyǒuyāoguài

Said he: "When I go back and see the Master, if he asks whether there are fiends, I'll say there are fiends.

Rehearsal, line one. 見了師父, jiàn le shī fu, "once I've seen the Master"; 若問, "if he asks." Note that he begins with the truth. Monsters there certainly are.

wènshénmeshānruòshuōshìniēdezuòdedetóngzhùdemiànzhēngdezhǐdehuàdemenjiànshuōdāiliruòjiǎngzhèhuàshuōdāile wènshénmeshānruòshuōshìniēdezuòdedetóngzhùdemiànzhēngdezhǐdehuàdemenjiànshuōdāiliruòjiǎngzhèhuàshuōdāile

If he asks what mountain it is, and I say it's clay-pinched, earth-made, tin-beaten, copper-cast, dough-steamed, paper-pasted, or brush-painted — they'll only think me a dolt; talk like that would prove me a dolt outright.

Then he thinks about the follow-up question, and this is where the passage becomes something better than a lazy-pig joke. 泥捏 / 紙糊 / 筆畫, ní niē / zhǐ hú / bǐ huà, "pinched out of clay / pasted from paper / painted with a brush" — seven materials in a row, and he rejects the lot. Say any of that, he reasons, and they will know I am a fool. 甚麼山 takes as shén.

zhǐshuōshìshítóushān zhǐshuōshìshítóushān

I'll just say it's Stone Mountain.

石頭山, shí tou shān, "Stone Mountain." The choice is deliberate: it is the dullest answer available, which is exactly why it will pass.

wènshénmedòngzhǐshuōshìshítóudòng wènshénmedòngzhǐshuōshìshítóudòng

If he asks what cave, I'll just say Stone Cave.

石頭洞, shí tou dòng, "Stone Cave." 甚麼洞 takes as shén. Same principle, applied again.

wènshénmeménquèshuōshìdīngdīngdetiěmén wènshénmeménquèshuōshìdīngdīngdetiěmén

If he asks what gate, I'll say an iron-plated gate studded with nails.

釘釘的鐵葉門, dīng dīng de tiě yè mén, "an iron-sheeted gate studded with nails" — the first is the verb, the second the noun. A real enough sort of gate, and a detail vivid enough to sound like testimony. 甚麼門 takes as shén.

wènbiānyǒuduōyuǎnzhǐshuōnèiyǒusāncéng wènbiānyǒuduōyuǎnzhǐshuōnèiyǒusāncéng

If he asks how far it runs inside, I'll just say there are three chambers within.

三層, sān céng, "three tiers, three chambers deep." Not two, not ten. He is calibrating for plausibility.

shífēnzàisōuxúnwènménshàngdīngziduōshǎozhǐshuōlǎozhūxīnmángzhēn shífēnzàisōuxúnwènménshàngdīngziduōshǎozhǐshuōlǎozhūxīnmángzhēn

And if he presses harder still and asks how many nails are in the gate, I'll just say Old Hog was too flustered to count them right.

And the masterstroke: he pre-builds an alibi for the question he cannot answer. 十分再搜尋, shí fēn zài sōu xún, "if he digs into it harder still"; 記不真, "couldn't recall exactly." Old Hog was too rattled to count the nails. Anyone who has ever invented an excuse will recognise the move — the detail you refuse is what makes the rest sound true.

jiānbiānzàotíngdànghǒngwēn。」 jiānbiānzàotíngdànghǒngwēn。」

With the tale here got up in good order, I'll go fool that Bimawen."

編造停當, biān zào tíng dàng, "the story got up properly" — read dàng, in good order. is . He signs off by naming his intended victim.

dāiziniēletuōzhejìnghuíběn dāiziniēletuōzhejìnghuíběn

The blockhead, having patched it all together, dragged his rake and went straight back the way he had come.

捏合, niē hé, "to pinch together" — the same as in the clay mountain he rejected a moment ago, now applied to the lie itself. is ; 拖著 takes as zhe.


總評 Commentary

The rehearsal is the best thing in the chapter, and what makes it good is that Eight Rules is not stupid here. He is thinking hard, and thinking about the right problem: not what to say, but what will be believed. He knows that if he answers "what mountain?" with something fanciful — a mountain of clay, of tin, of steamed dough, of pasted paper, of brushwork — they already think him a fool and this would settle it. So he goes the other way and chooses the dullest answers available. Stone Mountain. Stone Cave. An iron gate with nails in it. Three chambers deep.

And then the detail that shows he has genuinely modelled his interrogator: he prepares an answer for the question he cannot fake. Asked how many nails were in the gate, Old Hog was too rattled to count them properly. Anyone who has ever built an alibi knows the move — the fact you decline to supply is what makes the rest sound like memory rather than invention. He has patched together a lie that would very likely hold, and he sets off to deliver it to the one person in the party who has been listening from inside his ear the whole time.