三山壓頂 Three Mountains Crush Him Down
看他挑著兩座大山,飛星來趕師父。那魔頭看見,就嚇得渾身是汗,遍體生津道:「他卻會擔山。」又整性情,把真言念動,將一座泰山遣在空中,劈頭壓住行者。那大聖力軟觔麻,遭逢他這泰山下頂之法,只壓得三尸神咋,七竅噴紅。看他挑著两座大山,飞星来赶师父。那魔头看见,就吓得浑身是汗,遍体生津道:「他却会担山。」又整性情,把真言念动,将一座泰山遣在空中,劈头压住行者。那大圣力软觔麻,遭逢他这泰山下顶之法,只压得三尸神咋,七窍喷红。
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See him now, shouldering two great mountains, hurtling like a shooting star to catch up with the Master.
挑著 (tiāo zhe), “carrying on the pole,” durative 著 (zhe); even doubly burdened, Pilgrim races on. 飛星 (fēi xīng), “like a flying star, with meteor speed.”
The fiend-chief, seeing it, broke out in a cold sweat from head to foot, his whole body running with moisture, and said: “Why, he can carry mountains!”
嚇得 (xià de), “frightened to the point that,” the 得 (de) of degree. 會擔山 (huì dān shān), “can shoulder mountains” — here 擔 is the verb dān, “to carry on the shoulder,” distinct from the noun dàn above.
Steadying his nerve, he worked the true words once more and sent a Mount Tai through the air, bringing it down head-on to pin Pilgrim fast.
整性情 (zhěng xìng qíng), “to compose oneself, steady the nerves.” 泰山 is Mount Tai, foremost of the Five Sacred Peaks — the third and heaviest. 將 is the disposal coverb jiāng.
The Great Sage, his strength gone soft and his sinews numb, meeting this magic of Mount Tai pressing down upon his crown, was crushed until his three corpse-spirits shrieked and blood spurted from his seven apertures.
力軟觔麻 (lì ruǎn jīn má), “strength failing, sinews numb”; 觔 is a variant of 筋. 三尸神 (sān shī shén), the “three corpse-spirits” said to dwell in the body; 七竅 (qī qiào), the “seven apertures” of the head. The third peak overwhelms even Monkey.
The rule of three completes itself, and the comedy turns. Pilgrim, doubly laden, still races star-swift after the Master — a feat that so unnerves the demon (sweating from head to foot at “he can carry mountains!”) that he loses his own composure before recovering it. The fiend's fright is a last flicker of the earlier deflation, the moment before his magic finally tells.
With the third peak, Mount Tai, the balance breaks. The chapter's language turns from banter to the body's collapse: strength gone soft, sinews numb, the three corpse-spirits shrieking, blood at the seven apertures. It is the pinning of the Great Sage — the guardian who alone knew the fiend for what he was — and it clears the demon's path to the undefended Master. The cosmic mountains that were freight a moment ago have become a tomb.