議放大聖 Resolving to Free the Great Sage
那山神、土地才怕道:「委實不知,不知。只聽得那魔頭念起遣山咒法,我們就把山移將來了。誰曉得是孫大聖?」揭諦道:「你且休怕。律上有云:『不知者不坐罪。』我與你計較,放他出來,不要教他動手打我們。」土地道:「就沒理了,既放出來又打?」揭諦道:「你不知。他有一條如意金箍棒,十分利害:打著的就死,挽著的就傷;磕一磕兒觔斷,擦一擦兒皮塌哩。」那山神、土地才怕道:「委实不知,不知。只听得那魔头念起遣山咒法,我们就把山移将来了。谁晓得是孙大圣?」揭谛道:「你且休怕。律上有云:『不知者不坐罪。』我与你计较,放他出来,不要教他动手打我们。」土地道:「就没理了,既放出来又打?」揭谛道:「你不知。他有一条如意金箍棒,十分利害:打著的就死,挽著的就伤;磕一磕儿觔断,擦一擦儿皮塌哩。」
逐句解 Line by line
Only then did the mountain-god and earth-god take fright: “Truly we didn't know, didn't know. We only heard the fiend-chief chant his mountain-sending spell, and we moved the mountain over — who could have guessed it was the Great Sage Sun?”
委實 (wěi shí), “truly, in fact.” 遣山咒法 (qiǎn shān zhòu fǎ), “the mountain-dispatching spell.” 移將來 (yí jiāng lái), “moved it over,” 將 a particle of motion.
The Guardian said: “Fear not for the moment. The statutes say: ‘One who acts in ignorance bears no guilt.’
休怕 (xiū pà), “don't be afraid.” 不知者不坐罪 (bù zhī zhě bù zuò zuì), “one who does not know is not charged with the crime” — a maxim of legal culpability.
“Let me work it out with you: we'll let him out — only mind we don't give him cause to raise a hand against us.”
計較 (jì jiào), “to reckon, plan together.” 動手打 (dòng shǒu dǎ), “to set to and strike.” The Guardian's caution: free him, but carefully.
The earth-god said: “That'd make no sense — free him, and then be beaten for it?”
沒理 (méi lǐ), “unreasonable, without sense.” The earth-god balks at the thought of a rescue rewarded with a thrashing.
The Guardian said: “You don't know him. He has an As-You-Will gold-banded cudgel, fearsomely deadly: whatever it strikes dies, whatever it grazes is maimed; a mere knock snaps the sinews, a mere scrape peels the skin away.”
如意金箍棒 (rú yì jīn gū bàng), the “As-You-Will Gold-Banded Cudgel,” Pilgrim's weapon. 打著/挽著 (dǎ zháo / wǎn zháo), “gets struck / gets grazed,” the resultative 著 (zháo). 磕一磕兒 (kē yì kē er), “a single knock,” with suffix 兒 (er).
The local gods, thoroughly frightened, plead the demon compelled them and take refuge in a maxim of law — “one who acts in ignorance bears no guilt” — which the Guardian offers as their cover. The comedy of celestial bureaucracy continues: gods citing statutes to one another, weighing culpability, negotiating a rescue as if filing an appeal. Their fear of Pilgrim is entirely practical, and entirely justified.
The earth-god's plain objection — free him and then be beaten? — draws from the Guardian a vivid catalogue of the cudgel's lethality: whatever it strikes dies, whatever it grazes is maimed, a knock snaps sinews, a scrape flays skin. The description does double duty, at once explaining the gods' caution and reminding the reader, at the depth of Pilgrim's helplessness, exactly how dangerous he is the moment he is loosed. The stage is set for his release and the reversal to come.