絆妖陪笑 Tripping the Imps with a Smile
不多時,那兩個小妖到了。行者將金箍棒伸開,那妖不曾防備,絆著腳,撲的一跌。爬起來,才看見行者,口裡嚷道:「憊懶,憊懶!若不是我大王敬重你這行人,就和你比較起來。」行者陪笑道:「比較甚麼?道人見道人,都是一家人。」那怪道:「你怎麼睡在這裡絆我一跌?」不多时,那两个小妖到了。行者将金箍棒伸开,那妖不曾防备,绊著脚,扑的一跌。爬起来,才看见行者,口里嚷道:「惫懒,惫懒!若不是我大王敬重你这行人,就和你比较起来。」行者陪笑道:「比较甚么?道人见道人,都是一家人。」那怪道:「你怎么睡在这里绊我一跌?」
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Before long the two little imps arrived.
不多時 (bù duō shí), “before long, in a little while.” The imps sent with the gourds come down the road where Pilgrim waits in ambush.
Pilgrim stretched out his gold-banded cudgel; the imps, off their guard, caught their feet on it and went sprawling with a thud.
絆著腳 (bàn zháo jiǎo), “tripped, caught the foot,” the resultative 著 (zháo). 撲的一跌 (pū de yì diē), “fell flat with a thump.”
Scrambling up, they finally saw Pilgrim and shouted: “Slovenly wretch! Slovenly wretch!
憊懶 (bèi lǎn), “good-for-nothing, slovenly loafer” — a term of abuse.
“If our king didn't hold you travelers in esteem, we'd have it out with you here and now.”
敬重 (jìng zhòng), “to respect, esteem,” 重 read zhòng. 比較 (bǐ jiào), here “to have it out, come to blows.” 行人 (xíng rén), “wayfarer.”
Pilgrim said with an ingratiating smile: “Have out what? When one Daoist meets another, we're all one family.”
陪笑 (péi xiào), “to smile ingratiatingly.” 都是一家人 (dōu shì yì jiā rén), “we're all of one household” — Pilgrim plays the fellow-Daoist to disarm them.
The fiends said: “Why were you lying here to trip us up like that?”
絆我一跌 (bàn wǒ yì diē), “trip me into a fall.” The imps, indignant, demand an explanation.
The contest of wits opens as farce. Pilgrim, disguised as an old Daoist, simply lays his cudgel across the road and sends the two imps sprawling — a schoolboy's trick that instantly puts them on the back foot. Their bluster (“Slovenly wretch! … we'd have it out with you”) is empty, checked only by their king's regard for travelers, and Pilgrim disarms it at once with an oily smile and the claim of fellowship: one Daoist to another, all one family.
The scene establishes the register of the whole episode — the fearsome demons' errand undone not by force but by patter. Pilgrim's ingratiating manner, so unlike his usual ferocity, is itself a performance, the Great Sage playing the harmless old adept. The imps' demand for an explanation walks them straight into the next of his inventions, the mock-custom of the “meeting-gift” fall.