Canonical Classics ← 第三十四回
第三十四回
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The Demon King, by artful reckoning, confounds the Mind-Monkey; the Great Sage, by shifting sleight, filches away the treasures.

洞中回話
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洞中回話 The Report in the Cave

yīngdeshēngfēixiàgēndìngguàishídàoledòngzhǐjiànliǎngtóuzuòzàiyǐnjiǔxiǎoyāocháoshàngguìxiàxíngzhějiùdīngzàiménguìshàngěrtīngzhexiǎoyāodào:「wáng。」èrlǎotíngbēidào:「menláile?」xiǎoyāodào:「láile。」yòuwèn:「zháosūnxíngzhěfǒu?」xiǎoyāokòutóugǎnshēngyánlǎoyòuwènyòugǎnyìngzhǐshìkòutóuyīngdeshēngfēixiàgēndìngguàishídàoledòngzhǐjiànliǎngtóuzuòzàiyǐnjiǔxiǎoyāocháoshàngguìxiàxíngzhějiùdīngzàiménguìshàngěrtīngzhexiǎoyāodào:「wáng。」èrlǎotíngbēidào:「menláile?」xiǎoyāodào:「láile。」yòuwèn:「zháosūnxíngzhěfǒu?」xiǎoyāokòutóugǎnshēngyánlǎoyòuwènyòugǎnyìngzhǐshìkòutóu


逐句解 Line by line

yīngdeshēngfēixiàgēndìngguàishídàoledòngzhǐjiànliǎngtóuzuòzàiyǐnjiǔxiǎoyāocháoshàngguìxiàxíngzhějiùdīngzàiménguìshàngěrtīngzhe yīngdeshēngfēixiàgēndìngguàishídàoledòngzhǐjiànliǎngtóuzuòzàiyǐnjiǔxiǎoyāocháoshàngguìxiàxíngzhějiùdīngzàiménguìshàngěrtīngzhe

With a droning buzz he flew down and kept close upon the fiends. In no time he reached the cave. There sat the two demon lords drinking, and the little imps knelt before them; Pilgrim lit upon the door-frame and cocked an ear to listen. The imps said: “Great Kings.”

嚶的一聲 (yīng de yì shēng), "with a droning hum," the fly's approach. 那門櫃 (nà mén guì), the door-frame, deictic ; 側耳聽著 (cè ěr tīng zhe), "listening with a tilted ear" — durative zhe.

xiǎoyāodào:「wáng。」èrlǎotíngbēidào:「menláile?」xiǎoyāodào:「láile。」yòuwèn:「zháosūnxíngzhěfǒu?」xiǎoyāokòutóugǎnshēngyánlǎoyòuwènyòugǎnyìngzhǐshìkòutóu xiǎoyāodào:「wáng。」èrlǎotíngbēidào:「menláile?」xiǎoyāodào:「láile。」yòuwèn:「zháosūnxíngzhěfǒu?」xiǎoyāokòutóugǎnshēngyánlǎoyòuwènyòugǎnyìngzhǐshìkòutóu

The two old fiends set down their cups: “You've come back?” The imps said: “We have.” They asked again: “Have you taken Sun the Pilgrim?” The imps only knocked their heads on the ground and dared not speak. The old fiend asked again, and still they dared not answer; they only kowtowed.

拿著孫行者否 (ná zháo sūn xíng zhě fǒu), "have you captured Sun the Pilgrim?" — the resultative zháo, capture achieved. 又不敢應 (yòu bù gǎn yìng), "again dared not answer" — read yìng, to respond.


總評 Commentary

The scene now settles into the demons' hall, viewed from a fly's vantage on the door-frame — a comic reversal of the surveillance the imps were meant to conduct. The narrator's ear is fine: the set-down cups, the guarded question, the imps' silence that answers more eloquently than words. 側耳聽著 fixes Wukong in the pose of the eavesdropper, present at his enemies' council.

The imps' dread is rendered entirely through action: they kneel, they knock their heads, they dare not answer under thrice-repeated questioning. The withholding is dramatically shrewd — the reader, who has watched the whole disaster, waits with the demons for a confession the servants can barely bring themselves to make. Fear has taken their voices before their masters take their lives.