第三十四回
魔王巧算困心猿
大聖騰挪騙寶貝
The Demon King, by artful reckoning, confounds the Mind-Monkey; the Great Sage, by shifting sleight, filches away the treasures.
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棒打狐狸
The Fox Struck Down
被行者掣出棒,著頭一磨:一個搪著的,打得稀爛;一個擦著的,不死還哼。那老怪聽得人哼,轎子裡伸出頭來看時,被行者跳到轎前,劈頭一棍,打了個窟窿,腦漿迸流,鮮血直冒。拖出轎來看處,原是個九尾狐狸。行者笑道:「造孽畜,叫甚麼老奶奶。你叫老奶奶,就該稱老孫做上太祖公公是。」被行者掣出棒,著头一磨:一个搪著的,打得稀烂;一个擦著的,不死还哼。那老怪听得人哼,轿子里伸出头来看时,被行者跳到轿前,劈头一棍,打了个窟窿,脑浆迸流,鲜血直冒。拖出轿来看处,原是个九尾狐狸。行者笑道:「造孽畜,叫甚么老奶奶。你叫老奶奶,就该称老孙做上太祖公公是。」
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被行者掣出棒,著頭一磨:一個搪著的,打得稀爛;一個擦著的,不死還哼。那老怪聽得人哼,轎子裡伸出頭來看時,被行者跳到轎前,劈頭一棍,打了個窟窿,腦漿迸流,鮮血直冒。
被行者掣出棒,著头一磨:一个搪著的,打得稀烂;一个擦著的,不死还哼。那老怪听得人哼,轿子里伸出头来看时,被行者跳到轿前,劈头一棍,打了个窟窿,脑浆迸流,鲜血直冒。
Pilgrim whipped out his cudgel and ground it once against their heads: the one it struck was beaten to a pulp; the other, only grazed, did not die but lay groaning. When that old fiend heard the groaning and thrust her head out of the sedan to look, Pilgrim leapt to the sedan-front and, with a blow full on the crown, smashed a hole in her skull, so that the brains gushed out and the fresh blood spurted straight up. He dragged her from the sedan to look, and she proved to be a nine-tailed fox.
著頭一磨 (zháo tóu yì mó), "ground once against the head" — contact-verb zháo; 搪著/擦著 (táng zháo / cā zháo), "struck / grazed," resultative zháo. 不死還哼 (bù sǐ hái hēng), "not dead, still groaning" — 還 read hái. 九尾狐狸 (jiǔ wěi hú li), a nine-tailed fox.
拖出轎來看處,原是個九尾狐狸。行者笑道:「造孽畜,叫甚麼老奶奶。你叫老奶奶,就該稱老孫做上太祖公公是。」
拖出轿来看处,原是个九尾狐狸。行者笑道:「造孽畜,叫甚么老奶奶。你叫老奶奶,就该称老孙做上太祖公公是。」
Pilgrim laughed: “Sinful beast, calling yourself Old Grandma! Since you're styled Old Grandma, you ought by rights to style Old Monkey your Great-Grandsire.”
造孽畜 (zào niè chù), "sinful beast," a curse on the demon. 上太祖公公 (shàng tài zǔ gōng gong), "senior great-grandsire" — Wukong's mocking claim of a generation's precedence over the crone he has just killed.
總評 Commentary
The murders are dispatched with brutal economy and grim wit — a single grinding blow for the bearers, a skull-smashing stroke for the matriarch who makes the fatal mistake of looking out at a groan. The narrator's relish for gore, the gushing brains and spurting blood, is characteristic of the novel's demon-slayings, where violence against the monstrous is neither softened nor moralized but rendered with a kind of exuberant precision.
The revelation of the nine-tailed fox beneath the matron's finery closes the disguise the portrait opened: the venerable lady was a beast all along, and Wukong's jeer restores the true order of precedence. His taunt — that one who claims to be Grandma should call Old Monkey Great-Grandsire — is pure Monkey bravado, converting a killing into a joke about seniority. The demon-family's summoned elder is dead on the road, and her murderer now holds every card: her cord, her face, and her place at the feast.