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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走漏猴風
The Monkey's Cover Blown
噫!只為獃子一句通情話,走了猴王變化的風。那裡有幾個巡山的小怪,把門的眾妖,都撞將進來,報道:「大王,禍事了!孫行者打殺奶奶,他妝來耶。」魔頭聞此言,那容分說,掣七星寶劍,望行者劈面砍來。好大聖,將身一幌,只見滿洞紅光,預先走了。似這般手段,著實好耍子。正是那聚則成形,散則成氣。噫!只为呆子一句通情话,走了猴王变化的风。那里有几个巡山的小怪,把门的众妖,都撞将进来,报道:「大王,祸事了!孙行者打杀奶奶,他妆来耶。」魔头闻此言,那容分说,掣七星宝剑,望行者劈面砍来。好大圣,将身一幌,只见满洞红光,预先走了。似这般手段,著实好耍子。正是那聚则成形,散则成气。
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噫!只為獃子一句通情話,走了猴王變化的風。那裡有幾個巡山的小怪,把門的眾妖,都撞將進來,報道:「大王,禍事了!孫行者打殺奶奶,他妝來耶。」
噫!只为呆子一句通情话,走了猴王变化的风。那里有几个巡山的小怪,把门的众妖,都撞将进来,报道:「大王,祸事了!孙行者打杀奶奶,他妆来耶。」
Alas! All for one knowing word from that idiot, the wind of the Monkey King's transformation leaked out. Just then several patrol imps and gate-keeping fiends came crowding in to report: “Great Kings, disaster! Sun the Pilgrim has killed Grandma and come disguised as her!”
噫 (yī), "alas!" — the narrator's exclamatory sigh at the turn. 只為獃子一句通情話 (zhǐ wèi dāi zi yí jù tōng qíng huà), "all for one knowing word from the idiot" — 為 read wèi, causal. 走了…風 (zǒu le … fēng), "the wind leaked out," the secret escaping.
魔頭聞此言,那容分說,掣七星寶劍,望行者劈面砍來。好大聖,將身一幌,只見滿洞紅光,預先走了。似這般手段,著實好耍子。正是那聚則成形,散則成氣。
魔头闻此言,那容分说,掣七星宝剑,望行者劈面砍来。好大圣,将身一幌,只见满洞红光,预先走了。似这般手段,著实好耍子。正是那聚则成形,散则成气。
Hearing these words, the demon lord brooked no explanation: he drew the seven-star sword and slashed full at Pilgrim's face. Good Great Sage! With a flick of his body he was gone — and in the same instant the cave was filled with red light — for he had slipped away beforehand. Skill like this is truly a fine bit of sport. Just so it is: gathered, it takes form; scattered, it becomes vapor.
那容分說 (nǎ róng fēn shuō), "brooked no explanation" — rhetorical nǎ, "how would he allow?"; 分 read fēn, to argue out. 著實好耍子 (zhuó shí hǎo shuǎ zi), "truly fine sport" — 著實, the adverbial zhuó; but 正是那 (zhèng shì nà), "just so it is," deictic nà.
總評 Commentary
The narrator's 噫 tolls the turn like a bell: the whole elaborate imposture, which survived the gatekeeper, the sedan, and the four bows, is undone by one indiscreet word from Bajie. The construction 只為…走了風 pins the collapse precisely on the idiot's slip, and the timing is exquisite — the cover holds through every danger the enemy poses and fails only to the folly of a friend.
Yet the reversal costs Wukong nothing but the disguise. The demon's furious sword-stroke meets empty air; the Great Sage is gone before the blade falls, leaving only a cave full of red light. The closing maxim — 聚則成形,散則成氣, gathered it takes form, scattered it becomes vapor — lifts the escape into metaphysics, defining Wukong's protean freedom against the demons' fixed rage. The imposture is over, but the contest merely shifts to open ground, and the narrator's own verdict is that all of it is 好耍子 — fine sport.