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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索戰叫名
A Challenge, and the Calling of a Name
二魔拿了葫蘆,走出山門,忽看見與孫行者模樣一般,只是略矮些兒。問道:「你是那裡來的?」行者道:「我是孫行者的兄弟,聞說你拿了我家兄,卻來與你尋事的。」二魔道:「是我拿了,鎖在洞中。你今既來,必要索戰。我也不與你交兵,我且叫你一聲,你敢應我麼?」行者道:「可怕你叫上千聲,我就答應你萬聲!」二魔拿了葫芦,走出山门,忽看见与孙行者模样一般,只是略矮些儿。问道:「你是那里来的?」行者道:「我是孙行者的兄弟,闻说你拿了我家兄,却来与你寻事的。」二魔道:「是我拿了,锁在洞中。你今既来,必要索战。我也不与你交兵,我且叫你一声,你敢应我么?」行者道:「可怕你叫上千声,我就答应你万声!」
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二魔拿了葫蘆,走出山門,忽看見與孫行者模樣一般,只是略矮些兒。問道:「你是那裡來的?」行者道:「我是孫行者的兄弟,聞說你拿了我家兄,卻來與你尋事的。」
二魔拿了葫芦,走出山门,忽看见与孙行者模样一般,只是略矮些儿。问道:「你是那里来的?」行者道:「我是孙行者的兄弟,闻说你拿了我家兄,却来与你寻事的。」
The second fiend took the gourd and went out the mountain gate — and suddenly saw one just like Sun the Pilgrim in appearance, only a trifle shorter. He asked: “Where are you from?” Pilgrim said: “I'm Sun the Pilgrim's younger brother; hearing that you'd seized my elder, I've come to have it out with you.”
只是略矮些兒 (zhǐ shì lüè ǎi xiē er), "only a trifle shorter" — diminutive er; the false younger brother's studied near-likeness. 你是那裡來的 (nǐ shì nǎ lǐ lái de), "where are you from?" — interrogative nǎ.
二魔道:「是我拿了,鎖在洞中。你今既來,必要索戰。我也不與你交兵,我且叫你一聲,你敢應我麼?」行者道:「可怕你叫上千聲,我就答應你萬聲!」
二魔道:「是我拿了,锁在洞中。你今既来,必要索战。我也不与你交兵,我且叫你一声,你敢应我么?」行者道:「可怕你叫上千声,我就答应你万声!」
The second fiend said: “It was I who seized him, and locked him in the cave. Since you've come, you must be after a fight. But I won't cross weapons with you — I'll just call you once by name, and do you dare answer me?” Pilgrim said: “Though you call a thousand times, I'll answer you ten thousand!”
鎖在洞中 (suǒ zài dòng zhōng), "locked in the cave" — 中 read zhōng. 你敢應我麼 (nǐ gǎn yìng wǒ me), "do you dare answer me?" — 應 read yìng, to respond. 我就答應你萬聲 (wǒ jiù dá yìng nǐ wàn shēng), "I'll answer you ten thousand times" — Wukong's rash bravado.
總評 Commentary
Wukong's disguise as his own “younger brother,” only slightly shorter, is a masterstroke of provocation calibrated to the trick's needs: it gives him a plausible reason to be present and challenging, and it sets up the fatal game of the name. The second fiend, declining honest combat, proposes instead the contest of the gourd — I'll call, you answer — never guessing that the challenger has engineered the whole encounter to reach exactly this test.
Wukong's boast — call a thousand times, I'll answer ten thousand — is the overconfidence that the chapter is about to puncture. He believes his stolen alias, “Che the Pilgrim,” cannot be the name the gourd will call, and so he can safely answer to it. The reader, warned twice now that the treasures follow their master and swallow whoever answers, hears in the bravado the setup for a fall: the Great Sage has out-thought the demons at every turn, and is about to out-think himself.