鋼銼脫身 Filed Free with Steel
見他在裡邊吃酒,有幾個小妖拿盤拿盞,執壺釃酒,不住的兩頭亂跑,關防的略鬆了些兒。他見面前無人,就弄神通:順出棒來,吹口仙氣,叫:「變!」即變做一個純鋼的銼兒;扳過那頸項的圈子,三五銼,銼做兩段。拔開銼口,脫將出來。拔了一根毫毛,叫變做一個假身,拴在那裡。真身卻幌一幌,變做個小妖,立在旁邊。见他在里边吃酒,有几个小妖拿盘拿盏,执壶酾酒,不住的两头乱跑,关防的略松了些儿。他见面前无人,就弄神通:顺出棒来,吹口仙气,叫:「变!」即变做一个纯钢的锉儿;扳过那颈项的圈子,三五锉,锉做两段。拔开锉口,脱将出来。拔了一根毫毛,叫变做一个假身,拴在那里。真身却幌一幌,变做个小妖,立在旁边。
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Seeing them drinking within, with several little imps carrying trays and cups, plying the pot and straining the wine, running to and fro without pause, so that the watch kept over him slackened a little —
執壺釃酒 zhí hú shāi jiǔ, plying the pot and straining the wine — 釃 is specifically to filter the lees out as you pour, a detail of Ming table service. 關防的略鬆了些兒 guān fáng de lüè sōng le xiē er, the watch slackened a little, with the diminutive er keeping it small: not an opening, just a gap.
Seeing no one before him, he worked his magic: he brought forth his cudgel, blew on it a breath of immortal air, and cried “Change!” — turning it into a file of pure steel. Prying at the ring about his neck, with three or five strokes he filed it into two pieces, pulled open the filed gap, and slipped himself free.
純鋼的銼兒 chún gāng de cuò er, a file of pure steel, er again. The cudgel that no smith could dent becomes a small tool for a fiddly job, which is the whole lesson of the escape. 扳過那頸項的圈子 bān guò nà jǐng xiàng de quān zi, prying at that ring about his neck, pointing 那. 脫將出來 tuō jiāng chū lái, slipped himself free, 將 inside the movement once more.
He plucked out a hair, bade it change into a false body, and tied that in his place; his true body, with a shimmer, changed into a little imp and stood off to the side.
變做一個假身 biàn zuò yí gè jiǎ shēn, changed it into a false body — left tied to the pillar as a decoy, so the demons will guard an absence. 真身卻幌一幌 zhēn shēn què huǎng yì huǎng, his true body with a shimmer: the substitution is complete and the Great Sage is now a bystander imp in his enemies' own hall.
The escape rewards the patience of the last passage. Wukong does not force his bonds — that failed against the Tightening Spell — but waits for the guard to slacken as the imps bustle with the wine, then answers the demon's magic with his own. The golden ring no sword could budge yields at once to a conjured steel file. Where brute strength was checked, a change of tool and a moment's inattention are enough.
The decoy is the finishing stroke. Rather than simply run, Wukong leaves a hair-conjured double tied to the pillar and slips into the shape of a little imp among the enemy's own, so that his captors will go on believing him bound while he stands unregarded at their elbow. It is the same principle that ran through the whole infiltration: not escape by force but escape by substitution, the true self hidden inside a borrowed shape at the very heart of the demons' house.