洞門罵戰 Words and Swords at the Gate
那老魔急令小妖擺開陣勢,罵道:「你這猴子,十分無禮。害我兄弟,傷我手足,著然可恨!」行者罵道:「你這討死的怪物,你一個妖精的性命捨不得。似我師父、師弟,連馬四個生靈,平白的吊在洞裡,我心何忍?情理何甘?快快的送將出來還我,多多貼些盤費,喜喜歡歡打發老孫起身,還饒了你這個老妖的狗命。」那怪那容分說,舉寶劍劈頭就砍;這大聖使鐵棒舉手相迎。那老魔急令小妖摆开阵势,骂道:「你这猴子,十分无礼。害我兄弟,伤我手足,著然可恨!」行者骂道:「你这讨死的怪物,你一个妖精的性命舍不得。似我师父、师弟,连马四个生灵,平白的吊在洞里,我心何忍?情理何甘?快快的送将出来还我,多多贴些盘费,喜喜欢欢打发老孙起身,还饶了你这个老妖的狗命。」那怪那容分说,举宝剑劈头就砍;这大圣使铁棒举手相迎。
逐句解 Line by line
The old fiend hastily had his imps deploy in battle-array and railed: “You monkey, you are the height of insolence!”
擺開陣勢 — "spread out in formation." 十分 (shí fēn), "utterly, to the full," 分 read fēn. The fiend opens the exchange of taunts that precedes battle.
“You have destroyed my brother, maimed my own flesh and blood — truly you are to be loathed!”
手足 — "hands and feet," i.e. a brother. 著然 (zhuórán) — "truly, downright," where 著 is the adverbial zhuó, not the durative zhe.
Pilgrim railed back: “You death-courting monster — you begrudge the one life of a single fiend,”
討死 (tǎo sǐ) — "courting death." 捨不得 (shě bu de), "cannot bear to give up," 得 the potential complement de. Wukong turns the reproach around: the fiend grieves one brother while holding four innocents captive.
“yet my master and brothers, and the horse — four living souls — you have strung up for nothing in your cave; how could my heart bear it?”
平白的 — "for no reason, wantonly." 似 (sì) here, "as for, the likes of." Wukong sets his four against the demon’s one.
“Where is the justice in it?”
情理何甘 — "how could reason and right be content [with this]?"
“Look sharp and send them out and give them back to me; add a good sum for travelling-money and send Old Sun cheerfully on his way — and I’ll yet spare that dog’s life of yours, you old monster.”
還我 (huán wǒ) — "give [them] back to me," 還 read huán; but 還饒了 (hái ráo le), "and shall further spare," 還 read hái. 盤費 (pánfèi), "travel-money" — Wukong’s mock-magnanimous terms.
The fiend would brook no arguing: he raised his treasure-sword and hacked straight at Wukong’s head;
那容分說 — "how would he allow any explaining," where 那 is the rhetorical nǎ (= 哪), distinct from the deictic 那怪 (nà) just before. 劈頭就砍, "hacked straight at his head."
and the Great Sage raised his iron cudgel to meet him.
相迎 (xiāng yíng) — "met [the blow]," 相 read xiāng, "toward, to meet." The parley collapses into combat.
The set exchange of insults that opens a vernacular battle-scene plays out in full. The old fiend’s grievance is narrow — a dead brother, maimed "flesh and blood" — and Wukong meets it with a counter-charge that reframes the whole quarrel: the demon mourns one of his own while holding four innocent lives strung up in the cave.
Wukong’s terms are pure bravado dressed as generosity — hand back the captives, add travel-money, and he will "yet spare that dog’s life of yours." The fiend, of course, "brooks no arguing" and strikes; the parley collapses into the clash of sword and cudgel, and the passage hands off to the battle-verse that follows.