Canonical Classics ← 第三十五回
第三十五回
wàidàoshīwēizhèngxìng
xīnyuánhuòbǎoxié

The Heretic Way plies its might to cow the upright nature;,The Mind-Monkey wins the treasures and quells the vile fiend.

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洞門罵戰 Words and Swords at the Gate

lǎolìngxiǎoyāobǎikāizhènshìdào:「zhèhóuzishífēnhàixiōngshāngshǒuzhuóránhèn!」xíngzhědào:「zhètǎodeguàiyāojīngdexìngmìngshědeshīshīliánshēnglíngpíngbáidediàozàidòngxīnrěnqínggānkuàikuàidesòngjiāngchūláihuánduōduōtiēxiēpánfèihuānhuānlǎosūnshēnháiráolezhèlǎoyāodegǒumìng。」guàiróngfēnshuōbǎojiàntóujiùkǎnzhèshèng使shǐtiěbàngshǒuxiāngyínglǎolìngxiǎoyāobǎikāizhènshìdào:「zhèhóuzishífēnhàixiōngshāngshǒuzhuóránhèn!」xíngzhědào:「zhètǎodeguàiyāojīngdexìngmìngshědeshīshīliánshēnglíngpíngbáidediàozàidòngxīnrěnqínggānkuàikuàidesòngjiāngchūláihuánduōduōtiēxiēpánfèihuānhuānlǎosūnshēnháiráolezhèlǎoyāodegǒumìng。」guàiróngfēnshuōbǎojiàntóujiùkǎnzhèshèng使shǐtiěbàngshǒuxiāngyíng


逐句解 Line by line

lǎolìngxiǎoyāobǎikāizhènshìdào:「zhèhóuzishífēn lǎolìngxiǎoyāobǎikāizhènshìdào:「zhèhóuzishífēn

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," read fēn. The fiend opens the exchange of taunts that precedes battle.

hàixiōngshāngshǒuzhuóránhèn!」 hàixiōngshāngshǒuzhuóránhèn!」

“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 is the adverbial zhuó, not the durative zhe.

xíngzhědào:「zhètǎodeguàiyāojīngdexìngmìngshěde xíngzhědào:「zhètǎodeguàiyāojīngdexìngmìngshěde

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," the potential complement de. Wukong turns the reproach around: the fiend grieves one brother while holding four innocents captive.

shīshīliánshēnglíngpíngbáidediàozàidòngxīnrěn shīshīliánshēnglíngpíngbáidediàozàidòngxīnrěn

“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.

qínggān qínggān

“Where is the justice in it?”

情理何甘 — "how could reason and right be content [with this]?"

kuàikuàidesòngjiāngchūláihuánduōduōtiēxiēpánfèihuānhuānlǎosūnshēnháiráolezhèlǎoyāodegǒumìng。」 kuàikuàidesòngjiāngchūláihuánduōduōtiēxiēpánfèihuānhuānlǎosūnshēnháiráolezhèlǎoyāodegǒumìng。」

“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," read huán; but 還饒了 (hái ráo le), "and shall further spare," read hái. 盤費 (pánfèi), "travel-money" — Wukong’s mock-magnanimous terms.

guàiróngfēnshuōbǎojiàntóujiùkǎn guàiróngfēnshuōbǎojiàntóujiùkǎn

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 is the rhetorical nǎ (= ), distinct from the deictic 那怪 (nà) just before. 劈頭就砍, "hacked straight at his head."

zhèshèng使shǐtiěbàngshǒuxiāngyíng zhèshèng使shǐtiěbàngshǒuxiāngyíng

and the Great Sage raised his iron cudgel to meet him.

相迎 (xiāng yíng) — "met [the blow]," read xiāng, "toward, to meet." The parley collapses into combat.


總評 Commentary

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.