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怒打殘妖
Beating the Battered Imps
急到門前,把雲頭按落,又見那洞門外有百十個小妖,都破頭折腳,肉綻皮開。原來都是他分身法打傷了的,都在這裡聲聲喚喚,忍疼而立。大聖見了,按不住惡性兇頑,掄起鐵棒,一路打將進去。可憐把那苦煉人身的功果息,依然是塊舊皮毛。急到门前,把云头按落,又见那洞门外有百十个小妖,都破头折脚,肉绽皮开。原来都是他分身法打伤了的,都在这里声声唤唤,忍疼而立。大圣见了,按不住恶性凶顽,抡起铁棒,一路打将进去。可怜把那苦炼人身的功果息,依然是块旧皮毛。
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急到門前,把雲頭按落,又見那洞門外有百十個小妖,都破頭折腳,肉綻皮開。
急到门前,把云头按落,又见那洞门外有百十个小妖,都破头折脚,肉绽皮开。
Hastening to the gate, he brought his cloud down and saw before the cave-door a hundred-odd imps, all with broken heads and snapped legs, flesh split and skin burst.
破頭折腳,肉綻皮開 — "heads broken, legs snapped, flesh torn, skin split" — the imps his hair-clones had mauled in the rout.
原來都是他分身法打傷了的,都在這裡聲聲喚喚,忍疼而立。
原来都是他分身法打伤了的,都在这里声声唤唤,忍疼而立。
These were all the ones his body-dividing art had wounded, and here they stood, moaning and crying, enduring the pain.
分身法 — "the body-dividing method," the hair-clone trick of the previous scene. 聲聲喚喚, "crying out again and again"; 忍疼而立, "standing and bearing the pain."
大聖見了,按不住惡性兇頑,掄起鐵棒,一路打將進去。
大圣见了,按不住恶性凶顽,抡起铁棒,一路打将进去。
Seeing them, the Great Sage could not curb his fierce, ungovernable temper: he swung up his iron cudgel and battered his way straight in.
按不住惡性兇頑 — "could not press down his savage, ungovernable nature"; 一路打將進去, "beat his way all the way in."
可憐把那苦煉人身的功果息,依然是塊舊皮毛。
可怜把那苦炼人身的功果息,依然是块旧皮毛。
Pitiful it was: the merit of those hard-won human bodies was snuffed out, and they were once more but old scraps of hide and hair.
苦煉人身的功果 — "the merit of [attaining] human form by hard refining"; 息, "extinguished." 舊皮毛, "old fur and hide" — in death the imps revert to the beasts they had been.
總評 Commentary
Returning to the cave, Wukong finds the aftermath of his own clone-army: a hundred imps broken and moaning. Unable to master his "fierce, ungovernable temper," he cuts his way in and finishes them. The 心猿 of the chapter-title shows here its unruly, violent face — the mind-monkey that acts before it reflects.
The narrator’s closing aside gives the slaughter an unexpected weight. The "merit of those hard-won human bodies" is extinguished, and the imps revert to "old scraps of hide and hair." They were animal-spirits who had cultivated their way toward human form; death strips that attainment away. It is a small memento mori set against the comedy — a reminder that even the routed rabble had, in their way, been climbing the same ladder of self-refinement the pilgrims climb.