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The Fiend Bottled, the Sword Regained
那怪只道是自家敗殘的小妖呼叫,就回頭應了一聲。颼的裝將進去,被行者貼上「太上老君急急如律令奉敕」的帖子。只見那七星劍墜落塵埃,也歸了行者。八戒迎著道:「哥哥,寶劍你得了,精怪何在?」行者笑道:「了了,已裝在我這瓶兒裡也。」沙僧聽說,與八戒十分歡喜。那怪只道是自家败残的小妖呼叫,就回头应了一声。飕的装将进去,被行者贴上「太上老君急急如律令奉敕」的帖子。只见那七星剑坠落尘埃,也归了行者。八戒迎著道:「哥哥,宝剑你得了,精怪何在?」行者笑道:「了了,已装在我这瓶儿里也。」沙僧听说,与八戒十分欢喜。
逐句解 Line by line
那怪只道是自家敗殘的小妖呼叫,就回頭應了一聲。
那怪只道是自家败残的小妖呼叫,就回头应了一声。
The fiend, taking it for one of his own routed imps calling out, turned his head and answered with a single cry.
回頭應了一聲 — "turned and answered once," 應 read yìng ("answer to a call"). The elder’s fatal mistake: to answer to his own name.
颼的裝將進去,被行者貼上「太上老君急急如律令奉敕」的帖子。
飕的装将进去,被行者贴上「太上老君急急如律令奉敕」的帖子。
With a swoosh he was drawn inside, and Pilgrim pasted on the seal: “Most High Lord Lao — quick, quick, as by statute and decree!”
颼的裝將進去 — "in a flash bottled him," 將 the coverb (jiāng). The same Daoist talisman that sealed Silver-Horn now seals Gold-Horn; 行 forced to xíng.
只見那七星劍墜落塵埃,也歸了行者。
只见那七星剑坠落尘埃,也归了行者。
Then he saw the Seven-Star Sword drop into the dust, and it too fell to Pilgrim.
也歸了行者 — "also went to Pilgrim," 行 forced to xíng. With the fiend gone, his last weapon is Wukong’s.
八戒迎著道:「哥哥,寶劍你得了,精怪何在?」
八戒迎著道:「哥哥,宝剑你得了,精怪何在?」
Bajie came to meet him: “Brother, you’ve got the treasure-sword — but where is the goblin?”
迎著道 — "came to meet [him], saying," durative 著 (zhe); 你得了, "you got [it]," 得 read dé ("obtained").
行者笑道:「了了,已裝在我這瓶兒裡也。」
行者笑道:「了了,已装在我这瓶儿里也。」
Pilgrim said with a laugh: “All done, all done — he’s bottled here in this little vase of mine.”
了了 (liǎo liǎo) — "done, finished!", 了 read liǎo; 瓶兒, "the little vase," 兒 the suffix (er); 行 forced to xíng.
沙僧聽說,與八戒十分歡喜。
沙僧听说,与八戒十分欢喜。
Sha Monk, hearing this, was as overjoyed as Bajie.
十分歡喜 — "utterly delighted," 分 read fēn. The rescue is complete and the company reunited.
總評 Commentary
The trap closes. Mistaking Wukong’s summons for one of his own imps, the Gold-Horn King turns and answers to his name — and is drawn in a flash into the very vase he had boasted of, sealed by the same Lord-Lao talisman that took his brother. His last weapon, the Seven-Star Sword, drops into the dust and to Wukong.
The scene’s poetry is one of symmetry and reversal: the fiends’ own device, their own name-magic, their own talismanic seal, all turned against them in turn. Wukong’s cheerful “all done, all done” and the brothers’ shared joy close the long combat on a note of comic triumph, with every treasure now in the pilgrims’ hands.