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行者恐嚇佛像
The Pilgrim Threatens the Images
好行者,按一按頂上金箍,束一束腰間裙子,執著鐵棒,徑到大雄寶殿上,指著那三尊佛像道:「你本是泥塑金裝假像,內裡豈無感應?我老孫保領大唐聖僧往西天拜佛求取真經,今晚特來此處投宿,趁早與我報名;假若不留我等,就一頓棍打碎金身,教你還現本相泥土。」好行者,按一按顶上金箍,束一束腰间裙子,执著铁棒,径到大雄宝殿上,指著那三尊佛像道:「你本是泥塑金装假像,内里岂无感应?我老孙保领大唐圣僧往西天拜佛求取真经,今晚特来此处投宿,趁早与我报名;假若不留我等,就一顿棍打碎金身,教你还现本相泥土。」
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好行者,按一按頂上金箍,束一束腰間裙子,執著鐵棒,徑到大雄寶殿上,指著那三尊佛像道:「你本是泥塑金裝假像,內裡豈無感應?
好行者,按一按顶上金箍,束一束腰间裙子,执著铁棒,径到大雄宝殿上,指著那三尊佛像道:「你本是泥塑金装假像,内里岂无感应?
The excellent Pilgrim gave a tug at the gold fillet on his crown, cinched the kilt at his waist, gripped his iron rod, went straight up into the Great Hero Hall, and, pointing at the three sacred images, said: “You there — mere figures of moulded clay and gilded pretence: is there no efficacy within you?”
大雄寶殿 the "Great Hero Treasure Hall," the main image-hall of a Buddhist temple; 三尊佛像 its three principal Buddha-images. 感應 (gǎn yìng) "sympathetic response, efficacy" — 應 read yìng; 著 read zhe (twice); 那 read nà.
我老孫保領大唐聖僧往西天拜佛求取真經,今晚特來此處投宿,趁早與我報名;
我老孙保领大唐圣僧往西天拜佛求取真经,今晚特来此处投宿,趁早与我报名;
“I, Old Sun, am escorting the holy monk of Great Tang to the Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and fetch the true scriptures; tonight I have come here on purpose to lodge, so be quick and give me your name;”
保領 "to escort, take charge of"; 報名 here "to announce oneself," mockingly addressed to the mute images; 佛 read fó.
假若不留我等,就一頓棍打碎金身,教你還現本相泥土。」
假若不留我等,就一顿棍打碎金身,教你还现本相泥土。」
“but if you won't lodge us, one round of my cudgel will smash your gilt bodies and turn you back into your true shape — clay and earth.”
還現本相 "to revert to the original form" — 還 read huán ("to revert"), 相 read xiàng ("form"); 教 "to make, cause." Wukong browbeats the statues as a show for the eavesdropping monks.
總評 Commentary
With his master's meek approach exhausted, Wukong takes the stage — and takes it literally, striding into the temple's main image-hall to bully the Buddha-statues themselves. The threat is pure theatre: he demands that the moulded images "give their name" and grant him lodging, on pain of being smashed back into clay. He is of course performing for the terrified servitor and abbot, who he knows are within earshot.
The scene is broad comedy, but it turns on a real irony the chapter has been building. The abbot, a Buddhist cleric, judged a living monk by his rags and denied him shelter; Wukong now treats the temple's sacred images as so much painted clay, extracting by menace the hospitality that piety and courtesy could not. The Great Sage's irreverence is the mirror-image of the abbot's hollow reverence — and, in the novel's moral economy, the more honest of the two.