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打碎石獅
The Stone Lion Shattered
行者聽見道：「是也禁不得，假若就一棍打殺一個，我師父又怪我行兇了。且等我另尋一個甚麼打與你看看。」忽擡頭，只見方丈門外有一個石獅子，卻就舉起棍來，乒乓一下，打得粉亂麻碎。那和尚在窗眼兒裡看見，就嚇得骨軟觔麻，慌忙往床下拱；道人就往鍋門裡鑽，口中不住叫：「爺爺，棍重，棍重，禁不得，方便，方便！」行者道：「和尚，我不打你。我問你：這寺裡有多少和尚？」僧官戰索索的道：「前後是二百八十五房頭，共有五百個有度牒的和尚。」行者道：「你快去把那五百個和尚都點得齊齊整整，穿了長衣服出去，把我那唐朝的師父接進來，就不打你了。」僧官道：「爺爺，若是不打，便擡也擡進來。」行者道：「趁早去。」僧官叫道人：「你莫說嚇破了膽，就是嚇破了心，便也去與我叫這些人來，接唐僧老爺爺來。」行者听见道：「是也禁不得，假若就一棍打杀一个，我师父又怪我行凶了。且等我另寻一个甚么打与你看看。」忽抬头，只见方丈门外有一个石狮子，却就举起棍来，乒乓一下，打得粉乱麻碎。那和尚在窗眼儿里看见，就吓得骨软觔麻，慌忙往床下拱；道人就往锅门里钻，口中不住叫：「爷爷，棍重，棍重，禁不得，方便，方便！」行者道：「和尚，我不打你。我问你：这寺里有多少和尚？」僧官战索索的道：「前后是二百八十五房头，共有五百个有度牒的和尚。」行者道：「你快去把那五百个和尚都点得齐齐整整，穿了长衣服出去，把我那唐朝的师父接进来，就不打你了。」僧官道：「爷爷，若是不打，便抬也抬进来。」行者道：「趁早去。」僧官叫道人：「你莫说吓破了胆，就是吓破了心，便也去与我叫这些人来，接唐僧老爷爷来。」
逐句解 Line by line
行者聽見道：「是也禁不得，假若就一棍打殺一個，我師父又怪我行兇了。
行者听见道：「是也禁不得，假若就一棍打杀一个，我师父又怪我行凶了。
The Pilgrim, hearing them, said: “It really can't be borne — but if I killed one man with a single stroke, my master would blame me again for cruelty.”
禁不得 "cannot bear it," 禁 read jīn; 得 read de; 行兇 "to do violence," 行 xíng.
且等我另尋一個甚麼打與你看看。」
且等我另寻一个甚么打与你看看。」
“Let me find something else to strike, and show you.”
甚 read shén. Wukong looks for a target that will make his point without a corpse.
忽擡頭，只見方丈門外有一個石獅子，卻就舉起棍來，乒乓一下，打得粉亂麻碎。
忽抬头，只见方丈门外有一个石狮子，却就举起棍来，乒乓一下，打得粉乱麻碎。
Raising his head, he saw a stone lion outside the abbot's door, lifted his cudgel, and with a single crash smashed it to powder and crumbs.
石獅子 the carved stone lion at the gate; 粉亂麻碎 "in fragments and shreds, pulverized"; 得 read de.
那和尚在窗眼兒裡看見，就嚇得骨軟觔麻，慌忙往床下拱；
那和尚在窗眼儿里看见，就吓得骨软觔麻，慌忙往床下拱；
The monk, watching through the window-hole, was so terrified his bones went soft and his sinews slack, and he scrambled under the bed;
那 read nà, 和尚 read hé shàng; 窗眼兒 "the little window-hole," 兒 the suffix er; 骨軟觔麻 "bones soft, sinews numb"; 得 read de.
道人就往鍋門裡鑽，口中不住叫：「爺爺，棍重，棍重，禁不得，方便，方便！」
道人就往锅门里钻，口中不住叫：「爷爷，棍重，棍重，禁不得，方便，方便！」
and the servitor burrowed into the stove-mouth, crying without pause: “My lord, the cudgel's heavy, the cudgel's heavy — I can't bear it — mercy, mercy!”
鍋門 the mouth of the cooking-stove; 中 read zhōng; 棍重 "the cudgel is heavy," 重 read zhòng (twice); 禁 read jīn, 得 read de.
行者道：「和尚，我不打你。
行者道：「和尚，我不打你。
The Pilgrim said: “Monk, I won't hit you.”
和尚 read hé shàng. Having made his point on the stone lion, Wukong turns to terms.
我問你：這寺裡有多少和尚？」
我问你：这寺里有多少和尚？」
“Let me ask you: how many monks are there in this temple?”
多少 "how many," 少 shǎo; 和尚 read hé shàng.
僧官戰索索的道：「前後是二百八十五房頭，共有五百個有度牒的和尚。」
僧官战索索的道：「前后是二百八十五房头，共有五百个有度牒的和尚。」
The abbot said, trembling: “All told there are two hundred and eighty-five quarters, with five hundred ordained monks holding ordination certificates.”
房頭 a monk's cell or quarters; 度牒 (dù dié) the government-issued ordination certificate; 個 the measure; 和尚 read hé shàng.
行者道：「你快去把那五百個和尚都點得齊齊整整，穿了長衣服出去，把我那唐朝的師父接進來，就不打你了。」
行者道：「你快去把那五百个和尚都点得齐齐整整，穿了长衣服出去，把我那唐朝的师父接进来，就不打你了。」
The Pilgrim said: “Go quickly and muster all five hundred monks in neat order, put on their long robes, go out and welcome in that Tang master of mine — and I won't beat you.”
那 read nà (twice), 都 read dōu, 得 read de; 長衣服 "long robes," 長 read cháng; 唐朝 read cháo.
僧官道：「爺爺，若是不打，便擡也擡進來。」
僧官道：「爷爷，若是不打，便抬也抬进来。」
The abbot said: “My lord, if there's to be no beating, we'll carry him in if need be.”
擡也擡進來 "we'll even carry him in" — abject compliance.
行者道：「趁早去。」
行者道：「趁早去。」
The Pilgrim said: “Look sharp about it.”
趁早 "quickly, without delay."
僧官叫道人：「你莫說嚇破了膽，就是嚇破了心，便也去與我叫這些人來，接唐僧老爺爺來。」
僧官叫道人：「你莫说吓破了胆，就是吓破了心，便也去与我叫这些人来，接唐僧老爷爷来。」
The abbot called to the servitor: “Never mind your gall being burst — even if your very heart were burst, you'll go and call these men for me, to come and welcome the Venerable Tang.”
嚇破了膽…嚇破了心 "gall burst… heart burst" — a comic doubling of terror; 與 = 為, "for me." The abbot passes his fear straight down the line.
總評 Commentary
Rather than kill a man and earn his master's reproach, Wukong makes his demonstration on the stone lion at the gate, pulverizing it with a single blow. The effect is total: the abbot goes boneless with fright and dives under the bed, the servitor jams himself into the stove-mouth wailing for mercy, and the temple's resistance ends. Wukong, point made, at once drops the menace and turns businesslike — how many monks are there?
The capitulation is complete and pointed. The abbot who reserved his courtesy for city gentlemen now orders all five hundred of his monks to don their formal robes and process out to welcome the very pilgrim he had sent to squat under the eaves. His parting command to the servitor — go and summon them though your heart itself should burst — is his character in miniature: fear flows downhill, and the man who bullied his inferiors when safe conscripts them again when terrified. The chapter's social inversion is now enacted in full ceremony.