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,执着铁棒,径到大雄宝殿上,指着那三尊佛像道:「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。」
逐句解 Line by line
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?"
He goes straight for the biggest thing in the building. 大雄寶殿 is the main image-hall; the 三尊佛像 are its three principal Buddha-statues. 感應 is the "sympathetic response" a sacred image is supposed to give a petitioner — the working assumption behind every offering ever made — and Wukong is demanding it at rod-point. 應 is yìng; 著 is zhe twice; 那 is nà.
"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 is to escort or take charge of; 報名 is to announce oneself, which he is demanding of statues. 佛 is fó.
"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."
The threat is to return the images to their raw material. 還現本相 is to revert to the original form, 還 read huán and 相 read xiàng; 教 is to make or cause. He knows the monks are listening, which is the entire point.
With his master's approach exhausted, Wukong takes the stage — and takes it literally, walking into the temple's main image-hall to bully the Buddha-statues. The threat is pure theatre: he orders the moulded images to give their names and grant him lodging, on pain of being smashed back into clay. He knows the terrified servant and the abbot are within earshot, and he is performing for them.
It is broad comedy, but it turns on a real irony the chapter has been assembling. The abbot, a Buddhist cleric, judged a living monk by his rags and refused him shelter; Wukong now treats the temple's sacred images as so much painted mud and extracts by menace the hospitality that piety and courtesy could not get. His irreverence is the mirror of the abbot's hollow reverence, and in the novel's moral accounting it is the more honest of the two.