陰風聚獸 A Shadow-Wind Gathers the Beasts
那各神即著本處陰兵,刮一陣聚獸陰風,捉了些野雞山雉、角鹿肥獐、狐獾狢兔、虎豹狼蟲,共有百千餘隻,獻與行者。行者道:「老孫不要,你可把他都捻就了觔,單擺在那四十里路上兩傍,教那些人不放鷹犬,拿回城去,算了汝等之功。」眾神依言,收了陰風,擺在左右。那各神即着本处阴兵,刮一阵聚兽阴风,捉了些野鸡山雉、角鹿肥獐、狐獾狢兔、虎豹狼虫,共有百千余只,献与行者。行者道:「老孙不要,你可把他都捻就了觔,单摆在那四十里路上两傍,教那些人不放鹰犬,拿回城去,算了汝等之功。」众神依言,收了阴风,摆在左右。
逐句解 Line by line
Each of those gods at once dispatched the ghost-soldiers of his own domain to raise a beast-gathering shadow-wind, and they took wild fowl and mountain pheasants, antlered deer and fat roe, foxes, badgers, raccoon-dogs and hares, tigers, leopards, wolves and vermin — several hundreds and thousands of head in all — and presented them to the Pilgrim.
即著本處陰兵: each god at once sets his own precinct's ghost-soldiers to work, with 著 read zhuó in its sense of assigning a task. 聚獸陰風 is a beast-gathering yin-wind — a shadow-wind that herds animals. The catalogue that follows heaps up food animals and predators together with cheerful disregard: pheasants and deer alongside tigers, leopards and wolves. 那 = nà.
The Pilgrim said: 'Old Sun does not want them. You may just pinch them all lifeless and lay them out singly along both sides of the forty-lǐ road, so that those men, without loosing hawk or hound, may carry them back into the city — and that will be counted to your credit.'
He does not want the animals; he wants the tableau. 捻就了觔 is to pinch them until the sinews set — stopped where they stand. 四十里路上兩傍: along both sides of the forty-lǐ road, with 傍 read páng, 'beside,' and 里 (lǐ) left in Chinese rather than converted, since English has no borrowed name for it. 都 = dōu; 那, twice, = nà. The soldiers will 'catch' game that has been laid out for them like props on a set.
The host of gods did as he said, withdrew the shadow-wind, and arranged them to left and right.
收了陰風: they call the shadow-wind back in. 擺在左右: and set the results out on either side.
The gods deliver with supernatural efficiency. A beast-gathering shadow-wind sweeps up a comically excessive haul — hundreds upon hundreds of animals, predators included — and Wukong turns down the lot. What he wants is not game but a staged scene: the animals laid out along the road to be 'caught' without a hawk or hound in play. That refusal is the joke's payoff, since the hunt is to be counterfeited exactly as neatly as the demon has counterfeited the king.
The passage quietly doubles the chapter's theme of the false passing for the true. The impostor's kingship is a fabrication; the prince's triumphant catch will be a fabrication too — a benign one, engineered by the pilgrims to keep him out of prison. The novel is entirely untroubled by the symmetry. Deception in a good cause is simply good tactics.