真假難分 Two Tripitakas, Hard to Tell Apart
他兩個戰經數合,那妖魔抵不住猴王,急回頭復從舊路跳入城裡,闖在白玉階前兩班文武叢中,搖身一變,即變得與唐三藏一般模樣,並攙手,立在階前。這大聖趕上,就欲舉棒來打。那怪道:「徒弟莫打,是我。」急掣棒要打那個唐僧,卻又道:「徒弟莫打,是我。」一樣兩個唐僧,實難辨認:「倘若一棒打殺妖怪變的唐僧,這個也成了功果;假若一棒打殺我的真實師父,卻怎麼好?」只得停手,叫八戒、沙僧問道:「果然那一個是怪,那一個是我的師父?你指與我,我好打他。」八戒道:「你在半空中相打相嚷,我瞥瞥眼就見兩個師父,也不知誰真誰假。」他两个战经数合,那妖魔抵不住猴王,急回头复从旧路跳入城里,闯在白玉阶前两班文武丛中,摇身一变,即变得与唐三藏一般模样,并搀手,立在阶前。这大圣赶上,就欲举棒来打。那怪道:「徒弟莫打,是我。」急掣棒要打那个唐僧,却又道:「徒弟莫打,是我。」一样两个唐僧,实难辨认:「倘若一棒打杀妖怪变的唐僧,这个也成了功果;假若一棒打杀我的真实师父,却怎么好?」只得停手,叫八戒、沙僧问道:「果然那一个是怪,那一个是我的师父?你指与我,我好打他。」八戒道:「你在半空中相打相嚷,我瞥瞥眼就见两个师父,也不知谁真谁假。」
逐句解 Line by line
When they had fought several bouts, that fiend, unable to withstand the Monkey King, spun about and by the old road leapt back into the city, plunging in before the white-jade steps among the two files of civil and military men, and with a shake of his body changed into the very likeness of the Tang Tripitaka, and stood, hands folded together with him, before the steps.
戰經數合: 數 = shù, several. Pointing 那妖魔 = nà. 叢中: 中 = zhōng. 變得: hinging 得 = de. 三藏: 藏 = zàng. Note where he chooses to land: not somewhere safe, but in the thick of the crowd, beside the one person Wukong cannot risk.
This Great Sage caught up and was about to raise his cudgel to strike.
就欲舉棒來打, made to lift the cudgel and strike — and stops.
That monster said: "Disciple, don't strike — it's me."
Pointing 那怪: 那 = nà. Four characters, and the whole fight changes shape.
He hastened to raise the cudgel to strike that other Tang Monk, who also said: "Disciple, don't strike — it's me."
Pointing 那個唐僧: 那 = nà. 急掣棒, quickly drew the cudgel. The second monk says exactly the same thing, which is the trap closing.
One and the same, two Tang Monks, truly hard to tell apart: "If with one blow I kill the Tang Monk the fiend has turned into, that would be a merit accomplished;
實難辨認: 難 = nán. 成了功果, a merit accomplished. Wukong reasons it out aloud, and the arithmetic is unbearable: a fifty-fifty chance of a great deed, and a fifty-fifty chance of the worst thing he could do.
but if with one blow I kill my own true master, what then?"
假若一棒打殺我的真實師父, if with one blow I club my own true master dead. That is the sentence that stops the cudgel, and it is worth noticing that it stops it — the Wukong of the early chapters would have swung.
He could only stay his hand, and called to Eight Rules and Sha Monk: "Truly now — which one is the monster, and which is my master?
只得停手: 得 = dé, could only. Both 那一個 are questions, so 那 = nǎ, "which one" — the same character that has been pointing at things all chapter, now asking.
Point him out to me, and I'll strike him."
你指與我,我好打他 — show me, and I'll strike him. He has the power and not the knowledge, which is the chapter's whole difficulty in one line.
Eight Rules said: "You were fighting and shouting away up in mid-air; I blinked and saw two masters — I've no idea which is true and which false."
空中: 中 = zhōng. 相打相嚷: 相 = xiāng, at each other. 誰真誰假, who true and who false. Bajie's excuse is that he blinked — which is both useless and completely believable.
Outmatched in the air, the fiend falls back on the oldest trick in the demon's book: he flees into the hall and, with a shake of his body, doubles himself as Tripitaka, so that two identical monks stand hand in hand before the throne, each calling out "Disciple, don't strike — it's me." The novel returns to this device more than once, and its grandest instance is still to come, in the false-Wukong episode of Chapters 57 and 58. It works by turning Wukong's chief strength against him: raw force is useless when the target cannot be told from the master, and the risk of clubbing his own teacher dead freezes the cudgel in mid-swing.
The passage is built on the chapter's deep theme of true and false, here made literal in two indistinguishable bodies. Wukong's appeal to his brothers for help fails comically — Bajie blinked, saw two masters, and has no idea which is which — which sets up the solution of the next passage, when the one instrument that can separate them will be brought to bear: not a weapon, but the Tight-Fillet Spell that only the true Tripitaka knows. The impostor who counterfeited a king has now counterfeited the holiest of the pilgrims, and only a test of the spirit can undo him.