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第四十回
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The Baby, Playing at Transformation, Throws the Chan-Mind into Chaos · Ape and Horse, the Sword-Crucible and Wood-Mother, Come to Naught

摜碎屍骸
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

摜碎屍骸 Smashing the False Corpse

sūnshèngtuózheyāoxīnzhōngmányuàntángsēngzhījiān:「xíngxiǎnjùnshānchǎngkōngshēnnánzǒuquèjiàolǎosūntuórénzhèshuōshìyāoguàijiùshìhǎorénméilezhījiāngtuóréndàoguànshāba。」guàiquèzǎozhījuéle便biànjiù使shǐshéntōngwǎngxiàlekǒuchuīzàixíngzhěbèishàng便biànjuézhòngyǒuqiānjīnxíngzhěxiàodào:「éranòngzhòngshēnlǎoli。」guàiwényánkǒngshèngshāngquèjiùjiěshīchūleyuánshéntiàojiāngzhùzàijiǔxiāokōngzhèxíngzhěbèishàngyuèzhònglehóuwángzhuāguòláiwǎngpángbiānlàishítóushànghuádeguànjiāngshīháiguàndexiàngròubǐngbānháikǒngyòusuǒxìngjiāngzhīchěxiàdiūzàiliǎngbiānfěnsuìlesūnshèngtuózheyāoxīnzhōngmányuàntángsēngzhījiān:「xíngxiǎnjùnshānchǎngkōngshēnnánzǒuquèjiàolǎosūntuórénzhèshuōshìyāoguàijiùshìhǎorénméilezhījiāngtuóréndàoguànshāba。」guàiquèzǎozhījuéle便biànjiù使shǐshéntōngwǎngxiàlekǒuchuīzàixíngzhěbèishàng便biànjuézhòngyǒuqiānjīnxíngzhěxiàodào:「éranòngzhòngshēnlǎoli。」guàiwényánkǒngshèngshāngquèjiùjiěshīchūleyuánshéntiàojiāngzhùzàijiǔxiāokōngzhèxíngzhěbèishàngyuèzhònglehóuwángzhuāguòláiwǎngpángbiānlàishítóushànghuádeguànjiāngshīháiguàndexiàngròubǐngbānháikǒngyòusuǒxìngjiāngzhīchěxiàdiūzàiliǎngbiānfěnsuìle


逐句解 Line by line

sūnshèngtuózheyāoxīnzhōngmányuàntángsēngzhījiān:「xíngxiǎnjùnshānchǎngkōngshēnnánzǒuquèjiàolǎosūntuórén sūnshèngtuózheyāoxīnzhōngmányuàntángsēngzhījiān:「xíngxiǎnjùnshānchǎngkōngshēnnánzǒuquèjiàolǎosūntuórén

The Great Sage, bearing the demon, grumbled in his heart at the Tang Priest's ignorance of hardship: "Traveling this steep and perilous mountain-country, even empty-handed one can hardly walk, and yet he has old Sun carry a person.

Wukong grumbles, and the grievance is legitimate. 馱著妖魔 uses the ongoing , zhe; 心中 takes zhōng; 行此險峻 takes xíng; is nán, hard; is the order-giving jiào.

zhèshuōshìyāoguàijiùshìhǎorénméilezhījiāngtuóréndàoguànshāba。」 zhèshuōshìyāoguàijiùshìhǎorénméilezhījiāngtuóréndàoguànshāba。」

Never mind that this fellow is a demon — even were he a real person, with no father or mother, and no telling to whom I'd deliver him, I'd rather just dash him dead and be done."

And the decision, arrived at with startling coldness. 將他馱與何人 uses the object-marking , jiāng; 倒不如 has as dào, "rather, on the contrary," and keeps as plain before the rising tone of ; the sentence-closing is the light ba. Note the reasoning: even if he were a real child, there is nobody to deliver him to — Wukong is still working from the hole he found in the story.

guàiquèzǎozhījuéle便biànjiù使shǐshéntōngwǎngxiàlekǒuchuīzàixíngzhěbèishàng便biànjuézhòngyǒuqiānjīn guàiquèzǎozhījuéle便biànjiù使shǐshéntōngwǎngxiàlekǒuchuīzàixíngzhěbèishàng便biànjuézhòngyǒuqiānjīn

That monster already knew it beforehand, and at once worked a magic: from all four sides he drew in four breaths and blew them onto Pilgrim's back, so that it felt to weigh a thousand catties.

The demon strikes first, and the weapon is weight. He draws breath from the four quarters and blows it onto Wukong's back until it weighs a thousand — around six hundred kilograms. 那怪物 takes the pointing ; 知覺了 has as jué plus the completed , le; 行者 is always xíng; is zhòng.

xíngzhěxiàodào:「éranòngzhòngshēnlǎoli。」 xíngzhěxiàodào:「éranòngzhòngshēnlǎoli。」

Pilgrim laughed: "My boy — you're working a weight-magic to crush your old sire!"

我兒啊 — "my boy" — is Wukong claiming the senior position, and it will turn out to be nearer the truth than he knows. In 我兒 the keeps its full ér; 重身法 takes as zhòng. 老爺 is "his lordship," used of himself.

guàiwényánkǒngshèngshāngquèjiùjiěshīchūleyuánshéntiàojiāngzhùzàijiǔxiāokōng guàiwényánkǒngshèngshāngquèjiùjiěshīchūleyuánshéntiàojiāngzhùzàijiǔxiāokōng

That monster, hearing this, and fearing the Great Sage would harm him, at once loosed the corpse — sent out his primal spirit, sprang up and away, and stood poised in the ninefold empyrean.

And here is the detail everything turns on. 解尸 is a technique of the accomplished adept: to loose the body and leave it behind while the 元神, the primal spirit, goes free. What Wukong is about to destroy is a discarded shell. 那怪 takes the pointing ; 跳將起去 uses the directional , jiāng.

zhèxíngzhěbèishàngyuèzhòngle zhèxíngzhěbèishàngyuèzhòngle

And Pilgrim's back grew heavier still.

The weight increases after the demon has already left, which is the reader's confirmation that the load and the demon are now two different things. is zhòng; the completed le.

hóuwángzhuāguòláiwǎngpángbiānlàishítóushànghuádeguànjiāngshīháiguàndexiàngròubǐngbān hóuwángzhuāguòláiwǎngpángbiānlàishítóushànghuádeguànjiāngshīháiguàndexiàngròubǐngbān

The Monkey King, flaring into rage, snatched him up and, on a slick flat stone by the roadside, smashed him down with a slap — dashing the corpse-frame into something like a meat-patty.

The violence is sudden and total. 滑辣 is a sound-word for the smack of the impact, and 肉餅, "a meat-cake," is exactly as unpleasant as it sounds. 那路傍邊 takes the pointing and as páng; 一摜 shifts to before the falling tone of ; 將屍骸 uses the object-marking , jiāng; 摜得 the light hinge , de; 一般 shifts to before the level tone of .

háikǒngyòusuǒxìngjiāngzhīchěxiàdiūzàiliǎngbiānfěnsuìle háikǒngyòusuǒxìngjiāngzhīchěxiàdiūzàiliǎngbiānfěnsuìle

Still fearing he might again make trouble, he tore off all four limbs for good measure, flung them to both sides of the road, and reduced the whole to fragments.

And then he does it again, thoroughly, which is the mark of someone who has been made to look foolish. 還恐他 takes as hái; 索性將四肢 uses , jiāng, and 索性 means "for good measure, once and for all"; 俱粉碎了 takes the completed , le.


總評 Commentary

Wukong's counterstroke is decisive and, on its surface, a clean win. Grumbling at having to carry the false child at all, he decides to be rid of it; and when the demon retaliates with a weight-spell, piling six hundred kilograms onto his back to crush him, he smashes the body on a stone and tears it to pieces. For a moment it reads as a victory: the monster reduced to a meat-cake, dismembered and scattered, the threat ended before it could do worse.

But the craft of the passage is in one technical detail that the reader is given and the Master is not. Before Wukong ever struck, the demon had 解尸, loosed the corpse and sent out his primal spirit — an out-of-body escape that belongs to an accomplished adept, not an ordinary mountain sprite. What Wukong destroys is a shed husk, while the demon stands untouched overhead, watching. This is the arc's recurring shape in miniature: Wukong acts on what is real to his eyes, is right about the nature of the thing and wrong about the outcome. He has killed nothing. His grim thoroughness — tearing off the limbs, scattering the fragments — is rendered futile in advance, and the demon is left free to retaliate with real fury, which he does at once.