摜碎屍骸 Smashing the False Corpse
孫大聖馱著妖魔,心中埋怨唐僧不知艱苦:「行此險峻山場,空身也難走,卻教老孫馱人。這廝莫說他是妖怪,就是好人,他沒了父母,不知將他馱與何人,倒不如摜殺他罷。」那怪物卻早知覺了,便就使個神通,往四下裡吸了四口氣,吹在行者背上,便覺重有千斤。行者笑道:「我兒啊,你弄重身法壓我老爺哩。」那怪聞言,恐怕大聖傷他,卻就解尸,出了元神,跳將起去,佇立在九霄空裡。這行者背上越重了。猴王發怒,抓過他來,往那路傍邊賴石頭上滑辣的一摜,將屍骸摜得像個肉餅一般。還恐他又無禮,索性將四肢扯下,丟在路兩邊,俱粉碎了。孙大圣驮着妖魔,心中埋怨唐僧不知艰苦:「行此险峻山场,空身也难走,却教老孙驮人。这厮莫说他是妖怪,就是好人,他没了父母,不知将他驮与何人,倒不如掼杀他罢。」那怪物却早知觉了,便就使个神通,往四下里吸了四口气,吹在行者背上,便觉重有千斤。行者笑道:「我儿啊,你弄重身法压我老爷哩。」那怪闻言,恐怕大圣伤他,却就解尸,出了元神,跳将起去,伫立在九霄空里。这行者背上越重了。猴王发怒,抓过他来,往那路傍边赖石头上滑辣的一掼,将尸骸掼得像个肉饼一般。还恐他又无礼,索性将四肢扯下,丢在路两边,俱粉碎了。
逐句解 Line by line
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 著, zhe; 心中 takes zhōng; 行此險峻 takes xíng; 難 is nán, hard; 教 is the order-giving jiào.
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 將, jiāng; 倒不如 has 倒 as dào, "rather, on the contrary," and keeps 不 as plain bù before the rising tone of 如; the sentence-closing 罷 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.
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 斤 — around six hundred kilograms. 那怪物 takes the pointing nà; 知覺了 has 覺 as jué plus the completed 了, le; 行者 is always xíng; 重 is zhòng.
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 兒 keeps its full ér; 重身法 takes 重 as zhòng. 老爺 is "his lordship," used of himself.
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 nà; 跳將起去 uses the directional 將, jiāng.
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. 重 is zhòng; 了 the completed le.
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 nà and 傍 as páng; 一摜 shifts 一 to yí before the falling tone of 摜; 將屍骸 uses the object-marking 將, jiāng; 摜得 the light hinge 得, de; 一般 shifts 一 to yì before the level tone of 般.
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 還 as hái; 索性將四肢 uses 將, jiāng, and 索性 means "for good measure, once and for all"; 俱粉碎了 takes the completed 了, le.
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.