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第四十一回
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The Mind-Ape Suffers Defeat by Fire · The Wood-Mother Is Seized by the Demon

變作包袱
模式 Mode Read Study
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

變作包袱 Disguised as a Bundle

hǎoxíngzhěyǎozherěnzheténgniǎnzhetiěbàngzǒuguòjiàndàohuǒyúndòngqiánjiàoshēng:「guài!」méndexiǎoyāoyòubào:「sūnxíngzhěyòuzàiménshǒujiàoli。」yāowángchuánlìngjiàohuǒxiǎoyāoqiāngdāoyōngshēnghǎnkāiméndōudào:「zhùzhù。」xíngzhěguǒránjuàngǎnxiāngyíngjiāngshēnzuānzàipángniànzhòujiào:「biàn!」biànzuòxiāojīnbāoxiǎoyāokànjiànlejìnbàodào:「wángsūnxíngzhělezhǐjiànshuōshēnghuāngdebāodiūxiàzǒule。」hǎoxíngzhěyǎozherěnzheténgniǎnzhetiěbàngzǒuguòjiàndàohuǒyúndòngqiánjiàoshēng:「guài!」méndexiǎoyāoyòubào:「sūnxíngzhěyòuzàiménshǒujiàoli。」yāowángchuánlìngjiàohuǒxiǎoyāoqiāngdāoyōngshēnghǎnkāiméndōudào:「zhùzhù。」xíngzhěguǒránjuàngǎnxiāngyíngjiāngshēnzuānzàipángniànzhòujiào:「biàn!」biànzuòxiāojīnbāoxiǎoyāokànjiànlejìnbàodào:「wángsūnxíngzhělezhǐjiànshuōshēnghuāngdebāodiūxiàzǒule。」


逐句解 Line by line

hǎoxíngzhěyǎozherěnzheténgniǎnzhetiěbàngzǒuguòjiàndàohuǒyúndòngqiánjiàoshēng:「guài!」 hǎoxíngzhěyǎozherěnzheténgniǎnzhetiěbàngzǒuguòjiàndàohuǒyúndòngqiánjiàoshēng:「guài!」

Fine Pilgrim! Gritting his teeth, enduring the pain, gripping his iron cudgel, he crossed the torrent, came before the Fire-Cloud Cave, and called out: ‘Insolent monster!’

好行者, "Fine Pilgrim!", is the narrator's cheer for a piece of action about to begin. Then three things done at once, all with the same marker showing them going on together: teeth gritted, pain endured, cudgel gripped. That middle one is unusual. The novel does not often say that Wukong is in pain.

méndexiǎoyāoyòubào:「sūnxíngzhěyòuzàiménshǒujiàoli。」 méndexiǎoyāoyòubào:「sūnxíngzhěyòuzàiménshǒujiàoli。」

The little imp at the gate hurried in again to report: ‘Sun the Pilgrim is at the door calling again.’

The imps report, for the third time in the chapter, that Sun the Pilgrim is at the door. By now the repetition is doing comic work on its own.

yāowángchuánlìngjiào yāowángchuánlìngjiào

The demon king gave the order to seize him.

The demon does not come out this time. He sends the staff -- a small mark of how the situation has changed since the first challenge, when he armed personally and walked out to look at his visitors.

huǒxiǎoyāoqiāngdāoyōngshēnghǎnkāiméndōudào:「zhùzhù。」 huǒxiǎoyāoqiāngdāoyōngshēnghǎnkāiméndōudào:「zhùzhù。」

That band of imps thronged out with spears and blades, shouting all together, opened the gate, and cried: ‘Seize him, seize him!’

Out they come with spears and blades, shouting. This is exactly what Wukong wanted: he has no intention of fighting any of them.

xíngzhěguǒránjuàngǎnxiāngyíngjiāngshēnzuānzàipángniànzhòujiào:「biàn!」 xíngzhěguǒránjuàngǎnxiāngyíngjiāngshēnzuānzàipángniànzhòujiào:「biàn!」

The Pilgrim, being indeed worn out, dared not face them; he slipped his body beside the road, recited a spell, and called: ‘Change!’

果然疲倦, indeed worn out -- the narrator confirming what Sha suspected. So he does not face them. He slips to the side of the road and works a change instead. The Great Sage avoiding a fight with a handful of imps is the clearest measure of what this chapter has done to him.

biànzuòxiāojīnbāo biànzuòxiāojīnbāo

And at once he became a gold-embroidered bundle.

And he becomes a bundle. 銷金 means worked with gold thread, so it looks expensive -- which is the bait.

xiǎoyāokànjiànlejìnbàodào:「wángsūnxíngzhělezhǐjiànshuōshēnghuāngdebāodiūxiàzǒule。」 xiǎoyāokànjiànlejìnbàodào:「wángsūnxíngzhělezhǐjiànshuōshēnghuāngdebāodiūxiàzǒule。」

The imps, seeing it, took it in and reported: ‘Great King, Sun the Pilgrim took fright — at the mere word “seize,” he panicked, dropped his bundle, and fled.’

The imps' report is the funny part: he was so frightened by the word "seize" that he dropped his luggage and ran. They have invented a whole cowardly narrative and it is entirely satisfying to them, which is precisely why it works.


總評 Commentary

Too battered to fight, Wukong falls back on what he is actually best at. He shouts at the gate to draw the imps out, slips aside, and turns himself into a gold-worked bundle lying in the road.

The stratagem depends on the enemy telling themselves a flattering story, and they oblige immediately: the Great Sage panicked at a single word and dropped his bags. They are so pleased with this that nobody thinks to wonder why a fleeing immortal would leave anything behind.

It is worth noting what the chapter has reduced him to and what it has not. He cannot take on a squad of imps with spears. He can still walk into a fortress by being carried through the door.