菩薩擲瓶 The Bodhisattva Flings the Vase
菩薩聽說,心中大怒道:「那潑妖敢變我的模樣?」恨了一聲,將手中寶珠、淨瓶往海心裡撲的一摜。諕得那行者毛骨竦然,即起身侍立下面,道:「這菩薩火性不退,好是怪老孫說的話不好,壞了他的德行,就把淨瓶摜了,可惜,可惜。早知送了我老孫,卻不是一件大人事?」菩萨听说,心中大怒道:「那泼妖敢变我的模样?」恨了一声,将手中宝珠、净瓶往海心里扑的一掼。諕得那行者毛骨竦然,即起身侍立下面,道:「这菩萨火性不退,好是怪老孙说的话不好,坏了他的德行,就把净瓶掼了,可惜,可惜。早知送了我老孙,却不是一件大人事?」
逐句解 Line by line
The Bodhisattva, hearing this, said in great wrath: "That vile fiend dared counterfeit my likeness?"
Note what does and does not anger her. Abducting a monk is what demons do; wearing her face is an offense against her person. 中 in 心中 is zhōng; 那 in 那潑妖 points, so nà.
With a cry of anger she took the precious pearl and the pure vase from her hand and flung them, with a splash, into the heart of the sea.
And then she throws her own holy vessel into the sea, without a word of explanation. 摜 is guàn, to fling or dash down; 將 in 將手中寶珠 is jiāng, taking hold of the object before the verb acts; 中 in 手中 is zhōng.
This so frightened Pilgrim that his hair and bones bristled; he rose at once and stood in attendance below, saying: "This Bodhisattva's fire-temper hasn't cooled — it's surely that she blames old Sun for speaking ill, and, her merit spoiled, has flung away her pure vase. What a pity, what a pity.
Wukong reads it as a tantrum, and worries about the property. 諕 is here the same word as 嚇, xià, to frighten — not the háo that means to clamour; 得 in 諕得 is the light de; 那 in 那行者 points, so nà; 行 in 德行 is xíng, merit or virtue.
Had I known she'd give it to old Sun, wouldn't that have been a fine great matter?"
The covetous punchline: if she was only going to throw it away, she might have thrown it to him.
The Bodhisattva's anger is not at the abduction — that is the ordinary business of demons — but at the counterfeiting of her own sacred likeness, an offense against her very form. And her answer is the startling, wordless act of hurling her pure vase and precious pearl into the sea. Wukong, who reads force far better than he reads mystery, takes it for a fit of temper and mourns the wasted vase with characteristic greed: better it had come to him.
The joke measures the distance between the Great Sage's understanding and the Bodhisattva's. What looks to him like pique is the opening move of a deliberate miracle, and the vase he thinks squandered will come back transformed. The scene closes on that suspense — neither Wukong nor the reader yet knows what the sea will return — and the next block, the first of the chapter's great verse showcases, is the answer.