拆穿假父 The False Father Unmasked
妖王道:「父王把我八個字時常不離口論說,說我有同天不老之壽,怎麼今日一旦忘了?豈有此理,必是假的。」哏的一聲,群妖槍刀簇擁,望行者沒頭沒臉的劄來。這大聖使金箍棒架住了,現出本像,對妖精道:「賢郎,你卻沒理那裡兒子好打爺的?」那妖王滿面羞慚,不敢回視。行者化金光,走出他的洞府。小妖道:「大王,孫行者走了。」妖王道:「罷罷罷,讓他走了罷,我吃他這一場虧也。且關了門,莫與他打話,只來刷洗唐僧,蒸吃便罷。」妖王道:「父王把我八个字时常不离口论说,说我有同天不老之寿,怎么今日一旦忘了?岂有此理,必是假的。」哏的一声,群妖枪刀簇拥,望行者没头没脸的札来。这大圣使金箍棒架住了,现出本像,对妖精道:「贤郎,你却没理那里儿子好打爷的?」那妖王满面羞惭,不敢回视。行者化金光,走出他的洞府。小妖道:「大王,孙行者走了。」妖王道:「罢罢罢,让他走了罢,我吃他这一场亏也。且关了门,莫与他打话,只来刷洗唐僧,蒸吃便罢。」
逐句解 Line by line
The demon king said: "My father king had my eight characters forever on his lips, saying I have a life-span undying as heaven itself — how is it that today, all at once, he has forgotten them?
And the deferral fails, because a father who talks about his son's horoscope constantly cannot suddenly mislay it. The 八個字 are the 八字, the eight characters — two each for the year, month, day and hour of birth, the string of data on which a whole life's fortune-telling is built, rather like a birth certificate that doubles as a horoscope. (Before the fourth-tone 旦 dàn, 一 in 一旦 reads yí.)
This stands to no reason — he must be a fake."
豈有此理 — "where is the sense in that" — is still the standard Chinese cry of outraged disbelief. The demon has reached his verdict.
At a grunt, the host of demons closed in with spear and saber, thrusting at Pilgrim recklessly, head and face alike.
The grunt, and the ambush. 哏的一聲 is "at a grunt," the signal arranged two blocks ago; 沒頭沒臉 is "head and face alike," thrusting anywhere and everywhere, and 沒 here is méi, not the mò of submerging; 劄來 is "thrust at."
This Great Sage warded them off with his gold-banded cudgel, showed his true form, and said to the fiend: "My worthy boy — you've no reason on your side. Where under heaven is there a son who beats his own father?"
The best line in the chapter, and it lands with the disguise still half off: where under heaven is there a son who beats his own father? Wukong has spent the whole episode borrowing the language of filial duty, and he keeps hold of it even as he drops the face. 沒 in 沒理 is méi, no reason; 那 in 那裡兒子好打爺的 is the questioning nǎ, "where is there"; 兒 in 兒子 is ér.
That demon king, his whole face flushed with shame, dared not look up.
And it works — the demon is shamed by the very reverence he had been performing. 那 in 那妖王 points, so nà; 羞慚 is abashed.
Pilgrim turned into a golden light and passed out of his cave.
The ruse has nothing left to give, so he leaves in a flash of golden light.
The imps said: "Great King — Sun the Pilgrim has got away."
The imps report the escape.
The demon king said: "Enough, enough, enough — let him go, then; I've swallowed a loss at his hands this time.
The character 罷 comes four times in this one speech, and they do not all read alike. The tripled 罷罷罷 is bà, the cry of a man giving up — enough, enough, enough — while the 罷 of 讓他走了罷 is the soft ba that makes a suggestion of it: let him go, then. 吃他這一場虧 is to swallow a loss at somebody's hands.
Just shut the gates, hold no more parley with him, and simply set to scrubbing the Tang Monk and steaming him to eat — and be done."
And the last 罷, in 蒸吃便罷, is bà again — the "and be done with it" sense. 打話 is to parley. The demon's answer to being tricked is simply to get on with the meal.
The eight-character trap does what neither the fast nor the horoscope-deferral could: it forces the exposure, because no father forgets his son's birth-characters. Red Boy, certain at last, springs his ambush at a grunt. Wukong drops the disguise, wards off the assault, and lands the scene's sharpest stroke — a filial reproach turned inside out: where under heaven is there a son who beats his father? The demon, shamed by the very reverence he had been performing, dares not look up, and the Great Sage leaves in a golden light.
But the victory is only the upper hand, as Wukong will shortly call it. The master is still captive, and the demon, undeceived and now doubly resolved, orders the gates shut and the Tang Monk steamed regardless. The comedy of the false father is spent, and all it has bought is intelligence and a little time. The real business of the chapter — the appeal to a power that can quench the Samādhi fire — begins now.