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第四十六回
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The Heterodox, Flaunting Their Strength, Affront the True Law · The Mind-Monkey, Manifesting His Sainthood, Destroys the Fiends

鹿力暗害
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鹿力暗害 Deer-Power's Hidden Sting

quèshuō鹿xiānzàixiùdūnshàngzuòkànduōshíliǎngzàigāotáishàngfēnshèngzhèdàoshìjiùzhùshīxiōnggōngjiāngnǎohòuduǎnlegēnniǎnzhetuándànjiāngshàngjìngzhìtángsēngtóushàngbiànzuòchòuchóngyǎozhùzhǎnglǎozhǎnglǎoxiānqiánjuéyǎngránhòujuéténgyuánláizuòchándedòngshǒudòngshǒusuànshūshíjiānténgtòngnánjīnsuōzhetóujiùzhejīnyǎngjièdào:「hǎoleshīyángerfēngle。」shāsēngdào:「shìshìtóufēngle。」xíngzhětīngjiàndào:「shīnǎizhìchéngjūnshuōhuìzuòchánduànránhuìzuòshuōhuìzhǐshìhuìjūnjiāyǒumiùliǎngxiūyánděngshàngkànkàn。」quèshuō鹿xiānzàixiùdūnshàngzuòkànduōshíliǎngzàigāotáishàngfēnshèngzhèdàoshìjiùzhùshīxiōnggōngjiāngnǎohòuduǎnlegēnniǎnzhetuándànjiāngshàngjìngzhìtángsēngtóushàngbiànzuòchòuchóngyǎozhùzhǎnglǎozhǎnglǎoxiānqiánjuéyǎngránhòujuéténgyuánláizuòchándedòngshǒudòngshǒusuànshūshíjiānténgtòngnánjīnsuōzhetóujiùzhejīnyǎngjièdào:「hǎoleshīyángerfēngle。」shāsēngdào:「shìshìtóufēngle。」xíngzhětīngjiàndào:「shīnǎizhìchéngjūnshuōhuìzuòchánduànránhuìzuòshuōhuìzhǐshìhuìjūnjiāyǒumiùliǎngxiūyánděngshàngkànkàn。」


逐句解 Line by line

quèshuō鹿xiānzàixiùdūnshàngzuòkànduōshíliǎngzàigāotáishàngfēnshèngzhèdàoshìjiùzhùshīxiōnggōngjiāngnǎohòuduǎnlegēnniǎnzhetuándànjiāngshàngjìngzhìtángsēngtóushàngbiànzuòchòuchóngyǎozhùzhǎnglǎo quèshuō鹿xiānzàixiùdūnshàngzuòkànduōshíliǎngzàigāotáishàngfēnshèngzhèdàoshìjiùzhùshīxiōnggōngjiāngnǎohòuduǎnlegēnniǎnzhetuándànjiāngshàngjìngzhìtángsēngtóushàngbiànzuòchòuchóngyǎozhùzhǎnglǎo

Now the Deer-Power Immortal, seated on an embroidered stool and watching a good while, saw that the two upon the high terraces were neither winning nor losing; so this Daoist lent his elder brother a hand: from the short hairs at the back of his head he plucked one, rolled it into a pellet, and flicked it up, straight to the top of the Tang Monk's head, where it turned into a great bedbug and bit the elder fast.

The contest turns crooked, and it takes one sentence. Deer-Power is watching from an 繡墩, an embroidered stool; the two on the towers are 不分勝負, with nothing to choose between them ( = fēn, "to divide"); so he cheats. A short hair from the back of his head, rolled into a pellet and flicked up, becomes a bedbug on the master's scalp. Both here are jiāng, the small word that hands the verb its object or its direction — once for taking up the hair, once for flicking it away. 捻著一團 keeps = zhe, holding the rolling open. 咬住長老: = zhǎng.

zhǎnglǎoxiānqiánjuéyǎngránhòujuéténg zhǎnglǎoxiānqiánjuéyǎngránhòujuéténg

The elder first felt an itch, and afterwards felt pain.

Both are jué, "to feel, to sense" — not the jiào that means sleep. Itch first, then pain: the order matters, because it is the itch that makes him move.

yuánláizuòchándedòngshǒudòngshǒusuànshū yuánláizuòchándedòngshǒudòngshǒusuànshū

Now one who sits in meditation may not stir his hands; to stir the hands counts as forfeit.

The narrator stops the story to state the rule, which is how you know it is about to be broken: 坐禪的不許動手動手算輸 — a sitter may not move his hands, and moving them forfeits the match. Everything that follows depends on this one line.

shíjiānténgtòngnánjīnsuōzhetóujiùzhejīnyǎng shíjiānténgtòngnánjīnsuōzhetóujiùzhejīnyǎng

For a moment the aching grew past enduring, and he drew in his head and rubbed the itch against the front of his robe.

一時間: = jiān, "for a spell." 疼痛難禁 is jīn, "to bear, to withstand," not the jìn of forbidding. Both in 縮著頭 and 就著衣襟 are zhe, holding the action open. Forbidden to use his hands, he scrubs the itch on his own collar: a man in real trouble, dressed as farce.

jièdào:「hǎoleshīyángerfēngle。」 jièdào:「hǎoleshīyángerfēngle。」

Eight Rules said: "That's bad — the Master's fallen into a fit of the falling-sickness."

羊兒風, "goat-wind," is a folk name for epilepsy — the sufferer's twitching limbs likened to a goat's. Its reads er, the small unstressed ending buried inside a fixed old compound. 發了 is "has come on," the standard verb for a condition flaring up.

shāsēngdào:「shìshìtóufēngle。」 shāsēngdào:「shìshìtóufēngle。」

Sha the Monk said: "No — it's a head-wind that's come on."

Sha Monk's rival diagnosis. 頭風 is literally a wind in the head — a splitting headache, and in Chinese medicine a real category rather than a figure of speech. 發了 again: "has started up."

xíngzhětīngjiàndào:「shīnǎizhìchéngjūnshuōhuìzuòchánduànránhuìzuò xíngzhětīngjiàndào:「shīnǎizhìchéngjūnshuōhuìzuòchánduànránhuìzuò

The Pilgrim, hearing them, said: "My master is a man of true sincerity, a gentleman; if he says he can sit in meditation, then most certainly he can sit;

Wukong's defence of his master is oddly moving, and entirely wrong-headed. 志誠君子 is a man of true sincerity; and here is a reading worth catching, because this chapter uses nearly forty times as a light unstressed ending and only twice like this — in 君子 it is the full , "master, gentleman," the Confucian word. 斷然會坐: assuredly he can sit.

shuōhuìzhǐshìhuì shuōhuìzhǐshìhuì

if he said he could not, then simply he could not.

說不會只是不會 — if he had said he could not, then he simply could not. The logic is perfect and completely beside the point.

jūnjiāyǒumiù jūnjiāyǒumiù

A gentleman — how could there be any falsehood in him?"

君子家 — again the full = , the gentleman. 豈有謬乎 is "how should there be error in him?" The question expects the answer no; the answer, unfortunately, is that there is a bedbug.

liǎngxiūyánděngshàngkànkàn。」 liǎngxiūyánděngshàngkànkàn。」

You two hold your peace; wait while I go up and take a look."

休言 is "say no more"; 等我上去看看, let me go up and take a look. Doubling (kàn) makes it casual — just a quick look.


總評 Commentary

The contest turns dishonest the moment it stops being winnable. Deer-Power, watching from his embroidered stool and seeing nothing to choose between the two men on the towers, pulls a hair from the back of his head, rolls it into a pellet, flicks it up, and turns it into a bedbug on the Tang Monk's scalp. What gives the scene its grip is the rule the narrator pauses to spell out just beforehand: 坐禪的不許動手動手算輸 — a sitter may not move his hands, and moving them loses the match. So the master's writhing is not merely painful, it is disqualifying.

And his disciples, watching from below, cannot see the bug at all. Bajie diagnoses 羊兒風, goat-wind, the folk name for epilepsy; Sha Monk counters with 頭風, a wind in the head. The two of them squabbling over a medical opinion while their master is being eaten alive is the novel's habitual method — slapstick laid directly over real danger, each making the other sharper. Wukong's answer is in his closing line, 等我上去看看: he will go up and look, and he will meet the trick with a better one rather than with force.