鹿力暗害 Deer-Power's Hidden Sting
卻說那鹿力大仙在繡墩上坐看多時,他兩個在高臺上不分勝負,這道士就助他師兄一功:將腦後短髮拔了一根,捻著一團,彈將上去,徑至唐僧頭上,變作一個大臭蟲,咬住長老。那長老先前覺癢,然後覺疼。原來坐禪的不許動手,動手算輸。一時間疼痛難禁,他縮著頭,就著衣襟擦癢。八戒道:「不好了,師父羊兒風發了。」沙僧道:「不是,是頭風發了。」行者聽見道:「我師父乃志誠君子,他說會坐禪,斷然會坐;說不會,只是不會。君子家,豈有謬乎?你兩個休言,等我上去看看。」却说那鹿力大仙在绣墩上坐看多时,他两个在高台上不分胜负,这道士就助他师兄一功:将脑后短发拔了一根,捻着一团,弹将上去,径至唐僧头上,变作一个大臭虫,咬住长老。那长老先前觉痒,然后觉疼。原来坐禅的不许动手,动手算输。一时间疼痛难禁,他缩着头,就着衣襟擦痒。八戒道:「不好了,师父羊儿风发了。」沙僧道:「不是,是头风发了。」行者听见道:「我师父乃志诚君子,他说会坐禅,断然会坐;说不会,只是不会。君子家,岂有谬乎?你两个休言,等我上去看看。」
逐句解 Line by line
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 (分 = 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 將 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 著 = zhe, holding the rolling open. 咬住長老: 長 = zhǎng.
The elder first felt an itch, and afterwards felt pain.
Both 覺 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.
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.
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: 間 = jiān, "for a spell." 疼痛難禁 — 禁 is jīn, "to bear, to withstand," not the jìn of forbidding. Both 著 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.
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 兒 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.
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."
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 子 nearly forty times as a light unstressed ending and only twice like this — in 君子 it is the full zǐ, "master, gentleman," the Confucian word. 斷然會坐: assuredly he can sit.
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.
A gentleman — how could there be any falsehood in him?"
君子家 — again the full 子 = zǐ, 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.
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 看 (kàn) makes it casual — just a quick look.
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.