砍頭復生 The Head Grows Again
那大聖徑至殺場裡面,被劊子手撾住了,綑做一團,按在那土墩高處,只聽喊一聲:「開刀!」颼的把個頭砍將下來。又被劊子手一腳踢了去,好似滾西瓜一般,滾有三四十步遠近。行者腔子中更不出血。只聽得肚裡叫聲:「頭來!」慌得鹿力大仙見有這般手段,即念咒語,教本坊土地、神祗:「將人頭扯住,待我贏了和尚,奏了國王,與你把小祠堂蓋作大廟宇,泥塑像改作正金身。」原來那些土地、神祗因他有五雷法,也服他使喚,暗中真個把行者頭按住了。行者又叫聲:「頭來!」那頭一似生根,莫想得動。行者心焦,捻著拳,掙了一掙,將綑的繩子就皆掙斷,喝聲:「長!」颼的腔子內長出一個頭來。諕得那劊子手個個心驚,羽林軍人人膽戰。那監斬官急走入朝奏道:「萬歲,那小和尚砍了頭,又長出一顆來了。」八戒冷笑道:「沙僧,那知哥哥還有這般手段。」沙僧道:「他有七十二般變化,就有七十二個頭哩。」那大圣径至杀场里面,被刽子手挝住了,捆做一团,按在那土墩高处,只听喊一声:「开刀!」飕的把个头砍将下来。又被刽子手一脚踢了去,好似滚西瓜一般,滚有三四十步远近。行者腔子中更不出血。只听得肚里叫声:「头来!」慌得鹿力大仙见有这般手段,即念咒语,教本坊土地、神祗:「将人头扯住,待我赢了和尚,奏了国王,与你把小祠堂盖作大庙宇,泥塑像改作正金身。」原来那些土地、神祗因他有五雷法,也服他使唤,暗中真个把行者头按住了。行者又叫声:「头来!」那头一似生根,莫想得动。行者心焦,捻着拳,挣了一挣,将捆的绳子就皆挣断,喝声:「长!」飕的腔子内长出一个头来。諕得那刽子手个个心惊,羽林军人人胆战。那监斩官急走入朝奏道:「万岁,那小和尚砍了头,又长出一颗来了。」八戒冷笑道:「沙僧,那知哥哥还有这般手段。」沙僧道:「他有七十二般变化,就有七十二个头哩。」
逐句解 Line by line
That Great Sage went straight into the killing-ground, was seized by the executioner, bound into a bundle, and pressed down on a high earthen mound; and no sooner had the shout gone up — "Strike!" —
The staging is brisk and unpleasant: seized, 綑做一團, trussed into a bundle, and pressed down on a raised earthen mound so the crowd can see. Then one shout — 開刀, strike. 殺場: 場 = chǎng. 劊子手 is the executioner, with the light 子 = zi. Both 那 point: nà. 高處: 處 = chù.
than with a whoosh the head was lopped off.
颼的 is the sound of something moving fast through air — a whoosh. 砍將下來: 將 = jiāng, pointing the stroke down.
The executioner gave it a kick besides, and it rolled off like a tumbling watermelon, some thirty or forty paces away.
And then the detail that makes the scene famous: the executioner kicks the head, and it rolls 好似滾西瓜一般, just like a tumbling watermelon, thirty or forty paces off. Choosing a melon rather than anything solemn is exactly the move this novel makes when a scene threatens to turn heroic. 似 = sì; 子 = zi.
From the Pilgrim's neck-cavity not a drop of blood came out.
腔子中更不出血 — from the neck-cavity, not so much as blood. 更 = gèng, "not even"; 子 = zi; 中 = zhōng. The 血 here is xiě, the everyday spoken sound for blood you can see, as against the xuè of medical and literary usage.
Only a cry was heard from within his belly: "Head, come back!"
只聽得肚裡叫聲 — a cry from inside the belly, since the mouth has rolled away. 得 = dé, "one heard." 頭來: head, come back.
In a fluster the Deer-Power Immortal, seeing him have such a device, at once recited a spell and charged the local Earth-god and spirits: "Hold that head fast — wait till I've beaten this monk and reported to the king, and I'll have your little shrine rebuilt into a great temple, your clay image remade in true gold."
Deer-Power cheats again, and this time he bribes the civil service. 本坊土地 is the Earth-god of this particular ward — the lowest rank of the divine bureaucracy, one per neighbourhood, with a shrine the size of a kennel. The offer is a promotion: 小祠堂 rebuilt as a 大廟宇, and the clay image recast as a 正金身, a true golden body. Gods in this novel take bribes the way clerks do. 慌得: 得 = de; 教 = jiào; 將 = jiāng.
Now those Earth-god and spirits, because he commanded the Five-Thunder rite, were subject to his summons too, and in secret truly held down the Pilgrim's head.
And it works, because rank tells. 五雷法, the Five-Thunder rite, is a real Daoist ritual system of the Song and after, by which a priest commands the thunder gods and, below them, the local spirits. The Earth-god is outranked, so he obeys. 那些土地: 那 = nà; 暗中: 中 = zhōng.
The Pilgrim called out again: "Head, come back!"
又叫聲 — he calls again. Nothing.
But the head, as though it had struck root, was not to be budged.
那頭一似生根 — the head might as well have taken root. 似 = sì; 莫想得動: 得 = de, not to be budged. This is the one moment in the chapter where he is genuinely in trouble.
The Pilgrim, growing anxious, clenched his fist, gave a wrench and another, snapped clean through the binding ropes, and shouted: "Grow!"
心焦 is scorched-heart, the word for anxiety that will not sit still — and it is worth noting that the Great Sage does get anxious. Then the ropes go: 掙了一掙, one wrench and another. 喝聲: 喝 = hè, shouted. 長 = zhǎng: grow. 捻著拳: 著 = zhe; 將 = jiāng; 子 = zi.
With a whoosh a head grew out of his neck-cavity.
颼的 again, the same whoosh that took the head off, now running in reverse. 長出一個頭來: 長 = zhǎng. If the old head will not come, grow a new one.
So frightened were they that every executioner's heart quailed and every man of the Plumed-Forest Guard trembled in his gall.
諕得: 諕 = xià. 心驚 and 膽戰 — hearts jumping, gall trembling — are the standard pair for terror, the gall bladder being where courage was thought to live. 那劊子手: 那 = nà, 子 = zi.
The supervising officer hurried into court and reported: "Your Majesty, that little monk has had his head cut off and grown another."
The report is delivered deadpan, which is the funniest way to deliver it. 又長出一顆來了: 長 = zhǎng; 顆 counts round things, so the head is counted like fruit. 朝 = cháo; both 那 = nà.
Eight Rules laughed coldly and said: "Sha Monk — who'd have known Brother had this trick besides!"
那知: 那 asks — nǎ — "who'd have known?" 還有這般手段: 還 = hái, this trick as well.
Sha the Monk said: "He has seventy-two transformations — so he has seventy-two heads."
And Sha Monk's arithmetic, delivered with a straight face: 七十二般變化, seventy-two transformations, therefore 七十二個頭, seventy-two heads. The seventy-two are the standard tally of Wukong's shape-changing powers, learned in the novel's second chapter; treating them as a stock of spare parts is Sha Monk's driest joke in the whole book. 哩 = li.
The first ordeal delivers on the boast, and the storyteller keeps it physical. The head comes off with a whoosh, the executioner kicks it, and it rolls 好似滾西瓜一般 — just like a tumbling watermelon — thirty or forty paces away. No blood comes out of the neck. A voice from inside the belly calls the head back. Then Deer-Power cheats, and here the satire sharpens: he binds the ward's Earth-god by the 五雷法, the Five-Thunder rite, and sweetens it with a bribe — your little shrine rebuilt as a great temple, your clay image recast in gold.
So even the humblest local god in Cart-Slow is on the Daoists' payroll, coerced by rank and tempted by gilt, and for a moment Wukong is genuinely stuck: 心焦, scorched-hearted, wrenching at the ropes with his head rooted to the ground. The way out is pure Great Sage — if the old head will not come, grow a new one. And Bajie and Sha Monk immediately fold the marvel back into the household joke: a master of seventy-two transformations must have seventy-two heads to spare. Terror on the field, converted to banter between friends within a line and a half.