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

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虎現原形 The Headless Tiger

quèshuōdàoshìliánjiàosānshēngréntóudàozěnxíngzhědeshǒuduànzhǎngchūláiqiāngzizhōnghóngguāngbèngchūliánkōngyǒuhuànfēngzěnchángshēngguǒzhèngxiāndǎozàichénāizhòngrénguānkànnǎishìzhītóudehuángmáoquèshuōdàoshìliánjiàosānshēngréntóudàozěnxíngzhědeshǒuduànzhǎngchūláiqiāngzizhōnghóngguāngbèngchūliánkōngyǒuhuànfēngzěnchángshēngguǒzhèngxiāndǎozàichénāizhòngrénguānkànnǎishìzhītóudehuángmáo


逐句解 Line by line

quèshuōdàoshìliánjiàosānshēngréntóudàozěnxíngzhědeshǒuduànzhǎngchūláiqiāngzizhōnghóngguāngbèngchū quèshuōdàoshìliánjiàosānshēngréntóudàozěnxíngzhědeshǒuduànzhǎngchūláiqiāngzizhōnghóngguāngbèngchū

Now that Daoist called out three times over, but the head did not come; how could he match the Pilgrim's arts? — it would not grow out, and from the neck-cavity, with a gushing gu-du-du, a red light burst forth.

Three calls, and nothing comes. 怎似行者的手段 — how could he match the Pilgrim's arts? ( = .) Then, instead of blood, 紅光迸出, a burst of red light out of the neck: the life-force of a false immortal draining off in one gush. 骨都都 is the sound of it, a glugging rush, and in a sound-word like this the is , not the dōu that means "all." 長不出來: = zhǎng. = ; = zi; = zhōng.

liánkōngyǒuhuànfēngzěnchángshēngguǒzhèngxiān liánkōngyǒuhuànfēngzěnchángshēngguǒzhèngxiān

Pity — vainly he held the art of summoning rain and calling wind; how should it match the true immortal's fruit of long life?

The narrator drops into a matched pair of lines to name the moral, and one character carries it: 長生 is cháng, long life, everlasting — not the zhǎng of growing that has run through every line of this ordeal. He could not grow a head because he never had the eternity that would have let him. 空有喚雨呼風法 — the rain-and-wind sorcery was real, and empty.

dǎozàichénāi dǎozàichénāi

In a moment, he fell down in the dust.

倒在塵埃: is dǎo again here, to fall — the toppling sound, not the dào of "on the contrary" from two passages back. He goes down in the dust.

zhòngrénguānkànnǎishìzhītóudehuángmáo zhòngrénguānkànnǎishìzhītóudehuángmáo

The crowd looked, and it was a single headless, yellow-furred tiger.

眾人觀看: = guān, to look — not the guàn that names a Daoist abbey, which is the reading this chapter's setting might tempt you toward. And what the crowd sees is 一隻無頭的黃毛虎, a headless yellow-furred tiger: the beast that has been wearing the robe for twenty years.


總評 Commentary

Three calls and the head does not come. Instead of blood there is 紅光迸出, a burst of red light out of the neck with a glugging rush the storyteller writes as 骨都都 — the drained life-force of a false immortal going all at once. He falls, and what the crowd gathers round is 一隻無頭的黃毛虎, a headless yellow-furred tiger. The animal-reveal is one of this novel's standing devices, and here it carries the full weight of the chapter's argument.

The matched pair of lines run into the narrative states that argument outright — 空有喚雨呼風法怎比長生果正仙 — and the case rests on one character read two ways. Through every line of this ordeal has been zhǎng, to grow: grow a head, grow the belly shut, grow whole. Here it is cháng, in 長生, long life. The beast could not grow a head because he never possessed the eternity that would have let him. His rain-and-wind sorcery was genuine, and it was empty.