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The Holy Monk Is Barred at Night by the Water That Reaches the Sky · Metal and Wood, Extending Mercy, Rescue the Little Children

變化不成
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

變化不成 The Transformation That Would Not Take

zhèdāiziniàndòngzhòutóuyáoleyáojiào:「biàn!」zhēnbiànguòtóuláijiùxiàngháiérmiànzhǐshìzipànglángkàngxiàngxíngzhěxiàodào:「zàibiànbiàn。」jièdào:「pínglebabiànguòláinài?」xíngzhědào:「chéngshìtóudetóushàngdeshēnzinòngdezhèděngnánquèzěnshēngshìhǎogānglái。」jiùchuīkǒuxiānguǒránshíshēnzibiànguòháiérbān便biànjiào:「èrwèilǎozhědàibǎojuànlìnglánglìngàijìnyàocuòlehuìjiāxiōngduǒlǎntǎoguāizǒujìnzhuǎnnánshírènjiānghǎoguǒzichījiàojiàokǒngwángshízhījuézǒulefēngxùnděngliǎngrénshuǎzi。」zhèdāiziniàndòngzhòutóuyáoleyáojiào:「biàn!」zhēnbiànguòtóuláijiùxiàngháiérmiànzhǐshìzipànglángkàngxiàngxíngzhěxiàodào:「zàibiànbiàn。」jièdào:「pínglebabiànguòláinài?」xíngzhědào:「chéngshìtóudetóushàngdeshēnzinòngdezhèděngnánquèzěnshēngshìhǎogānglái。」jiùchuīkǒuxiānguǒránshíshēnzibiànguòháiérbān便biànjiào:「èrwèilǎozhědàibǎojuànlìnglánglìngàijìnyàocuòlehuìjiāxiōngduǒlǎntǎoguāizǒujìnzhuǎnnánshírènjiānghǎoguǒzichījiàojiàokǒngwángshízhījuézǒulefēngxùnděngliǎngrénshuǎzi。」


逐句解 Line by line

zhèdāiziniàndòngzhòutóuyáoleyáojiào:「biàn!」 zhèdāiziniàndòngzhòutóuyáoleyáojiào:「biàn!」

The blockhead recited his spell, gave his head a shake or two, and cried: "Change!"

念動咒語 is setting the spell going; 搖了幾搖, a shake or two of the head. Then — change! — and the method is exactly Wukong's, which makes what happens next funnier.

zhēnbiànguòtóuláijiùxiàngháiérmiànzhǐshìzipànglángkàngxiàng zhēnbiànguòtóuláijiùxiàngháiérmiànzhǐshìzipànglángkàngxiàng

Sure enough his head came over changed, and looked for all the world like the little girl's face — only his belly stayed fat and gross, ungainly and all wrong.

真個 is "sure enough," the narrator sounding briefly hopeful. The head comes over; the belly does not. 郎伉 (láng kàng) is lumbering, ungainly, badly put together. A little girl's face on a fat pig's body, and the text does not spare him: 不像, not the likeness at all. 女孩兒 takes as ér.

xíngzhěxiàodào:「zàibiànbiàn。」 xíngzhěxiàodào:「zàibiànbiàn。」

Pilgrim laughed: "Change again."

再變變: go again. Wukong is laughing.

jièdào:「pínglebabiànguòláinài?」 jièdào:「pínglebabiànguòláinài?」

Eight Rules said: "Beat me if you like, then — it will not come over. What is to be done?"

憑你打了罷 — hit me if you like, then — takes as ba. 變不過來, it will not come over; 奈何, what is anyone to do? He has stopped resisting and started sulking.

xíngzhědào:「chéngshìtóudetóushàngdeshēnzi xíngzhědào:「chéngshìtóudetóushàngdeshēnzi

Pilgrim said: "You surely don't mean a maidservant's head on a monk's body?

莫成 is "surely you don't mean" — an incredulous opener. 丫頭 is a girl servant, the word coming from the two-tuft hairstyle such girls wore, so it is literally "little forks." A maidservant's head on a monk's body: Wukong describes the result with the precision of a man enjoying himself.

nòngdezhèděngnánquèzěnshēngshìhǎo nòngdezhèděngnánquèzěnshēngshìhǎo

To have made yourself neither man nor woman like this — how will that serve?

不男不女 — neither man nor woman — is still current Chinese for anything that has come out neither one thing nor the other. Here it is being used about a half-finished pig. 弄的這等 has standing in for , the link to how a thing turned out.

gānglái。」 gānglái。」

Set out the Dipper-stance and hold it."

佈起罡來: take up the stance. (gāng) is the handle-stars of the Big Dipper, and treading the means pacing out the Dipper's pattern on the ground — a Daoist ritual step that puts the adept in the right alignment to work. Wukong is telling Bajie to stand still and hold the posture while somebody else does the magic, which is more or less the story of their partnership.

jiùchuīkǒuxiānguǒránshíshēnzibiànguòháiérbān jiùchuīkǒuxiānguǒránshíshēnzibiànguòháiérbān

Then he blew a breath of immortal air upon him, and at once, sure enough, the body came over changed, exactly like that child's.

仙氣 is the breath of an immortal, and one puff of it finishes what Bajie could not. The transfer of power is done in half a sentence and never remarked on. 那孩兒 takes as and as ér.

便biànjiào:「èrwèilǎozhědàibǎojuànlìnglánglìngàijìnyàocuòle 便biànjiào:「èrwèilǎozhědàibǎojuànlìnglánglìngàijìnyàocuòle

Then he directed them: "You two elders, take your households in with your son and your daughter, and do not get them mixed up.

寶眷 is "your honoured family," the polite word for another man's womenfolk and household. 令郎令愛: your son, your daughter. 不要錯了 — don't get them mixed up — is a practical instruction and a very strange one to have to give. is jiào.

huìjiāxiōngduǒlǎntǎoguāizǒujìnzhuǎnnánshírèn huìjiāxiōngduǒlǎntǎoguāizǒujìnzhuǎnnánshírèn

In a little while, should my brother and I shirk and play sly and come walking in, it will be the harder to tell us apart.

一會家 is "presently, in a little while," here just rounding the phrase off. 躲懶討乖 — dodge the work and play clever — is Wukong being disarming about his own side. 轉難識認 takes as zhuǎn, "all the more": once four identical children are wandering about, nobody will be able to sort them out.

jiānghǎoguǒzichījiàojiàokǒngwángshízhījuézǒulefēngxùn jiānghǎoguǒzichījiàojiàokǒngwángshízhījuézǒulefēngxùn

Give them good fruit to eat, and do not let them cry out, lest the Great King get wind of it in the moment and the secret leak.

The instruction that gives the game away as a game: keep them fed with good fruit and keep them quiet. 走了風汛 is letting the wind out — the vernacular for a secret escaping, and the god in question travels as a scented wind, which makes the phrase sharper than it looks. is jiāng; is jiào.

děngliǎngrénshuǎzi。」 děngliǎngrénshuǎzi。」

Wait while we two go and have our sport."

耍子 is playing, larking about. It is what Wukong calls going out to meet something that eats children, and he calls every demon-fight in the book by the same word.


總評 Commentary

Bajie's transformation fails in precisely the way the last passage set up. The head comes over — a passable little girl's face — and the belly stays exactly as it was, so the result is 郎伉不像, lumbering and all wrong: a maidservant's head on a monk's body, as Wukong puts it, 不男不女, neither man nor woman. The joke is exact about where his art runs out. His repertoire is mountains, buffaloes and fat men, and delicacy is not in it.

What finishes the job is not his power but his brother's breath. Told to take up the stance — the Daoist tread of the Dipper — he holds still while Wukong blows one puff of immortal air over him, and the body comes over at once. The transfer happens in half a sentence and nobody comments on it, which is the pair in miniature. Wukong's closing instructions are equally in character: take the real children inside, don't get them mixed up, keep them fed with good fruit and keep them quiet, or the secret gets out. And then 等我兩人耍子去也 — wait while we two go and have our sport. He calls every demon-fight in this book a game, and he is about to be carried to one on a tray.