Canonical Classics ← 第五回
第五回
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Wreaking Havoc at the Peach Festival, the Great Sage Steals the Elixir · In Revolt against the Heavenly Palace, the Host of Gods Seize the Fiend

混戰天兵
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混戰天兵 The great mêlée (battle rhapsody)

tiānwáng調diàotiānwángèrshí宿xiùchūshīláidòushènggōngrán調diàochūjiǎoguǐwángshíèrdòngyāowángjiànjiàngjiùdòngménwàilièchéngzhènshìkànzhèchánghùnzhànhǎojīngrénhánfēngguàiyīnyīnxiāngjīngfēicǎizhèxiāngshēnghuīgǔngǔnkuīmíngcéngcéngjiǎliànggǔngǔnkuīmíngyìngtàiyángzhuàngtiāndeyínqìngcéngcéngjiǎliàngyándebīngshāngǎndāofēiyúnchèdiànchǔbáiqiāng穿chuānyúnfāngtiānyǎnbiānlínbǎilièqīngtóngjiànmíngchǎnshùpáizhènwāngōngyìngdiāolíngjiànduǎngùnshémáoxiélehúnshèngtiáobàngfānláizhàntiānshénshākōngzhōngniǎoguòshānnèilángbēnyángshāzǒushíqiánkūnhēifēichénzhòuhūnzhǐtīngbīngbīngjīngtiānshàshàwēiwēizhènguǐshéntiānwángdiàotiānwángèrshí宿xiùchūshīláidòushènggōngrándiàochūjiǎoguǐwángshíèrdòngyāowángjiànjiàngjiùdòngménwàilièchéngzhènshìkànzhèchánghùnzhànhǎojīngrénhánfēngguàiyīnyīnxiāngjīngfēicǎizhèxiāngshēnghuīgǔngǔnkuīmíngcéngcéngjiǎliànggǔngǔnkuīmíngyìngtàiyángzhuàngtiāndeyínqìngcéngcéngjiǎliàngyándebīngshāngǎndāofēiyúnchèdiànchǔbáiqiāng穿chuānyúnfāngtiānyǎnbiānlínbǎilièqīngtóngjiànmíngchǎnshùpáizhènwāngōngyìngdiāolíngjiànduǎngùnshémáoxiélehúnshèngtiáobàngfānláizhàntiānshénshākōngzhōngniǎoguòshānnèilángbēnyángshāzǒushíqiánkūnhēifēichénzhòuhūnzhǐtīngbīngbīngjīngtiānshàshàwēiwēizhènguǐshén


逐句解 Line by line

tiānwáng調diàotiānwángèrshí宿xiùchūshīláidòu tiānwángdiàotiānwángèrshí宿xiùchūshīláidòu

The Heavenly King Li then deployed the Four Great Heavenly Kings with the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and they marched out as one to do battle.

shènggōngrán調diàochūjiǎoguǐwángshíèrdòngyāowángjiànjiàngjiùdòngménwàilièchéngzhènshì shènggōngrándiàochūjiǎoguǐwángshíèrdòngyāowángjiànjiàngjiùdòngménwàilièchéngzhènshì

The Great Sage, for his part, feared them not at all: he called out the One-Horned Demon King, the kings of the seventy-two caves, and the four Stalwart Generals, and drew them up in battle array outside the cave-mouth.

kànzhèchánghùnzhànhǎojīngrén kànzhèchánghùnzhànhǎojīngrén

Look at this great mêlée — a fearsome sight indeed:

hánfēng hánfēng

Cold wind soughing,

guàiyīnyīn guàiyīnyīn

weird fog brooding.

xiāngjīngfēicǎi xiāngjīngfēicǎi

On that side, banners flying their colours;

zhèxiāngshēnghuī zhèxiāngshēnghuī

on this side, dagger-axes and halberds agleam.

gǔngǔnkuīmíng gǔngǔnkuīmíng

Rank on rank of bright helmets,

céngcéngjiǎliàng céngcéngjiǎliàng

layer on layer of shining mail.

gǔngǔnkuīmíngyìngtàiyáng gǔngǔnkuīmíngyìngtàiyáng

The bright helmets, rank on rank, mirror the sun,

zhuàngtiāndeyínqìng zhuàngtiāndeyínqìng

like silver chimes ringing against the sky;

céngcéngjiǎliàngyán céngcéngjiǎliàngyán

the shining mail, layer on layer, builds up like a cliff-face,

debīngshān debīngshān

like an ice-mountain bearing down on the earth.

gǎndāo gǎndāo

Long-shafted sabres,

fēiyúnchèdiàn fēiyúnchèdiàn

flying cloud and flashing lightning;

chǔbáiqiāng chǔbáiqiāng

white mulberry spears,

穿chuānyún 穿chuānyún

crossing mist and piercing cloud.

fāngtiān fāngtiān

Square-sky halberds,

yǎnbiān yǎnbiān

tiger-eye maces,

línbǎiliè línbǎiliè

arrayed thick as a hemp-grove;

qīngtóngjiàn qīngtóngjiàn

bronze swords,

míngchǎn míngchǎn

four-bright spades,

shùpáizhèn shùpáizhèn

ranked dense as a forest.

wāngōngyìngdiāolíngjiàn wāngōngyìngdiāolíngjiàn

Curved bows, stiff crossbows, eagle-feathered shafts,

duǎngùnshémáoxiélehún duǎngùnshémáoxiélehún

short cudgels and serpent-lances that snatch the soul away.

shèngtiáobàng shèngtiáobàng

The Great Sage, with his one As-You-Will cudgel,

fānláizhàntiānshén fānláizhàntiānshén

turning and wheeling, battles the gods of heaven.

shākōngzhōngniǎoguò shākōngzhōngniǎoguò

He fights till no bird crosses the empty air,

shānnèilángbēn shānnèilángbēn

and the tigers and wolves flee within the hills;

yángshāzǒushíqiánkūnhēi yángshāzǒushíqiánkūnhēi

flung sand and rolling stones — heaven and earth go black,

乾坤 here is qián kūn, "heaven and earth" — keeps its qián reading and is retained, not converted, in the simplified text.

fēichénzhòuhūn fēichénzhòuhūn

scattered earth and flying dust — the universe grows dim.

zhǐtīngbīngbīngjīngtiān zhǐtīngbīngbīngjīngtiān

One hears only clang upon clatter, startling heaven and earth,

shàshàwēiwēizhènguǐshén shàshàwēiwēizhènguǐshén

fierce and terrible, shaking the very gods and ghosts.


總評 Commentary

The battle is the chapter’s set-piece of pure chaos, and its craft is catalogue: helmets like silver chimes and mail like an ice-cliff, then a long inventory of weapons — sabres, spears, halberds, maces, swords, spades, bows, lances — massed "thick as a hemp-grove" and "dense as a forest." Against this whole armoury the 心猿 sets a single implement: 大聖一條如意棒 ("the Great Sage, with his one As-You-Will cudgel"). The entire apparatus of celestial war against one staff is the visual form of the chapter’s recurring disproportion.

The closing couplets dissolve the scene into cosmic disorder — 揚砂走石乾坤黑,播土飛塵宇宙昏 ("flung sand and rolling stones, heaven and earth go black; scattered earth and flying dust, the universe grows dim"). The very words 乾坤 and 宇宙 are darkened by the fray. In the inner-alchemical reading this darkening is the condition of the unstilled mind at full pitch: the 心猿’s energies, unrefined and at war, blot out the clear order they were meant to harmonize. The staff’s name says it exactly — 如意, "according to the mind’s wish": a will that bends the world to its own motion, here filling the whole sky with dust.