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

三千六百株
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三千六百株 Three thousand six hundred trees

shèngkànwánduōshíwèndào:「shùyǒuduōshǎozhūshù?」dào:「yǒusānqiānliùbǎizhūqiánmiànqiānèrbǎizhūhuāwēiguǒxiǎosānqiānniánshúrénchīlechéngxiānliǎodàojiànshēnqīngzhōngjiānqiānèrbǎizhūcénghuāgānshíliùqiānniánshúrénchīlexiáfēishēngchángshēnglǎohòumiànqiānèrbǎizhūwénxiāngjiǔqiānniánshúrénchīletiānshòuyuètónggēng。」shèngwényánhuānrèndāngchámínglezhūshùdiǎnkànletínghuíhòusānshǎngwánjiāoyǒuyóushèngkànwánduōshíwèndào:「shùyǒuduōshǎozhūshù?」dào:「yǒusānqiānliùbǎizhūqiánmiànqiānèrbǎizhūhuāwēiguǒxiǎosānqiānniánshúrénchīlechéngxiānliǎodàojiànshēnqīngzhōngjiānqiānèrbǎizhūcénghuāgānshíliùqiānniánshúrénchīlexiáfēishēngchángshēnglǎohòumiànqiānèrbǎizhūwénxiāngjiǔqiānniánshúrénchīletiān寿shòuyuètónggēng。」shèngwényánhuānrèndāngchámínglezhūshùdiǎnkànletínghuíhòusānshǎngwánjiāoyǒuyóu


逐句解 Line by line

shèngkànwánduōshíwèndào:「shùyǒuduōshǎozhūshù?」 shèngkànwánduōshíwèndào:「shùyǒuduōshǎozhūshù?」

The Great Sage, having viewed it a good while, asked the earth-god: 'How many trees has this orchard?'

dào:「yǒusānqiānliùbǎizhūqiánmiànqiānèrbǎizhūhuāwēiguǒxiǎosānqiānniánshúrénchīlechéngxiānliǎodàojiànshēnqīngzhōngjiānqiānèrbǎizhūcénghuāgānshíliùqiānniánshúrénchīlexiáfēishēngchángshēnglǎohòumiànqiānèrbǎizhūwénxiāngjiǔqiānniánshúrénchīletiānshòuyuètónggēng。」 dào:「yǒusānqiānliùbǎizhūqiánmiànqiānèrbǎizhūhuāwēiguǒxiǎosānqiānniánshúrénchīlechéngxiānliǎodàojiànshēnqīngzhōngjiānqiānèrbǎizhūcénghuāgānshíliùqiānniánshúrénchīlexiáfēishēngchángshēnglǎohòumiànqiānèrbǎizhūwénxiāngjiǔqiānniánshúrénchīletiān寿shòuyuètónggēng。」

The earth-god said: 'Three thousand six hundred trees in all. The twelve hundred in front bear small blossoms and small fruit, ripening once in three thousand years; eat of them and a man becomes an immortal and completes the Way, his body hale and light. The twelve hundred in the middle bear layered blossoms and sweet fruit, ripening once in six thousand years; eat of them and a man rises on the rosy clouds and ascends, long-living and unaging. The twelve hundred behind bear purple-veined fruit with pale-yellow pits, ripening once in nine thousand years; eat of them and a man’s years equal heaven and earth’s, his age the same as the sun and moon’s.'

了道 reads liǎo dào, "to complete the Way"; = pale yellow. The three grades ripen at 3,000 / 6,000 / 9,000 years.

shèngwényánhuānrèn shèngwényánhuānrèn

The Great Sage, hearing this, was overjoyed beyond measure.

dāngchámínglezhūshùdiǎnkànletínghuí dāngchámínglezhūshùdiǎnkànletínghuí

That very day he checked the count of the trees, looked over the pavilions, and returned to his residence.

hòusānshǎngwánjiāoyǒuyóu hòusānshǎngwánjiāoyǒuyóu

From then on he came to enjoy the garden once every few days, no longer visiting friends nor roaming abroad.


總評 Commentary

The earth-god’s inventory is an alchemical ladder dressed as horticulture. The three grades of peach ripen at three, six, and nine thousand years, and what each confers rises by degree: 成仙了道 (to become immortal and complete the Way), then 霞舉飛昇 (to ascend bodily on the rosy clouds), and at last 與天地齊壽,日月同庚 (to be coeval with heaven and earth, the sun and moon). The longer the ripening, the higher the attainment — deathlessness is indexed to patience.

The detail the chapter quietly plants is appetite. Told that the rarest fruit takes nine thousand years and grants the highest immortality, the 心猿 is "overjoyed beyond measure" (歡喜無任) and withdraws into solitary, repeated relish of the garden — 三五日一次賞玩. The mind that should be cultivating itself instead circles the elixir it has been set to guard, and the spiral toward the theft of the title-couplet has already begun.