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

偷酒大醉
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偷酒大醉 Sleep-insects and a drunken feast

zhèshèngdiǎnkànjǐnwénzhènjiǔxiāngzhuǎntóujiànyòuxiāngchánglángzhīxiàyǒuzàojiǔdexiānguānpánzāodeshìlǐngyùnshuǐdedàorénshāohuǒdetóngzizàigāngshuāwèngzàochéngleqióng漿jiāngxiāngláojiāniàngshèngzhǐzhùkǒujiǎoliúxiánjiùyàochīnàixiēréndōuzàizhèjiùnòngshéntōngháomáoxiàgēndiūkǒuzhōngjuésuìpēnjiāngchūniànshēngzhòujiào:「biàn!」biànzuòshuìchóngbēnzàizhòngrénliǎnshàngkànhuǒrénshǒuruǎntóuméiyǎndiūlezhíshìdōudǔnshuìshèngquèlexiēbǎiwèizhēnjiāxiáopǐnzǒuchánglángmiànjiùzhegāngāizhewèngfàngkāiliàngtòngyǐnfānchīgōuleduōshímáotáozuìlechuǎidào:「hǎohǎozàiguòhuìqǐngdeláiquèguàishízhùzěnshēngshìhǎozǎohuízhōngshuì。」zhèshèngdiǎnkànjǐnwénzhènjiǔxiāngzhuǎntóujiànyòuxiāngchánglángzhīxiàyǒuzàojiǔdexiānguānpánzāodeshìlǐngyùnshuǐdedàorénshāohuǒdetóngzizàigāngshuāwèngzàochéngleqióngjiāngxiāngláojiāniàngshèngzhǐzhùkǒujiǎoliúxiánjiùyàochīnàixiēréndōuzàizhèjiùnòngshéntōngháomáoxiàgēndiūkǒuzhōngjuésuìpēnjiāngchūniànshēngzhòujiào:「biàn!」biànzuòshuìchóngbēnzàizhòngrénliǎnshàngkànhuǒrénshǒuruǎntóuméiyǎndiūlezhíshìdōudǔnshuìshèngquèlexiēbǎiwèizhēnjiāxiáopǐnzǒuchánglángmiànjiùzhegāngāizhewèngfàngkāiliàngtòngyǐnfānchīgōuleduōshímáotáozuìlechuǎidào:「hǎohǎozàiguòhuìqǐngdeláiquèguàishízhùzěnshēngshìhǎozǎohuízhōngshuì。」


逐句解 Line by line

zhèshèngdiǎnkànjǐnwénzhènjiǔxiāng zhèshèngdiǎnkànjǐnwénzhènjiǔxiāng

The Great Sage, gazing about endlessly, suddenly caught a gust of wine-fragrance at his nose.

zhuǎntóujiànyòuxiāngchánglángzhīxiàyǒuzàojiǔdexiānguānpánzāodeshìlǐngyùnshuǐdedàorénshāohuǒdetóngzizàigāngshuāwèngzàochéngleqióng漿jiāngxiāngláojiāniàng zhuǎntóujiànyòuxiāngchánglángzhīxiàyǒuzàojiǔdexiānguānpánzāodeshìlǐngyùnshuǐdedàorénshāohuǒdetóngzizàigāngshuāwèngzàochéngleqióngjiāngxiāngláojiāniàng

He turned his head and saw, beneath the long gallery on the right wall, several wine-brewing immortal officers and lees-working strongmen, leading a few water-carrying Daoists and fire-tending boys, washing vats and scrubbing jars; and they had already made jade-fluid and jasper-broth, fragrant ale and fine vintage.

shèngzhǐzhùkǒujiǎoliúxiánjiùyàochīnàixiēréndōuzàizhè shèngzhǐzhùkǒujiǎoliúxiánjiùyàochīnàixiēréndōuzàizhè

The Great Sage could not stop the drool at the corners of his mouth and longed to go and drink — but those people were all right there.

jiùnòngshéntōngháomáoxiàgēndiūkǒuzhōngjuésuìpēnjiāngchūniànshēngzhòujiào:「biàn!」 jiùnòngshéntōngháomáoxiàgēndiūkǒuzhōngjuésuìpēnjiāngchūniànshēngzhòujiào:「biàn!」

So he worked a magic: he plucked out a few hairs, threw them into his mouth, chewed them to bits, spat them out, recited a spell, and called: 'Change!'

biànzuòshuìchóngbēnzàizhòngrénliǎnshàng biànzuòshuìchóngbēnzàizhòngrénliǎnshàng

They turned at once into several sleep-insects, which flew onto the faces of the company.

kànhuǒrénshǒuruǎntóuméiyǎndiūlezhíshìdōudǔnshuì kànhuǒrénshǒuruǎntóuméiyǎndiūlezhíshìdōudǔnshuì

Look at that crowd — hands slack, heads drooping, brows shut and eyes closed, they dropped their tasks and all went off to doze.

shèngquèlexiēbǎiwèizhēnjiāxiáopǐnzǒuchánglángmiànjiùzhegāngāizhewèngfàngkāiliàngtòngyǐnfān shèngquèlexiēbǎiwèizhēnjiāxiáopǐnzǒuchánglángmiànjiùzhegāngāizhewèngfàngkāiliàngtòngyǐnfān

Then the Great Sage took some of the hundred-flavoured delicacies and fine dishes, walked into the long gallery, and right at the vats, up against the jars, let loose his capacity and drank deep.

就著 / 挨著 read with zhe: right up against the vats and jars. = wèng, a wine-jar.

chīgōuleduōshímáotáozuìle chīgōuleduōshímáotáozuìle

Having drunk his fill a good while, he was dead drunk.

chuǎidào:「hǎohǎozàiguòhuìqǐngdeláiquèguàishízhùzěnshēngshìhǎozǎohuízhōngshuì。」 chuǎidào:「hǎohǎozàiguòhuìqǐngdeláiquèguàishízhùzěnshēngshìhǎozǎohuízhōngshuì。」

He took stock of himself and said: 'No good, no good! In a little while the invited guests will come — won't they blame me? If I'm seized on the spot, how will that be? Better get back to my residence early and sleep it off.'


總評 Commentary

Having taken the feast by fraud, the 心猿 now takes the wine by sorcery — the 瞌睡蟲, the sleep-insects, that drop the whole brewing-staff into a doze. The very power that froze the fairies (定身法) returns here as a soporific: again the mind’s gift is to suspend other consciousnesses so that it may act unwatched. Drink, in the reading, is the loosening of the self-command that cultivation exists to build; the mind that should be refining itself instead "lets loose its capacity" (放開量) at the vats.

The drunken soliloquy is the chapter’s comic hinge. Even sodden, the 心猿 reckons consequences — 再過會,請的客來,卻不怪我? — yet draws exactly the wrong lesson: not "I should not have done this," but "I should get away before I am caught." Conscience has collapsed into mere prudence about discovery. It is in this state, blundering and self-excusing, that he will stumble into the elixir-chamber — the deepest theft of all, reached not by design but by a drunkard’s wrong turn.