此扇不真 This Fan Is Not The True One
行者道：「吃齋小可，這火光幾時滅得，讓我師父過去？」土地道：「要滅火光，須求羅剎女借芭蕉扇。」行者去路旁拾起扇子道：「這不是？那火光越搧越著，何也？」土地看了，笑道：「此扇不是真的，被他哄了。」行者道：「如何方得真的？」行者道：「吃斋小可，这火光几时灭得，让我师父过去？」土地道：「要灭火光，须求罗刹女借芭蕉扇。」行者去路旁拾起扇子道：「这不是？那火光越扇越着，何也？」土地看了，笑道：「此扇不是真的，被他哄了。」行者道：「如何方得真的？」
逐句解 Line by line
Pilgrim said, 'Eating is a small matter. When can this fire be put out, so that my master may pass?'
小可, a trifling thing. 滅得 turns on whether it is possible, so 得 is the light toneless de. He brushes the offering aside in four characters and asks the only question he has asked anybody in this chapter.
The Local Spirit said, 'To put out the fire you must beg the banana-leaf fan of the Rākṣasī.'
須求, must petition. The spirit gives him the same answer the cake-seller gave in the road, almost word for word, which is either unhelpful or a setup for what comes next.
Pilgrim went to the roadside, picked up the fan and said, 'Is this not it?'
拾起, picked up — he threw it down two passages ago, in disgust.
'The more that fire is fanned the more it burns. How is that?'
越搧越著, "the more one fans it the more it catches" — 著 is again the catching zháo, its third appearance in a short stretch after 更著百倍 and 燒著身體. 何也 closes in bookish literary Chinese.
The Local Spirit looked at it and said with a smile, 'This fan is not the true one. She has tricked you.'
The revelation takes eleven characters and is delivered with a smile. 被他哄了 uses the same verb Pilgrim used of himself two passages ago — 被那廝哄了 — so we hear his own diagnosis confirmed rather than a revelation sprung on him. The source's 他 carries no gender in this period; it is the Rākṣasī who is meant.
Pilgrim said, 'Then how am I to get the true one?'
方得 takes 得 as the dé of achieving something. Nine characters, and it is the question the next chapter exists to answer.
吃齋小可 — eating is a small matter. Pilgrim brushes the offering aside in four characters and asks the only question he has put to anybody in this chapter: when can the fire be put out so my master can pass. He has asked it of a cake-seller, of a farmer, of a woodcutter, of a Bodhisattva, and of the demon herself.
The Local Spirit's first answer is useless — beg the fan of the Rākṣasī — and Pilgrim's reply is to pick up off the roadside the thing he threw down in disgust and hold it out. 這不是？ Is this not it? Then the complaint: 越搧越著, the more it is fanned the more it burns.
土地看了，笑道 — he looked at it and said with a smile. Eleven characters settle what the whole second half of the chapter has been building: 此扇不是真的，被他哄了. The verb is the one Pilgrim used of himself two passages earlier, so we hear his own guess confirmed rather than a revelation delivered.
And the question that follows — 如何方得真的, how then am I to get the true one — is the hinge. The chapter ends here in substance; what remains is a single couplet naming the person who has it.