歷過苦楚 What I Have Suffered
行者道:「自上年蒙盛情降了黃風怪,一路上不知歷過多少苦楚。今到火焰山,不能前進,詢問土人,說有個鐵扇仙,芭蕉扇搧得火滅,老孫特去尋訪。原來那仙是牛魔王的妻,紅孩兒的母。他說我把他兒子做了觀音菩薩的童子,不得常見,恨我為仇,不肯借扇,與我爭鬥。行者道:「自上年蒙盛情降了黄风怪,一路上不知历过多少苦楚。今到火焰山,不能前进,询问土人,说有个铁扇仙,芭蕉扇扇得火灭,老孙特去寻访。原来那仙是牛魔王的妻,红孩儿的母。他说我把他儿子做了观音菩萨的童子,不得常见,恨我为仇,不肯借扇,与我争斗。
逐句解 Line by line
Pilgrim said, 'Since last year, when by your generous kindness the Yellow Wind Fiend was subdued, there is no telling how many hardships we have been through along the road.'
盛情, "generous feeling," is a courtesy. 降 is again xiáng. And 不知歷過多少苦楚 uses the same 不知…多少 frame the narrator used of the passage of time near the start of the chapter, now in Pilgrim's mouth and about suffering.
'Now we have come to the Mountain of Flames and can go no further. I asked the local people, and they said there is an Iron-Fan Immortal whose banana-leaf fan can fan the fire out, so old Sun went expressly to seek her.'
搧得火滅 uses the verb 搧 for fanning and takes 得 as the dé that links an action to its result. Both 扇 in this sentence are the noun shàn — 鐵扇仙 and 芭蕉扇 — while the act of fanning uses the other character, as the chapter does throughout.
'It turns out this immortal is the wife of the Bull Demon King, and the mother of the Red Boy.'
Pilgrim states the relationship flatly, in fifteen characters, with none of the alarm the discovery caused him at the time. The 兒 of 紅孩兒 is a full syllable meaning child.
'She says I made her son into the Bodhisattva Guanyin's attendant boy, so that she cannot see him often; she hates me for an enemy, will not lend me the fan, and fought with me.'
不得常見 takes 得 as the dé of achieving something, "cannot get to see him often." 為 is wèi in 恨我為仇. This is Pilgrim's own summary of her case, and it is notably accurate — he does not misrepresent her at all.
Pilgrim's account of himself is scrupulously fair, which is worth noticing after the performance he gave the Rākṣasī. He states her case as she would state it: I made her son into Guanyin's attendant, she cannot see him often, she hates me for it. No mention of the true fruit, of deathlessness, of the promotion he pressed on her so hard.
The difference is the audience. Arguing with a bereaved mother he reached for scripture and the language of merit; reporting to a Bodhisattva he simply says what happened. The novel does not comment on the contrast, and it does not need to.
The telling is also efficient exposition. Everything we have watched over four long scenes — the farmer, the vendor, the woodcutter, the correction of the name, the fight — is compressed into four sentences, and the compression itself characterises him: Pilgrim tells a story in the order of cause and effect, without ornament, and gets to his question quickly.