杏葉兒 No Bigger Than an Apricot Leaf
大聖見他這等酣然,暗自留心,挑鬥道:「夫人,真扇子你收在那裡?早晚仔細,但恐孫行者變化多端,卻又來騙去。」羅剎笑嘻嘻的,口中吐出,只有一個杏葉兒大小,遞與大聖道:「這個不是寶貝?」大圣见他这等酣然,暗自留心,挑斗道:「夫人,真扇子你收在那里?早晚仔细,但恐孙行者变化多端,却又来骗去。」罗刹笑嘻嘻的,口中吐出,只有一个杏叶儿大小,递与大圣道:「这个不是宝贝?」
逐句解 Line by line
The Great Sage, seeing her so far gone, kept a private watch on her and drew her out with a question: "Madam, where do you keep the true fan?"
挑 is tiǎo, to provoke or draw somebody out — the same word modern Chinese writes as 挑鬥 here and more often as a compound meaning to tease. 那裡 is a question, so 那 is nǎ. And 暗自留心 — privately keeping watch — says plainly that the tenderness of the previous passage was reconnaissance.
"Be careful of it night and morning. I only fear that Sun the Pilgrim has transformations without number, and may come and cheat it away again."
仔 is zǐ in 仔細, careful, not the zǎi the character takes elsewhere. The warning is impeccable advice, and it is being given by the person it warns against, for the sole purpose of making her produce the thing.
The Rākṣasī, laughing merrily, spat it out of her mouth — a thing no bigger than an apricot leaf — and handed it to the Great Sage, saying, "Is not this the treasure?"
兒 in 杏葉兒 is the swallowed suffix er. 中 is zhōng. She has been keeping the fan in her mouth the whole time, which is why the previous chapter's search of the cave turned up nothing.
The question is put with enormous care and answered with none at all. He asks where the fan is kept, wraps the question in solicitude, and adds a warning against precisely the trick he is playing; she laughs, spits the thing out and hands it to him. The whole manoeuvre takes three sentences, and the wine has done all the work that argument could not do in two chapters.
The revelation also solves a problem the previous chapter left hanging. The Great Sage was inside her body and did not find the fan; he had it in his hands and it was a forgery. It has been in her mouth the entire time, which is why neither search nor extortion could ever have reached it, and why nothing but her own hand could have produced it.
Its size is the second surprise. A treasure that puts out eight hundred 里 of fire turns out to be the size of an apricot leaf. The novel likes this kind of disproportion and usually gets a joke out of it; here it gets a difficulty instead, because the Great Sage now has the thing and no idea how to work it.