千百塊散碎 A Thousand Loose Scraps
行者卻自他角尖鑽眼裡鑽出,現了原身,掣出鐵棒,照鐃鈸噹的一聲打去,就如崩倒銅山,咋開金礦。可惜把個佛門之器,打做個千百塊散碎之金。諕得那二十八宿驚張,五方揭諦髮豎,大小群妖皆夢醒。行者却自他角尖钻眼里钻出,现了原身,掣出铁棒,照铙钹当的一声打去,就如崩倒铜山,咋开金矿。可惜把个佛门之器,打做个千百块散碎之金。諕得那二十八宿惊张,五方揭谛发竖,大小群妖皆梦醒。
逐句解 Line by line
Pilgrim came out of the drilled hole in the tip of the horn, showed his own shape again, snatched out the iron cudgel and struck at the cymbals with a clang — like a copper mountain toppling, like a gold seam cracked open.
One blow, and the problem that has taken up a third of the chapter is over. 咋 reads zé: the Kāngxī dictionary leads with 側革切 and 側格切, glossed simply 大聲, a great noise, and a note on the 考工記 explains the doubled form as 聲大外也, sound carrying outward. The everyday zǎ of 咋辦 does not appear in the entry at all. Both similes are of something enormous breaking loudly.
A pity, to take a vessel of the Buddha's house and beat it into a thousand loose scraps of gold.
可惜 is the storyteller regretting the destruction — not any character, the teller himself. 散 is sǎn here, loose and unattached, which is what the object has finally become after refusing for two thousand characters to have so much as a seam.
It so startled the twenty-eight mansions that they scattered, and the Guardians of the Five Quarters that their hair stood on end, and every demon great and small woke out of sleep.
諕 is xià, to frighten, and this project reads it that way throughout; the automatic reading offers a roaring háo instead. 得 is de, linking the fright to its three consequences — and the three are given in ascending order of trouble, ending with the one that matters.
One blow ends the problem that has occupied a third of the chapter. Everything tried from outside failed and everything tried from inside failed; what breaks the cymbals is a cudgel swung by somebody standing next to them, which is the one position nobody could get him into.
The narrator's 可惜 is the surprise. Twenty-eight star lords and the Great Sage have spent a night on this object, and the only comment when it finally goes is regret — because it was, whatever else, a vessel belonging to the Buddha's house. The novel keeps noticing that the demon's props are real.
The noise takes up the whole third sentence. Star lords scatter, Guardians' hair lifts, and every demon in the building wakes — which is exactly what the star lords warned would happen if anybody struck it, four hundred and sixty-six characters earlier.