Canonical Classics ← 第六十七回
第六十七回
zhěngjiùtuóluóchánxìngwěn
tuōhuìdàoxīnqīng

Rescuing Tuoluo, the Meditative Nature Is Stilled · Escaping the Filth, the Heart of the Way Is Clean

怎生過得
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怎生過得 How Are We To Get Past

shànghuānhuānshídàolejuéshānshìtòngkǒusānzàngwénbānèhuìyòujiàndàotiándào:「kōngzěnshēngguòde?」xíngzhězhezidào:「zhèquènán。」sānzàngjiànxíngzhěshuōnán便biànjiùyǎnzhōngchuílèishànghuānhuānshídàolejuéshānshìtòngkǒusānzàngwénbānèhuìyòujiàndàotiándào:「kōngzěnshēngguòde?」xíngzhězhezidào:「zhèquènán。」sānzàngjiànxíngzhěshuōnán便biànjiùyǎnzhōngchuílèi


逐句解 Line by line

shànghuānhuānshídàolejuéshānshìtòngkǒu shànghuānhuānshídàolejuéshānshìtòngkǒu

They went along merrily enough, and before long came to the mouth of the Thin Persimmon Lane on Seven Perfections Hill.

一路上 takes its ordinary tone slide before a falling tone. The doubled 喜喜歡歡 sets the mood one clause before it is destroyed.

sānzàngwénbānèhuìyòujiàndàotiándào:「kōngzěnshēngguòde?」 sānzàngwénbānèhuìyòujiàndàotiándào:「kōngzěnshēngguòde?」

Tripitaka smelt that foulness and saw the road choked up, and said, "Wukong, how are we to get past a thing like this?"

Both readings of appear inside this single segment: the full verb in 聞得, "smelt," and the light particle in 過得, "get past," where the verb stands in front of it. is , blocked.

xíngzhězhezidào:「zhèquènán。」 xíngzhězhezidào:「zhèquènán。」

Pilgrim covered his nose and said, "This one is hard indeed."

is the marker zhe, and the adverb nán. He made the same gesture the first time they came this way.

sānzàngjiànxíngzhěshuōnán便biànjiùyǎnzhōngchuílèi sānzàngjiànxíngzhěshuōnán便biànjiùyǎnzhōngchuílèi

When Tripitaka heard Pilgrim say it was hard, the tears came into his eyes.

is zhōng. The word that undoes him is , "hard" — and he has just heard it from the disciple who has never once used it about himself.


總評 Commentary

The party comes back to the obstacle the whole first half of the chapter described, and it is exactly as it was. Killing the demon has changed nothing about the lane — which is the joke the chapter has been holding since the old man explained the seven virtues of the persimmon.

Tripitaka weeps, and the text is precise about the cause. Not the smell and not the blocked road, but hearing Pilgrim say . He has spent the chapter listening to that disciple call things easy.

It is the second time this lane has reduced the Elder to silence or tears. The first time he was troubled in his heart and said nothing; this time he asked a question and got an answer he did not want.