第七十回 · 人語喧嚷 The Noise Of Voices — Journey to the West

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人語喧嚷 The Noise Of Voices

好hǎo大dà聖shèng，不bù吃chī得dé功gōng酒jiǔ，且qiě駕jià觔jīn斗dǒu雲yún，唿hū哨shào一yì聲shēng，又yòu至zhì麒qí麟lín山shān上shàng。無wú心xīn玩wán景jǐng，徑jìng尋xún洞dòng府fǔ而ér去qù。正zhèng行xíng時shí，只zhǐ聽tīng得dé人rén語yǔ喧xuān嚷rǎng，即jí佇zhù立lì凝níng睛jīng觀guān看kàn。好hǎo大dà圣shèng，不bù吃chī得dé功gōng酒jiǔ，且qiě驾jià觔jīn斗dǒu云yún，唿hū哨shào一yì声shēng，又yòu至zhì麒qí麟lín山shān上shàng。无wú心xīn玩wán景jǐng，径jìng寻xún洞dòng府fǔ而ér去qù。正zhèng行xíng时shí，只zhǐ听tīng得dé人rén语yǔ喧xuān嚷rǎng，即jí伫zhù立lì凝níng睛jīng观guān看kàn。

逐句解 Line by line

好hǎo大dà聖shèng，不bù吃chī得dé功gōng酒jiǔ，且qiě駕jià觔jīn斗dǒu雲yún，唿hū哨shào一yì聲shēng，又yòu至zhì麒qí麟lín山shān上shàng。好hǎo大dà圣shèng，不bù吃chī得dé功gōng酒jiǔ，且qiě驾jià觔jīn斗dǒu云yún，唿hū哨shào一yì声shēng，又yòu至zhì麒qí麟lín山shān上shàng。

Fine Great Sage! He did not stay to drink the wine of his merit, but mounted his somersault cloud, gave a single whistle, and was on Qilin Mountain again.

得功酒 is the wine for merit gained, with 得 at dé, to gain — the seventh time this chapter has put merit into somebody's mouth, and the ninth appearance of the character. 斗 is dǒu in the name of the somersault cloud, not the dòu of fighting.

無wú心xīn玩wán景jǐng，徑jìng尋xún洞dòng府fǔ而ér去qù。无wú心xīn玩wán景jǐng，径jìng寻xún洞dòng府fǔ而ér去qù。

He had no mind for the view, and went straight off to look for the cave.

無心玩景 — no mind for the view — is a pointed line. The last time he stood on this mountain he looked and looked and could not get tired of it, and was still admiring it when the fire came out of the ground underneath him.

正zhèng行xíng時shí，只zhǐ聽tīng得dé人rén語yǔ喧xuān嚷rǎng，即jí佇zhù立lì凝níng睛jīng觀guān看kàn。正zhèng行xíng时shí，只zhǐ听tīng得dé人rén语yǔ喧xuān嚷rǎng，即jí伫zhù立lì凝níng睛jīng观guān看kàn。

As he went he heard a clamour of voices, and he stopped where he stood and fixed his eyes to look.

聽得 takes dé, the perceiving-verb reading. 佇立凝睛 is to halt where you stand and hold the gaze steady — and once again the ear brings the information first and the eyes follow it.

總評 Commentary

The return is told in three sentences and each one subtracts something. He does not drink; he does not look at the mountain; he does not keep walking. What is left is a man standing still on a slope with his eyes fixed — which is exactly where the last visit started, and how badly that went is why this one is different.

The wine is refused for the third time in the chapter, and this refusal is the only one that costs him nothing: it is offered in his absence and he is simply not there. Whatever the king does with the warmed cup, the narrative has stopped following it.