塞住鼻子 Two Pebbles For His Nose
這行者只顧看玩,不覺沙灰飛入鼻內,癢斯斯的,打了兩個噴嚏。即回頭,伸手在岩下摸了兩個鵝卵石,塞住鼻子。搖身一變,變做一個攢火的鷂子,飛入煙火中間,驀了幾驀,卻就沒了沙灰,煙火也息了。这行者只顾看玩,不觉沙灰飞入鼻内,痒斯斯的,打了两个喷嚏。即回头,伸手在岩下摸了两个鹅卵石,塞住鼻子。摇身一变,变做一个攒火的鹞子,飞入烟火中间,蓦了几蓦,却就没了沙灰,烟火也息了。
逐句解 Line by line
Pilgrim was intent on looking and enjoying himself, and before he knew it the sand and ash had blown up his nose. It tickled and itched, and he sneezed twice.
覺 is jué, to notice, so 不覺 is before he knew it. 癢斯斯的 is a colloquial doubled adjective with its 的 attached — itchy-itchy — and it is doing in prose exactly what the quatrain's doubled words were doing in verse.
He turned round at once, put a hand under the rock, felt out two goose-egg pebbles and plugged his nostrils with them.
塞 is sāi, to bung something up, the everyday reading rather than the sè of the bookish compounds. Two sneezes, then two pebbles: the remedy is counted out against the symptom, and the Great Sage deals with a cosmological weapon by picking up gravel.
Then with a shake of his body he changed into a fire-braving sparrowhawk and flew straight into the smoke and flame, darting this way and that a few times; and the sand and ash were gone, and the smoke and fire died too.
攢 is cuán again — the same reading as in the alchemy poem. 驀了幾驀 puts the verb on both sides of its own measure, the pattern this chapter keeps using for a quick repeated action, alongside 迎他一迎 and 問他一問.
A hundred and eight thousand of road, ranges by the thousand, rivers by the hundred — and what stops the Great Sage is dust up his nose. The joke is carefully placed: the boast was made eight passages ago in verse, and the sneeze arrives in prose while he is standing still admiring the view that is attacking him.
His answer is neither magic nor force but two stones from under a rock. The book gives the practical solution a whole sentence and the shapeshifting that follows only half of one, so the pebbles carry more narrative weight than the transformation.
And then the fire goes out, in a subordinate clause. Three weapons that took a rhapsody of eighty-one characters, a quatrain of fifty-six and the prose around both to introduce are dealt with in eleven, by a bird flying back and forth a few times. The demon's arsenal is formidable to look at and no trouble at all to actually meet.