絲繩亂冒 A Canopy Of Silk
只見那七個敞開懷,腆著雪白肚子,臍孔中作出法來:骨都都絲繩亂冒,搭起一個天篷,把行者蓋在底下。行者見事不諧,即翻身念聲咒語,打個觔斗,撲的撞破天篷走了。只见那七个敞开怀,腆着雪白肚子,脐孔中作出法来:骨都都丝绳乱冒,搭起一个天篷,把行者盖在底下。行者见事不谐,即翻身念声咒语,打个觔斗,扑的撞破天篷走了。
逐句解 Line by line
The seven of them threw open their robes, thrust out their snow-white bellies, and worked a spell from their navels: out gushed silk cords in a rush, building up a canopy of heaven that covered Pilgrim over underneath it.
骨都都 is a sound word — the gurgling, gushing noise of something welling out — and the corpus reads it gǔ dōu dōu, sealed three times in the previous chapter, once in this very phrase about these very navels. 腆 is to stick the belly out; 臍孔 is the navel; 肚 takes its invariant dù. And 天篷, a heaven-awning, is the word for the great cloth canopy stretched over a courtyard for a banquet — which is exactly what it looks like and exactly the wrong thing to be under.
Pilgrim, seeing things were going badly, turned over at once, spoke a spell, turned a somersault, and with a bang burst through the canopy and was gone.
觔斗 is jīn dǒu, a somersault — the corpus seals that reading four times, and it is the same word as in 觔斗雲, the somersault-cloud that carries Pilgrim a hundred and eight thousand lǐ at a jump. 事不諧 is affairs not going harmoniously, a nicely understated way of saying it is going wrong. 撲的 is another sound word, the thump of the impact.
The seven spiders' one great trick, and it is genuinely strange. They open their clothes, push out their bellies and spin silk from their navels — not from their hands, not from a mouth, from the navel — and the silk builds itself into an awning over the courtyard with Pilgrim underneath. The previous chapter used the same manoeuvre and the same sound word for it.
What makes it frightening rather than absurd is the domestic image at the centre. A 天篷 is party equipment: the cloth roof you rig over a courtyard for a wedding banquet so the guests stay dry. The thing being described is a marquee going up, at speed, over one person.
And he is out in twenty-five characters. Spell, somersault, bang, gone — the escape gets less space than the trap, which is the book's usual proportion. Pilgrim is never in danger from a thing that merely holds him; the danger in this chapter is still lying on the floor of a guest room behind him.