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第七十三回
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Passion from an Old Grudge Breeds a Venomous Calamity · The Mind-Lord Meets a Demon and Is Saved by the Breaking Light

各懷忿怒
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各懷忿怒 Each With His Own Fury

quèyòujiāngwěibayáoleliǎngyáoshōuleháomáodānshēnlūnbànggǎnbiānláidàoshìdàoshìjiànleshīmèixīnshènrěnhěnjiànláiyíngzhèchánghuái忿fènzhǎnshéntōngquèyòujiāngwěibayáoleliǎngyáoshōuleháomáodānshēnlūnbànggǎnbiānláidàoshìdàoshìjiànleshīmèixīnshènrěnhěnjiànláiyíngzhècháng怀huái忿fènzhǎnshéntōng


逐句解 Line by line

quèyòujiāngwěibayáoleliǎngyáoshōuleháomáodānshēnlūnbànggǎnbiānláidàoshì quèyòujiāngwěibayáoleliǎngyáoshōuleháomáodānshēnlūnbànggǎnbiānláidàoshì

Then he gave his tail a shake or two, took back the hairs, and swinging the cudgel alone charged inside to attack the Daoist.

收了毫毛 — took back the fine hairs — is the trick reversed: the seventy copies return to his tail with a shake. 單身, single body, alone, is set deliberately against the seventy he had a moment ago. He goes in by himself.

dàoshìjiànleshīmèixīnshènrěnhěnjiànláiyíng dàoshìjiànleshīmèixīnshènrěnhěnjiànláiyíng

The Daoist, seeing his fellow students beaten to death, could not bear it, and in a rage raised his sword to meet him.

is shèn here, meaning very — and this is one of only two in the whole chapter that is the adverb rather than the interrogative "what". Six of the eight are shén. 心甚不忍, his heart could very much not bear it, is the phrase the text uses for genuine grief, and it is the one moment the Daoist is allowed a feeling that is not vanity.

zhèchánghuái忿fènzhǎnshéntōng zhècháng怀huái忿fènzhǎnshéntōng

In this bout each nursed his own fury, and each unfolded his full powers.

一場 takes as cháng, the reading for a bout or an occasion — an event you count, not a place you stand in. The corpus has thirty-one sealed sites and they all go this way. 神通 is spiritual power in the Buddhist sense, the supernatural faculties an adept acquires.


總評 Commentary

The gears change again and the seventy vanish. He shakes the copies back into his tail and goes in 單身, alone, which is how this book always stages a duel that matters. The labour was a crowd job; the fight is not.

And the Daoist is given one honest emotion. 心甚不忍 — he could not bear it — is not a stock phrase for anger; it is the language of grief, and the text hands it to the man who has just refused to save the same women. Both things are true of him. He would not trade his prize for their lives and he cannot stand to see them dead.

That is a better piece of characterisation than the chapter has any obligation to provide. He is not a monster who happens to look like a host; he is a man with fellow students he is fond of, an expensive private hobby, and an appetite that outranks both.