Canonical Classics ← 第七十三回
第七十三回
qíngyīnjiùhènshēngzāi
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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

尋針尋針
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尋針尋針 Find The Needle

xíngzhědào:「miàozāimiàozāixúnzhēnxúnzhēn。」lántuōzàishǒuzhǎngnèidào:「zhèshì?」xíngzhěquètóngànxiàyúntóuzǒuguànzhǐjiàndàoshìleyǎnnéngxíngzhědào:「miàozāimiàozāixúnzhēnxúnzhēn。」lántuōzàishǒuzhǎngnèidào:「zhèshì?」xíngzhěquètóngànxiàyúntóuzǒuguànzhǐjiàndàoshìleyǎnnéng


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhědào:「miàozāimiàozāixúnzhēnxúnzhēn。」 xíngzhědào:「miàozāimiàozāixúnzhēnxúnzhēn。」

Pilgrim cried out in delight, "Bodhisattva — wonderful, wonderful! The needle, the needle — find it!"

Two doublings in one line, the twelfth and thirteenth of the chapter. 妙哉 is a literary exclamation, wonderful indeed; 尋針 is not. Having watched a miracle he immediately worries about somebody losing a sewing needle in a field, which is the most Pilgrim sequence imaginable.

lántuōzàishǒuzhǎngnèidào:「zhèshì?」 lántuōzàishǒuzhǎngnèidào:「zhèshì?」

Vairambha held it out on her open palm. "Is this not it?"

is to hold something up flat on the palm, offering it. She never went anywhere and she has it already. Eleven characters of complete calm answering eleven characters of fluster.

xíngzhěquètóngànxiàyúntóuzǒuguànzhǐjiàndàoshìleyǎnnéng xíngzhěquètóngànxiàyúntóuzǒuguànzhǐjiàndàoshìleyǎnnéng

Pilgrim came down with her on the cloud, walked into the abbey, and saw the Daoist standing with his eyes shut, unable to take a step.

is guàn. And the picture is the reversal exactly: the man whose thousand eyes lit up a monastery now has them all closed and cannot walk. 合了眼 — eyes joined shut — is a small, ordinary phrase for a catastrophic condition.


總評 Commentary

The needle is thrown, the light breaks, and Pilgrim's first reaction is to worry about the needle. 妙哉,妙哉!尋針,尋針 — wonderful, wonderful, find it, find it — is a man applauding a miracle and tidying up in the same breath.

Her answer is the best line she is given. She holds out her hand and it is already there. No gesture of recall, no explanation; she simply never let go of it in any sense that matters. Eleven characters against his eleven, and the contrast in temperature is the whole characterisation.

And then the reversal. The Daoist is standing exactly where they left him with his eyes shut, unable to move. A thousand eyes were his power and his position; take the light and he cannot even find the door. Nobody has touched him.