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Long Geng Brings Word of a Fierce Demon Chief · Pilgrim Works His Powers of Transformation

幹過大事
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拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script 繁
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

幹過大事 I Was A Demon Once

當dāng年nián也yě曾céng做zuò過guò妖yāo精jīng,幹gàn過guò大dà事shì。曾céng因yīn會huì眾zhòng魔mó,多duō飲yǐn了le幾jǐ杯bēi酒jiǔ睡shuì著zháo,夢mèng中zhōng見jiàn二èr人rén將jiāng批pī勾gōu我wǒ去qù到dào陰yīn司sī。当dāng年nián也yě曾céng做zuò过guò妖yāo精jīng,干gàn过guò大dà事shì。曾céng因yīn会huì众zhòng魔mó,多duō饮yǐn了le几jǐ杯bēi酒jiǔ睡shuì着zháo,梦mèng中zhōng见jiàn二èr人rén将jiāng批pī勾gōu我wǒ去qù到dào阴yīn司sī。


逐句解 Line by line

當dāng年nián也yě曾céng做zuò過guò妖yāo精jīng,幹gàn過guò大dà事shì。 当dāng年nián也yě曾céng做zuò过guò妖yāo精jīng,干gàn过guò大dà事shì。

In my time I too was a demon, and did great things.

Twelve characters, and they reframe the entire conversation. 曾 is céng, the marker of a completed past — I have been one. Pilgrim is not claiming to be the demon's superior on the strength of holiness. He is claiming it on the strength of having been in the same trade and better at it. 幹過大事 is deliberately vague, the way a man is vague about a career he half regrets and half misses.

曾céng因yīn會huì眾zhòng魔mó,多duō飲yǐn了le幾jǐ杯bēi酒jiǔ睡shuì著zháo,夢mèng中zhōng見jiàn二èr人rén將jiāng批pī勾gōu我wǒ去qù到dào陰yīn司sī。 曾céng因yīn会huì众zhòng魔mó,多duō饮yǐn了le几jǐ杯bēi酒jiǔ睡shuì着zháo,梦mèng中zhōng见jiàn二èr人rén将jiāng批pī勾gōu我wǒ去qù到dào阴yīn司sī。

Once, when I had gathered the demons together and drunk a few cups too many, I fell asleep, and dreamed that two men came with a warrant and hauled me off to the underworld.

著 is zháo here, the band of a thing achieved — 睡著 is not sleeping but succeeding in getting to sleep, which is a different verb in English too. That is the third of this character's four readings to appear in the chapter. 批勾 is a written warrant with a name ticked off on it, the underworld run as a records office, and 陰司 is that office's name: the Shadow Bureau.


總評 Commentary

This is the chapter turning a corner. Up to now Pilgrim has been performing a small monk asking questions; from here he is telling the story of his own life, and the disguise stops mattering.

The detail he chooses to lead with is worth noticing. Not the rebellion, not the peaches, not the fight with heaven — a party, too much wine and falling asleep. He is establishing that he was once exactly the sort of creature the old man has just spent a passage being frightened of.

And the underworld arrives as paperwork. Two men with a warrant, a name on a list, an office to be taken to. Chinese hell has always been organised like a government department, which is precisely what makes the next passage funny.