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第七十五回
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The Mind-Monkey Bores Through the Body of Yin and Yang · The Demon Lord Returns to the True Great Way

單直裰
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單直裰 Warm And Out Of The Wind

lǎodào:「zěnmechū?」xíngzhědào:「zhèyāojīngshèntōngbiànzuòshàngshífēndànjīnqiūliánghái穿chuāndānzhíduōzhèdàonuǎnyòutòufēngděngzhùguòdōngcáihǎochūlái。」lǎodào:「zěnmechū?」xíngzhědào:「zhèyāojīngshèntōngbiànzuòshàngshífēndànjīnqiūliánghái穿chuāndānzhíduōzhèdàonuǎnyòutòufēngděngzhùguòdōngcáihǎochūlái。」


逐句解 Line by line

lǎodào:「zěnmechū?」 lǎodào:「zěnmechū?」

The old fiend said, "Why will you not come out?"

Six characters, and the demon is now conducting an interview with his own digestion.

xíngzhědào:「zhèyāojīngshèntōngbiàn xíngzhědào:「zhèyāojīngshèntōngbiàn

Wukong said, "You are a very inflexible demon."

is shèn here, very — against the shén of what that turns up later in the same scene. And 不通變 is the identical complaint Wukong made about Xuanzang a few thousand characters ago, when the master would not see the sense of sending Bajie along.

zuòshàngshífēndànjīnqiūliánghái穿chuāndānzhíduō zuòshàngshífēndànjīnqiūliánghái穿chuāndānzhíduō

"Ever since I became a monk I have lived very thin. Now the autumn has turned cold and I am still wearing a single-layer robe."

直裰 is the straight-cut monk's robe, and means unlined — one layer, no wadding. is hái, still. The complaint is domestic and completely reasonable, and the chapter did open on the turn of the season.

zhèdàonuǎnyòutòufēngděngzhùguòdōngcáihǎochūlái。」 zhèdàonuǎnyòutòufēngděngzhùguòdōngcáihǎochūlái。」

"In here it is actually warm and there is no draught. Let me stay the winter out and then I will come."

is dào here — the adverbial band, on the contrary, actually — against the dǎo of falling that the chapter uses for people going to the ground. Two readings, one character, a few hundred apart.


總評 Commentary

Wukong's argument is a tenancy claim. He is not defying the demon, he is explaining that the accommodation suits him: warm, no draught, and he is short of a winter robe. It is the same joke as the bottle, where his first complaint was about the temperature, and it is funnier here because this time he is right.

The detail about the unlined robe is doing quiet work. Monks in this book are genuinely poor, and Wukong has been walking west in one layer since the season turned in the opening lines of the chapter. The whole complaint is a joke, and it is also true.