Canonical Classics ← 第七十五回
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

哭喪棒
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

哭喪棒 What Kind Of Mourning Stick

hǎoshèngjiùshēnlǒushàngláigǔnránshēnzichèbàngtóujiùlǎodāojiàzhùdào:「hóushénmeyàngsāngbànggǎnshàngménrén?」shèngdào:「ruòwènzhètiáogùntiānshàngxiàdōuyǒumíngshēng。」lǎodào:「zěnjiànmíngshēng?」hǎoshèngjiùshēnlǒushàngláigǔnránshēnzichèbàngtóujiùlǎodāojiàzhùdào:「hóushénmeyàngsāngbànggǎnshàngménrén?」shèngdào:「ruòwènzhètiáogùntiānshàngxiàdōuyǒumíngshēng。」lǎodào:「zěnjiànmíngshēng?」


逐句解 Line by line

hǎoshèngjiùshēnlǒushàngláigǔnránshēnzichèbàngtóujiù hǎoshèngjiùshēnlǒushàngláigǔnránshēnzichèbàngtóujiù

Good Great Sage — he gathered himself in, rolled once, was one body again, and whipped out the cudgel to strike straight at the head.

is lǒu, to gather in with the arms. The reassembly gets the same eleven characters the division got, and no more: rolled, one body, cudgel out.

lǎodāojiàzhùdào:「hóushénmeyàngsāngbànggǎnshàngménrén?」 lǎodāojiàzhùdào:「hóushénmeyàngsāngbànggǎnshàngménrén?」

The old fiend threw the sabre up to block it: "Insolent ape! What sort of mourning-stick is that, to come to a man's door and strike him with?"

哭喪棒 is the staff a son leans on while wailing at his parent's funeral, and using it as an insult for someone's weapon is about as rude as Chinese gets. He is calling the cudgel a prop for professional mourners.

shèngdào:「ruòwènzhètiáogùntiānshàngxiàdōuyǒumíngshēng。」 shèngdào:「ruòwènzhètiáogùntiānshàngxiàdōuyǒumíngshēng。」

The Great Sage shouted, "If you ask about this rod of mine — in heaven and on earth alike it has a name."

is , the shout. And the cue has been given: somebody has asked about the equipment, which in this chapter means a poem is coming.

lǎodào:「zěnjiànmíngshēng?」 lǎodào:「zěnjiànmíngshēng?」

The old fiend said, "How does it have a name?"

Five characters, and he has asked for it. What follows is the longest single piece of verse in the chapter.


總評 Commentary

The insult is the trigger and it is well chosen. A funeral staff is deliberately crude — an unplaned length of bamboo or paulownia — and calling the gold-banded cudgel one is a way of saying it looks like a stick. Wukong has been waiting the whole chapter for somebody to ask about that stick.

Note the shape of the scene. The demon parries the blow he invited, insults the weapon, and then asks a question that guarantees a recitation. Both of these creatures would rather perform than fight, and the book has now let each of them do it twice.