Canonical Classics ← 第七十六回
第七十六回
xīnshénshèguīxìng
tóngxiángguàizhēn

The Spirit Settles in Its Dwelling and the Demon Returns to Its Nature · The Wood Mother Joins to Subdue the Monster's True Form

舉眼無親
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舉眼無親 Seated On The Golden Throne

zhòngyāodōuhuāntiānyāosānzàngkòngbèigōngshēnjiēzhǔsēngtángsēngjiàozitáishàngjīnluán殿diànqǐngzuòzàidāngzhōngxiāngxiàncháxiànfànzuǒyòuxuánràozhǎnglǎohūnhūnchénchényǎnqīnzhòngyāodōuhuāntiānyāosānzàngkòngbèigōngshēnjiēzhǔsēngtángsēng轿jiàozitáishàngjīnluán殿diànqǐngzuòzàidāngzhōngxiāngxiàncháxiànfànzuǒyòuxuánràozhǎnglǎohūnhūnchénchényǎnqīn


逐句解 Line by line

zhòngyāodōuhuāntiānyāosānzàngkòngbèigōngshēnjiēzhǔsēng zhòngyāodōuhuāntiānyāosānzàngkòngbèigōngshēnjiēzhǔsēng

The demons all invited Tripitaka in with every show of delight, bending their backs and bowing to receive the master they had gone to fetch.

reads dōu, all of them. 控背躬身 — the back drawn in and the body bent, a deep salute.

tángsēngjiàozitáishàngjīnluán殿diànqǐngzuòzàidāngzhōngxiāngxiàncháxiànfànzuǒyòuxuánrào tángsēng轿jiàozitáishàngjīnluán殿diànqǐngzuòzàidāngzhōngxiāngxiàncháxiànfànzuǒyòuxuánrào

They carried the Tang monk, chair and all, up into the golden throne hall and asked him to be seated in the middle, and on one side and the other they offered tea and offered food, circling him about.

reads dāng in 當中, in the very middle. 一壁廂 is on the one side.

zhǎnglǎohūnhūnchénchényǎnqīn zhǎnglǎohūnhūnchénchényǎnqīn

And that old master sat there dazed and heavy, and lifted his eyes and saw not one friendly face.

reads zhǎng in 長老, an elder. 舉眼無親 — to raise the eyes and find nobody of one's own.


總評 Commentary

They put him on the throne. Not in a cage, not in a pot — up in the golden hall, in the seat of honour, with tea and food brought from both sides and attendants circling. The demons are keeping their promise to the letter while breaking it entirely, and this is the last and best example of the chapter's method.

The four characters the chapter leaves him with are the ones that stay with a reader. He raises his eyes and there is nobody of his own. Every face in the hall is bowing to him and not one of them is a friend. His three disciples are on a mountain some distance off, each pinned by a separate opponent, and he has no way of knowing it.

It is worth setting this beside where he was at the start of the chapter — lying on the ground weeping because he thought Wukong was dead. Then he was wrong and safe. Now he is comfortable, honoured, seated in the middle of the room, and in more danger than he has been all journey.