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第七十六回
心xīn神shén居jū舍shè魔mó歸guī性xìng
木mù母mǔ同tóng降xiáng怪guài體tǐ真zhēn

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

門牙都迸碎
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拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script 繁
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

門牙都迸碎 The Front Teeth Shatter

原yuán來lái行xíng者zhě在zài裡lǐ面miàn聽tīng得dé,便biàn不bù先xiān出chū去qù,卻què把bǎ金jīn箍gū棒bàng伸shēn出chū,試shì他tā一yí試shì。那nà怪guài果guǒ往wǎng下xià一yì口kǒu,扢gǔ喳zhā的de一yì聲shēng,把bǎ個gè門mén牙yá都dōu迸bèng碎suì了le。原yuán来lái行xíng者zhě在zài里lǐ面miàn听tīng得dé,便biàn不bù先xiān出chū去qù,却què把bǎ金jīn箍gū棒bàng伸shēn出chū,试shì他tā一yí试shì。那nà怪guài果guǒ往wǎng下xià一yì口kǒu,扢gǔ喳zhā的de一yì声shēng,把bǎ个gè门mén牙yá都dōu迸bèng碎suì了le。


逐句解 Line by line

原yuán來lái行xíng者zhě在zài裡lǐ面miàn聽tīng得dé,便biàn不bù先xiān出chū去qù,卻què把bǎ金jīn箍gū棒bàng伸shēn出chū,試shì他tā一yí試shì。 原yuán来lái行xíng者zhě在zài里lǐ面miàn听tīng得dé,便biàn不bù先xiān出chū去qù,却què把bǎ金jīn箍gū棒bàng伸shēn出chū,试shì他tā一yí试shì。

Now Wukong, listening from within, did not go out first. Instead he pushed the gold-banded cudgel through, to test him.

聽得 — tīng dé. After a verb of perceiving, this character keeps its full dé.

那nà怪guài果guǒ往wǎng下xià一yì口kǒu,扢gǔ喳zhā的de一yì聲shēng,把bǎ個gè門mén牙yá都dōu迸bèng碎suì了le。 那nà怪guài果guǒ往wǎng下xià一yì口kǒu,扢gǔ喳zhā的de一yì声shēng,把bǎ个gè门mén牙yá都dōu迸bèng碎suì了le。

The monster bit down, and with a crunch his front teeth were smashed to bits.

扢喳 is a noise word, gē zhā, made to sound like the snap it names.


總評 Commentary

This is the shape of nearly every exchange between these two. The demon plans, Wukong guesses the plan, and the guess costs the demon a body part. He has not seen the whispered conference; he does not need to. He has worked out that a mouth held open on request is a mouth with something waiting behind it, so he sends the iron out ahead of himself.

The cudgel is worth remembering here. It weighs, by the novel's own reckoning, thirteen thousand five hundred catties, and it began life as the pole that measured the depth of the seas. Biting it is not like biting a weapon; it is like biting a bridge. The demon's teeth never stood a chance.

The noise word does the comic work. The narrator could have told us the teeth broke; instead he makes us hear it first and learn what happened second. Ming vernacular fiction is full of this, and it is one of the things that marks the register as spoken rather than literary — the storyteller reaching for the sound because his audience is listening rather than reading.