Canonical Classics ← 第七十七回
第七十七回
qúnběnxìng
bàizhēn

The Host of Fiends Imposes on the Original Nature · Of One Body They Bow to the True Thus-Come

睡魔蟲
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

睡魔蟲 The Sleep Insects Did Their Work

xiēshāohuǒdexiǎoyāoshìyǒushuìchóngdōushuìzháolejiùshìxiǎngdexǐngláiméizhíshìdejīngxǐngmàomàoshīshīdeyìngdào:「gǔnle。」xiēshāohuǒdexiǎoyāoshìyǒushuìchóngdōushuìzháolejiùshìxiǎngdexǐngláiméizhíshìdejīngxǐngmàomàoshīshīdeyìngdào:「gǔnle。」


逐句解 Line by line

xiēshāohuǒdexiǎoyāoshìyǒushuìchóngdōushuìzháolejiùshìxiǎngdexǐnglái xiēshāohuǒdexiǎoyāoshìyǒushuìchóngdōushuìzháolejiùshìxiǎngdexǐnglái

Those little demons tending the fire had the sleep-insects in them by now and were fast asleep, and you might beat them and never hope to knock one awake.

The text calls them 睡魔蟲 here, sleep-demon insects, where earlier it said 瞌睡蟲, drowsiness insects — the same creature under a slightly grander name. in 打得一個醒來 is de: could not manage to beat one awake.

méizhíshìdejīngxǐngmàomàoshīshīdeyìngdào:「gǔnle。」 méizhíshìdejīngxǐngmàomàoshīshīdeyìngdào:「gǔnle。」

A few of the others, who had no duty on, were startled awake, and answered all in a fluster, "Seven — seven — seven — seven boilings!"

is yìng here, to answer. 冒冒失失 is rash and blundering, and the four repeated characters are a stammer written straight onto the page — a stutter of terror, and one of the very few in classical Chinese fiction.


總評 Commentary

The guards Wukong drugged cannot be woken by beating, which is a detail worth sitting with. Somebody tries. The passage assumes without saying so that the first response to an unresponsive subordinate here is a beating.

The stammer is the thing to notice. Four sevens on the page, and it is not a typographical accident; the same device gives four characters to the shout of escaped a few lines later. Writing a stutter into the text is rare in Chinese fiction of this period, and this chapter does it twice.

And the answer is a lie by panic rather than by design. The demons on duty are unconscious; the ones answering had no duty and no idea, and they invent a number because a chief has asked a question. Seven boilings would mean the master was long dead.