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

猜枚耍子
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猜枚耍子 Won At Guess Fingers Long Ago

jiǎxiànlezhèshíshāohuǒdekànjiànluànhǎnjīngdònglǎoguàiquèyòufèishìděngxiānsòngér。」xiǎng:「dāngchūzuòshèngshícéngzàiběitiānménguótiānwángcāiméishuǎziyíngshuìchóngérháiyǒusòngle。」jiǎxiànlezhèshíshāohuǒdekànjiànluànhǎnjīngdònglǎoguàiquèyòufèishìděngxiānsòngér。」xiǎng:「dāngchūzuòshèngshícéngzàiběitiānménguótiānwángcāiméishuǎziyíngshuìchóngérháiyǒusòngle。」


逐句解 Line by line

jiǎxiànlezhèshíshāohuǒdekànjiànluànhǎnjīngdònglǎoguàiquèyòufèishì jiǎxiànlezhèshíshāohuǒdekànjiànluànhǎnjīngdònglǎoguàiquèyòufèishì

If I do show myself, these ten men tending the fire will see me and set up a shout together, and rouse the old fiend, and shall we not be in the same trouble all over again?

費事, troublesome, is the mildest possible word for what would happen. Wukong is talking himself through a risk assessment.

děngxiānsòngér。」 děngxiānsòngér。」

Let me send them a little something first."

Eight characters, and the tone is that of a man reaching for his pocket. 法兒 is a trick or a dodge, the diminutive of method.

xiǎng:「dāngchūzuòshèngshícéngzàiběitiānménguótiānwángcāiméishuǎziyíngshuìchóngérháiyǒusòngle。」 xiǎng:「dāngchūzuòshèngshícéngzàiběitiānménguótiānwángcāiméishuǎziyíngshuìchóngérháiyǒusòngle。」

Then he remembered: "When I was Great Sage in the old days, I once played at guess-fingers with the Kingdom-Guarding Heavenly King at the North Gate of Heaven, and won his sleep-insects off him. I have some left. I shall let him have them."

猜枚 is a drinking game: one player hides small objects in a closed fist and the other guesses the number, and the loser drinks. in 當初 is dāng, back then. The 瞌睡蟲, sleep-insect, is exactly what it sounds like — a bug that makes whoever it enters fall asleep.


總評 Commentary

The solution to the problem is a gambling debt from several hundred years ago, and this is one of the novel's most reliable pleasures. Wukong's past is a junk drawer, and the plot regularly reaches into it.

Consider what the memory actually contains. The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, in the days when the entire celestial bureaucracy was trying to arrest him, playing a drinking game with the guard on the gate. The rebellion had a social life.

And the sleep-insect is a beautifully cheap solution. Ten armed guards, and the answer is a bug won at cards. Wukong beats them without a blow, without being seen, and without spending anything he had to work for.