黃道良辰 An Auspicious Day For Weddings
獃子笑道:「師父,今日想是黃道良辰,宜結婚姻會友,都行禮哩。」行者道:「胡談,那裡就家家都行禮?其間必有緣故,等我上前看看。」三藏扯住道:「你莫去,你嘴臉醜陋,怕人怪你。」行者道:「我變化個兒去來。」呆子笑道:「师父,今日想是黄道良辰,宜结婚姻会友,都行礼哩。」行者道:「胡谈,那里就家家都行礼?其间必有缘故,等我上前看看。」三藏扯住道:「你莫去,你嘴脸丑陋,怕人怪你。」行者道:「我变化个儿去来。」
逐句解 Line by line
The idiot said with a laugh, "Master, today must be a lucky day of the yellow path, fit for weddings and for gathering friends. They are all performing the rites."
黃道良辰 huáng dào liáng chén — the yellow path is the sun's track through the sky, and a day on which the almanac says the influences are favourable is a yellow-path day. Chinese still uses the phrase for a date picked out of an almanac for a wedding or an opening. 獸子 ái zi, the idiot, is the narrator's standing nickname for Bajie, and it is affectionate more often than not.
Pilgrim said, "Rubbish. How would every single household be performing rites?
那 is nǎ here, not the pointing nà — this is the questioning one, used the way English uses "how on earth," where no answer is expected. In the whole chapter only two of the fifty 那 take this reading, and both of them are in 那裡.
There must be a reason for it. Let me go up and take a look."
看看 kàn kàn — doubling a verb in Chinese softens it into having a quick go at something. Wukong is proposing a glance, and what he finds will take him the rest of the night to deal with.
Tripitaka took hold of him and said, "Do not go. Your face is ugly, and I am afraid people will take offence at you."
Tripitaka's reflex whenever Wukong offers to do anything in public, and it has been earned: the old soldier at the gate fell on his knees. The novel keeps this running because it is the one place where the master is reliably right about his disciple.
Pilgrim said, "I shall go in another shape."
Ten characters, and the objection is answered. 兒 is ér, as it is at all thirty-one of the chapter's. On 個兒 it is not the word for a child but a suffix, doing the job of the vague "a bit of" in "a bit of a change" — and it still has a syllable of its own. Modern speech would swallow it into the syllable before it, which is a thing this reader cannot show, one box to a character.
Bajie's second wrong guess, and it is a better one than his first. A city where every doorway carries a decorated basket does look like a city with something ceremonial on. He has read the silk correctly and the contents not at all.
The exchange also shows the party's division of labour in miniature. Bajie supplies a comfortable explanation, Tripitaka worries about appearances, and Wukong proposes to go and find out. Only one of those three responses ever moves the plot, and it is always the same one.
The last line is the smallest kind of joke: told he is too ugly to be seen, Wukong does not argue. He simply stops being visible. It is worth noticing how little the novel makes of a power that would be the centrepiece of any other story.