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吹口仙氣
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吹口仙氣 He Blew A Breath And Cried Change

叫jiào唐táng僧sēng站zhàn起qǐ休xiū動dòng,再zài莫mò言yán語yǔ。貼tiē在zài唐táng僧sēng臉liǎn上shàng,念niàn動dòng真zhēn言yán,吹chuī口kǒu仙xiān氣qì,叫jiào:「變biàn!」那nà長zhǎng老lǎo即jí變biàn做zuò個gè行xíng者zhě模mú樣yàng。叫jiào唐táng僧sēng站zhàn起qǐ休xiū动dòng,再zài莫mò言yán语yǔ。贴tiē在zài唐táng僧sēng脸liǎn上shàng,念niàn动dòng真zhēn言yán,吹chuī口kǒu仙xiān气qì,叫jiào:「变biàn!」那nà长zhǎng老lǎo即jí变biàn做zuò个gè行xíng者zhě模mú样yàng。


逐句解 Line by line

叫jiào唐táng僧sēng站zhàn起qǐ休xiū動dòng,再zài莫mò言yán語yǔ。 叫jiào唐táng僧sēng站zhàn起qǐ休xiū动dòng,再zài莫mò言yán语yǔ。

He told the Tang Monk to stand up and not stir, and to say nothing more.

Eleven characters of stage direction. Tripitaka is being handled like a prop, which is roughly what he is about to become.

貼tiē在zài唐táng僧sēng臉liǎn上shàng,念niàn動dòng真zhēn言yán,吹chuī口kǒu仙xiān氣qì,叫jiào:「變biàn!」 贴tiē在zài唐táng僧sēng脸liǎn上shàng,念niàn动dòng真zhēn言yán,吹chuī口kǒu仙xiān气qì,叫jiào:「变biàn!」

He stuck it on the Tang Monk's face, recited the true words, blew a breath of immortal air on it and cried, "Change!"

吹口仙氣 — to blow a mouthful of immortal breath — is how every transformation in this novel is finished. Wukong's own seventy-two changes all end with it, and here he is spending one on somebody else's face.

那nà長zhǎng老lǎo即jí變biàn做zuò個gè行xíng者zhě模mú樣yàng。 那nà长zhǎng老lǎo即jí变biàn做zuò个gè行xíng者zhě模mú样yàng。

The elder at once changed into the very likeness of Pilgrim.

In 模樣, 模 is mú — the look of a thing — the third and last of the chapter's three, and the same word the courier chief used at midnight of an old man got up as a Daoist. The chapter has now used it of a disguise three times, and every one has been somebody pretending to be somebody else.


總評 Commentary

The transformation is done in thirty-eight characters with no fuss at all, which is how this novel always handles its magic. The mask, the spell, the breath, the word.

The word for likeness is the one to watch. It has appeared three times in this chapter: of an old man got up as a Daoist, of the same man when Sha Monk wondered what sort of a creature he might be, and now of a monk wearing a monkey's face. Every use is a disguise, and the chapter has been quietly building a small argument about appearances since its second block.