Canonical Classics ← 第八十回
第八十回
chàyángqiúpèiǒu
xīnyuánzhǔshíyāoxié

The Fair Girl, Nursing the Yang, Seeks a Mate · The Mind-Ape, Guarding His Master, Knows a Fiend

還不肯捨
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還不肯捨 Bhiksu Sees Them Off

quèshuōqiūguójūnchénshùsòngtángsēngzhòngchūchéngyǒuèrshízhīyuǎnháikěnshěsānzàngmiǎnqiángxiàniǎnchéngbiéérxíngsòngzhězhízhìwàngjiànzōngyǐngfānghuíquèshuōqiūguójūnchénshùsòngtángsēngzhòngchūchéngyǒuèrshízhīyuǎnháikěnshěsānzàngmiǎnqiángxiàniǎnchéngbiéérxíngsòngzhězhízhìwàngjiànzōngyǐngfānghuí


逐句解 Line by line

quèshuōqiūguójūnchénshùsòngtángsēngzhòngchūchéngyǒuèrshízhīyuǎnháikěnshě quèshuōqiūguójūnchénshùsòngtángsēngzhòngchūchéngyǒuèrshízhīyuǎnháikěnshě

Now the ruler of Bhiksu, his ministers and the common folk all escorted the Tang Monk and his three disciples out of the city, and when they had gone some twenty they were still unwilling to part.

The 二十里 is about eleven and a half kilometres — a Ming runs to roughly 576 metres. That is a long way to walk somebody to the door. is to let go, and it carries the same reluctance as the modern phrase for parting with something you value.

sānzàngmiǎnqiángxiàniǎnchéngbiéérxíngsòngzhězhízhìwàngjiànzōngyǐngfānghuí sānzàngmiǎnqiángxiàniǎnchéngbiéérxíngsòngzhězhízhìwàngjiànzōngyǐngfānghuí

Tripitaka, pressed, came down from the royal carriage, mounted his horse, took his leave and rode on; and those who watched him go stood there until not a trace of him could be seen before they turned back.

Chapter 79 ended with the king of Bhiksu restored and the eleven hundred and eleven children saved, so this send-off is a debt of gratitude being paid in the only currency a kingdom has. 勉強 here is not "reluctantly" in the sulky sense — it is the awkwardness of a monk who has been put in a royal carriage and would rather be on his own horse.


總評 Commentary

Every long stretch of this book opens the same way: the party leaves somewhere warm and walks into somewhere cold. The pattern is so regular that the narrator barely bothers to vary it, and that regularity is the point — the road is the one constant, and kingdoms are things that happen beside it.

What is unusual here is how long the send-off lasts. Twenty is not a gesture at the city gate; it is most of a morning's walk. The people of Bhiksu had been ready to hand over their children's hearts to a fraudulent physician, and the man who stopped it is riding away. The narrator lets them stand and watch until he is gone, which is a kinder ending than the kingdom deserved.