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第八十二回
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The Fair Girl Seeks the Yang · The Primal Spirit Guards the Way

把真陽喪了
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把真陽喪了 If I Lose the True Yang

jīnbèizhèyāojīngzhùyāoqiúpèiǒuruòzhēnyángsànglejiùshēnduòlúnhuízàiyīnshānbèihòuyǒngshìfānshēn。」xíngzhěxiàodào:「shìyǒuzhēnxīnwǎng西tiānjīnglǎosūndàiba。」jīnbèizhèyāojīngzhùyāoqiúpèiǒuruòzhēnyángsànglejiùshēnduòlúnhuízàiyīnshānbèihòuyǒngshìfānshēn。」xíngzhěxiàodào:「shìyǒuzhēnxīnwǎng西tiānjīnglǎosūndàiba。」


逐句解 Line by line

jīnbèizhèyāojīngzhùyāoqiúpèiǒuruòzhēnyángsànglejiùshēnduòlúnhuízàiyīnshānbèihòuyǒngshìfānshēn。」 jīnbèizhèyāojīngzhùyāoqiúpèiǒuruòzhēnyángsànglejiùshēnduòlúnhuízàiyīnshānbèihòuyǒngshìfānshēn。」

"Now I am taken by this fiend and pressed to take a wife. If I let the true yang be lost, my body will fall into the wheel of rebirth and be flung down behind the dark mountain, never in all the ages to turn over again."

This is the chapter's doctrinal centre and every term is technical. 真陽, the true yang, is the vital masculine essence that inner-alchemy practice conserves and refines; losing it is the one irreversible failure. 輪迴 is samsara, the wheel of rebirth. 陰山 is the dark mountain of the underworld, where the worst of the dead are penned. And 翻身, to turn one's body over, is the vernacular for ever getting up again — the same phrase people still use for a change of fortune.

xíngzhěxiàodào:「shì xíngzhěxiàodào:「shì

Pilgrim laughed. "Do not swear oaths."

Seven characters that deflate a page of theology. Pilgrim has heard what he needed to hear and has no interest in the metaphysics.

yǒuzhēnxīnwǎng西tiānjīnglǎosūndàiba。」 yǒuzhēnxīnwǎng西tiānjīnglǎosūndàiba。」

"Since your heart is truly set on fetching the scriptures from the west, this old Monkey will take you along."

The offer is made only now, and the sequence is the point: he asked, he provoked, he got his answer, and then he agreed to help. The closing is ba, the light suggestion particle, which keeps a rescue sounding like a favour.


總評 Commentary

The chapter's title is now fully legible. The fair girl seeks the yang and the primal spirit guards the way: the fiend wants the thing Tripitaka has just named, and Pilgrim is the guard. What looked like a wedding plot is being restated as an alchemical robbery.

The inner-alchemy tradition took the older, outward alchemy of furnaces and cinnabar and turned it inward — the body as the crucible, the vital essences as the ingredients, an immortal embryo as the product. In that scheme the true yang is capital, and spending it is not a sin so much as a bankruptcy. Tripitaka is not talking about chastity in a moral sense; he is talking about losing the whole working substance of the journey.

And then Pilgrim tells him to stop swearing and offers to take him home. The novel almost never lets a passage of doctrine stand without puncturing it, and the puncture is usually affectionate.