第八十五回 · 圈子陣 A Ring Drawn Across the Road — Journey to the West

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圈子陣 A Ring Drawn Across the Road

卻què說shuō那nà怪guài物wù收shōu風fēng斂liǎn霧wù，號hào令lìng群qún妖yāo，在zài於yú大dà路lù口kǒu上shàng，擺bǎi開kāi一yí個gè圈quān子zi陣zhèn，專zhuān等děng行xíng客kè。這zhè獃dāi子zi晦huì氣qì，不bù多duō時shí，撞zhuàng到dào當dāng中zhōng，被bèi群qún妖yāo圍wéi住zhù，這zhè個gè扯chě住zhù衣yī服fú，那nà個gè扯chě著zhe絲sī絛tāo，推tuī推tuī擁yōng擁yōng，一yì齊qí下xià手shǒu。却què说shuō那nà怪guài物wù收shōu风fēng敛liǎn雾wù，号hào令lìng群qún妖yāo，在zài于yú大dà路lù口kǒu上shàng，摆bǎi开kāi一yí个gè圈quān子zi阵zhèn，专zhuān等děng行xíng客kè。这zhè呆dāi子zi晦huì气qì，不bù多duō时shí，撞zhuàng到dào当dāng中zhōng，被bèi群qún妖yāo围wéi住zhù，这zhè个gè扯chě住zhù衣yī服fú，那nà个gè扯chě着zhe丝sī绦tāo，推tuī推tuī拥yōng拥yōng，一yì齐qí下xià手shǒu。

逐句解 Line by line

卻què說shuō那nà怪guài物wù收shōu風fēng斂liǎn霧wù，號hào令lìng群qún妖yāo，在zài於yú大dà路lù口kǒu上shàng，擺bǎi開kāi一yí個gè圈quān子zi陣zhèn，專zhuān等děng行xíng客kè。却què说shuō那nà怪guài物wù收shōu风fēng敛liǎn雾wù，号hào令lìng群qún妖yāo，在zài于yú大dà路lù口kǒu上shàng，摆bǎi开kāi一yí个gè圈quān子zi阵zhèn，专zhuān等děng行xíng客kè。

Now that monster gathered in his wind, drew back his fog, gave the word to his band of imps, and out at the mouth of the high road laid open a ring formation to wait for travellers.

收風斂霧 settles the argument the pilgrims had been having: the weather was his, and he has now put it away. 圈子陣 is a ring formation — the imps stand in a circle and close it once someone walks in. 專等, waiting for nothing else, tells you it is a roadblock and not an accident.

這zhè獃dāi子zi晦huì氣qì，不bù多duō時shí，撞zhuàng到dào當dāng中zhōng，被bèi群qún妖yāo圍wéi住zhù，這zhè個gè扯chě住zhù衣yī服fú，那nà個gè扯chě著zhe絲sī絛tāo，推tuī推tuī擁yōng擁yōng，一yì齊qí下xià手shǒu。这zhè呆dāi子zi晦huì气qì，不bù多duō时shí，撞zhuàng到dào当dāng中zhōng，被bèi群qún妖yāo围wéi住zhù，这zhè个gè扯chě住zhù衣yī服fú，那nà个gè扯chě着zhe丝sī绦tāo，推tuī推tuī拥yōng拥yōng，一yì齐qí下xià手shǒu。

That blockhead had no luck. In no time at all he blundered into the middle of it and the imps had him surrounded — this one grabbing his robe, that one hauling on his sash, shoving and jostling, and all of them at him together.

著 is zhe: hauling, and keeping hold. 這個 then 那個, this one and that one, is how the novel renders a crowd — not a number but two hands out of many. 絲絛 is the silk cord a monk ties his robe with, and it is part of the disguise he put on twenty lines ago.

總評 Commentary

The fog and the wind stop the moment the trap is ready. Everything the party argued about on the road was this creature clearing his throat, and he has put it away because he no longer needs it.

Bajie walks into a ring formation dressed as a small thin monk, humming a writing primer, on his way to a meal that does not exist. The novel has spent eight hundred characters getting him there.