Canonical Classics ← 第八十六回
第八十六回
zhùwēizhēngguài
jīngōngshīmièyāoxié

The Wood Mother Lends His Strength to Fight the Monster · The Metal Lord Works His Art to Destroy the Fiend

天姿穎悟
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition 含詞賦 With rhapsody

天姿穎悟 Ten Thousand Heavenly Troops Failed

běnxìngxiūfēixiǎotiān姿yǐngdāntóuběnxìngxiūfēixiǎotiān姿yǐngdāntóu
guānfēngshèngyúnshìxíngxiōngdòudǒuniúguānfēngshèngyúnshìxíngxiōngdòudǒuniú
shíwànshénbīngnánjìn滿mǎntiānxīng宿xiùwéishōushíwànshénbīngnánjìnmǎntiānxīng宿xiùwéishōu

逐句解 Line by line

běnxìngxiūfēixiǎotiān姿yǐngdāntóu běnxìngxiūfēixiǎotiān姿yǐngdāntóu

My own nature I cultivated myself, and that was no small thing; heaven-given gifts, quick understanding, and the great elixir at the head of it.

大丹 is the great elixir of the inner alchemists — not a pill to be swallowed but a process worked inside the body, refining breath and essence into something that does not die. Wukong is claiming the full course, and claiming he did it by himself.

guānfēngshèngyúnshìxíngxiōngdòudǒuniú guānfēngshèngyúnshìxíngxiōngdòudǒuniú

Titled Great Sage by office, I lived in a cloud mansion; leaning on my strength I turned savage and fought the Dipper and the Ox.

斗牛 is a pair of lunar mansions, the Dipper and the Ox, and is dǒu for the constellation rather than the fighting reading it looks like. He is admitting, cheerfully, that he was given an office and abused it — and the phrase for turning savage is the same one the narrator used of Bajie at the cave door.

shíwànshénbīngnánjìn滿mǎntiānxīng宿xiùwéishōu shíwànshénbīngnánjìnmǎntiānxīng宿xiùwéishōu

A hundred thousand heavenly soldiers could not come near me; the whole sky of lunar mansions was easy to gather in.

宿 is xiù here, a lunar lodge — a division of the sky, not the sleeping reading. is wéi, in the sense of a thing being easy to do, rather than the for-the-sake-of reading it carries elsewhere in this chapter.


總評 Commentary

The middle of the autobiography is a war record, and Wukong tells it without a flicker of embarrassment. He was given a title, he misused it, he fought the armies of heaven and they could not touch him. Every word is true.

The elixir claim matters more than it looks. Inner alchemy was normally taught by a master to a disciple over decades, and Wukong is saying he refined his own nature himself. In a chapter whose title calls him the Metal Lord — one of the alchemical names for what he stands for — that is not a throwaway boast.