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Chen Guangrui, Going to His Post, Meets Disaster · The River-Float Monk Avenges the Wrong and Requites His Origin

尋祖婆婆
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尋祖婆婆 Seeking the Grandmother

xuánzànghuízhōnggàoguòshīshíbàibiéjìngwǎnghóngzhōuláidàowànhuādiànwèndiànzhǔliúxiǎoèrdào:「niánjiāngzhōuchénguānyǒuqīnzhùzàidiànzhōngjīnhǎome?」liúxiǎoèrdào:「yuánzàidiànzhōnghòuláihūnleyǎnsānniánbìngdiànhuánjīnzàinánméntóuyáoměishàngjiējiàohuāguānjiǔdàojīnyǎoxìnzhīwèi。」xuánzàngtīngshíwèndàonánméntóuyáoxúnzháopopodào:「shēngyīnhǎoérchénguāngruǐ。」xuánzàngdào:「shìchénguāngruǐshìchénguāngruǐdeérziwēnjiāoxiǎojiěshìdeniáng。」podào:「diēniángzěnmelái?」xuánzàngdào:「diēdiēbèiqiángdàoleniángbèiqiángdàozhànwéi。」xuánzànghuízhōnggàoguòshīshíbàibiéjìngwǎnghóngzhōuláidàowànhuādiànwèndiànzhǔliúxiǎoèrdào:「niánjiāngzhōuchénguānyǒuqīnzhùzàidiànzhōngjīnhǎome?」liúxiǎoèrdào:「yuánzàidiànzhōnghòuláihūnleyǎnsānniánbìngdiànhuánjīnzàinánméntóuyáoměishàngjiējiàohuāguānjiǔdàojīnyǎoxìnzhīwèi。」xuánzàngtīngshíwèndàonánméntóuyáoxúnzháopopodào:「shēngyīnhǎoérchénguāngruǐ。」xuánzàngdào:「shìchénguāngruǐshìchénguāngruǐdeérziwēnjiāoxiǎojiěshìdeniáng。」podào:「diēniángzěnmelái?」xuánzàngdào:「diēdiēbèiqiángdàoleniángbèiqiángdàozhànwéi。」


逐句解 Line by line

xuánzànghuízhōnggàoguòshīshíbàibiéjìngwǎnghóngzhōu xuánzànghuízhōnggàoguòshīshíbàibiéjìngwǎnghóngzhōu

Xuanzang wept his way back to the temple, took leave of his master, and set out at once for Hongzhou.

告過師父, having told his master.

láidàowànhuādiànwèndiànzhǔliúxiǎoèrdào láidàowànhuādiànwèndiànzhǔliúxiǎoèrdào

Coming to the Myriad Flowers Inn, he asked the innkeeper Liu the Second:

那店主, that innkeeper (demonstrative , ).

niánjiāngzhōuchénguānyǒuqīnzhùzàidiànzhōngjīnhǎome?」 niánjiāngzhōuchénguānyǒuqīnzhùzàidiànzhōngjīnhǎome?」

'In years past, the traveller Chen, an official of Jiangzhou, had a mother lodging at your inn — how does she fare now?'

客官, a travelling gentleman.

liúxiǎoèrdào:「yuánzàidiànzhōng liúxiǎoèrdào:「yuánzàidiànzhōng

Liu the Second said, 'She was indeed at my inn.'

原在, was formerly at.

hòuláihūnleyǎnsānniánbìngdiànhuán hòuláihūnleyǎnsānniánbìngdiànhuán

'Later she went blind in the eyes, and for three or four years paid me no rent.'

並無店租還我, owed me no rent — ('repay') is huán.

jīnzàinánméntóuyáoměishàngjiējiàohuā jīnzàinánméntóuyáoměishàngjiējiàohuā

'Now she is in a ruined tile-kiln by the south gate, going out each day to beg her bread.'

破瓦窰, a ruined tile-kiln; 叫化度日, to live by begging.

guānjiǔdàojīnyǎoxìnzhīwèi。」 guānjiǔdàojīnyǎoxìnzhīwèi。」

'That gentleman has been gone so long — to this day not a word of him; I cannot tell why.'

杳無信息, no news at all; 為何, why — here is wèi.

xuánzàngtīngshíwèndàonánméntóuyáoxúnzháopo xuánzàngtīngshíwèndàonánméntóuyáoxúnzháopo

When Xuanzang had heard him out, he went straight to the ruined kiln by the south gate and found the grandmother.

尋著, found — is the resultative zháo.

podào:「shēngyīnhǎoérchénguāngruǐ。」 podào:「shēngyīnhǎoérchénguāngruǐ。」

The grandmother said, 'Your voice is much like my son Chen Guangrui's.'

好似, much resembling — is .

xuánzàngdào:「shìchénguāngruǐshìchénguāngruǐdeérzi xuánzàngdào:「shìchénguāngruǐshìchénguāngruǐdeérzi

Xuanzang said, 'I am not Chen Guangrui; I am Chen Guangrui's son.'

兒子, son — neutral zi.

wēnjiāoxiǎojiěshìdeniáng。」 wēnjiāoxiǎojiěshìdeniáng。」

'The lady Wenjiao is my mother.'

, mother.

podào:「diēniángzěnmelái?」 podào:「diēniángzěnmelái?」

The grandmother said, 'Why have your father and mother not come?'

爹娘, father and mother.

xuánzàngdào:「diēdiēbèiqiángdàoleniángbèiqiángdàozhànwéi。」 xuánzàngdào:「diēdiēbèiqiángdàoleniángbèiqiángdàozhànwéi。」

Xuanzang said, 'My father was beaten to death by a brigand, and my mother seized by force as his wife.'

霸占為妻, taken by force as wife — is wéi; 強盜, brigand (, qiáng).


總評 Commentary

The search for the paternal grandmother darkens the chapter's middle: eighteen years of abandonment have left her blind, evicted, and begging from a ruined tile-kiln by the city gate — the human cost of the river-murder reckoned in one ruined old woman. The recognition again works by the conventions of vernacular fiction: first by voice (she hears her dead son in the boy's speech), then by the declaration of kinship and the bad news of the parents' fate. The kiln, the blindness, and the begging set up the small miracle of the next passage.