色色原無色 Form Was Never Form
話表唐僧師眾,使法力阻住那布金寺僧。僧見黑風過處,不見他師徒,以為活佛臨凡,磕頭而回不題。话表唐僧师众,使法力阻住那布金寺僧。僧见黑风过处,不见他师徒,以为活佛临凡,磕头而回不题。
逐句解 Line by line
Form after form, and none of it was ever form; emptiness upon emptiness, and it is not emptiness either.
The chapter opens with an argument instead of a scene, which is unusual and deliberate. Ninety-five chapters in, the pilgrims are eight hundred li from the mountain they set out for, and the book stops to say something about what they have been doing. The two words doing the work are 色 and 空, and they are the two words at the centre of the Heart Sutra, the short text every literate reader of this novel had by heart. There they sit in a famous balance: 色 — form, matter, everything you can see and touch — is not different from 空, emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. ⚠ The line plays a small trick with that. 色 appears three times in five characters and 空 three times in the next five, doubled up front and then knocked down at the end. It reads almost like a man talking himself out of something: form, form — no, never form. Empty, empty — not that either.
Stillness and clamour, speech and silence, were one thing from the beginning; why labour, inside a dream, to expound a dream?
夢裡何勞說夢 is the sharp end of the couplet — the matched pair of lines that makes up each step of this poem — and it is an old Chan line, not this author's invention. Explaining a dream while you are still asleep inside it: the explanation is made of the same stuff as the thing explained, so it cannot get you out. The modern version writes itself. It is arguing about the plot of a film while you are still in the cinema, or trying to describe the water while you are the fish. Any account you give is coming from inside the thing you are trying to stand outside of. ⚠ 夢 is used twice in six characters and it is the only place in the whole chapter the word appears — the rest of Chapter 96 is feasting, book-keeping and a rainstorm.
There is use, and in the middle of use there is no use; there is no merit, and inside merit the work gets done.
功 is merit — specifically the merit you bank by doing good, which in this chapter is about to become very concrete indeed. Kou Hong has vowed to feed ten thousand monks and has fed nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-six of them, and he has been counting. So the couplet is not floating philosophy. It is the chapter's opening position on the exact thing the chapter is about. 無功功裡施功 says that the merit worth having is the merit you were not keeping score of, which is a hard thing to say to a man with a ledger. ⚠ The repetition is the same trick as the first couplet: 用 three times, then 功 three times, each word set against itself.
It is like fruit that ripens red of its own accord: do not ask how it was tended and sown.
After three couplets of paradox the lyric suddenly puts its feet on the ground and talks about an orchard. That is the turn, and it is what makes the poem land: you cannot argue somebody into ripeness. ⚠ 種 is zhòng here, the reading for planting something, not zhǒng, a seed or a kind. 修種 pairs two things a farmer does — tending and sowing — and it answers the fruit in the line above. The pairing appears exactly once in the whole book, so there is no second site to check it against; the argument for the planting reading is that 如何 wants an action after it, and that the picture needs two verbs to work. The rhyme cannot settle it either way, because the whole lyric rhymes on one group — 空, 夢, 功, 種 — and that group takes both readings.
The tale tells how the Tang Monk and his disciples used their powers to hold back the monks of the Jetavana temple.
話表 is a storyteller's throat-clearing — roughly "now, the tale tells" — and it is the signal that the poem is over and the plot is resuming. Chapter 96 uses it once and uses its twin, the other stock opener, once as well; Chapter 95 used the twin three times and this one not at all. The book keeps both in its pocket. 布金寺 is the Jetavana temple, where the pilgrims spent the last two chapters. The name means "spreading gold", and it remembers the story of the merchant who bought the grove where the Buddha taught by covering its ground with gold coins. The novel has been sitting inside that name for three chapters and is now walking out of it.
When the monks saw the dark wind pass and could not find master or disciples, they took them for living Buddhas come down among men, knocked their heads on the ground, and went home. Of that, no more.
The pilgrims have left by conjuring a wind and vanishing into it, which is not a miracle so much as a way of avoiding a long goodbye. The monks kneel to the empty road. ⚠ 以為 is wéi, the reading for taking something to be something — and all three 為 in this chapter want that reading, though the plain dictionary answer gives the other one at every single site. A band of three is not a safe band. 不題 — "of that, no more" — is the storyteller cutting a thread he does not intend to pick up. It is the spoken equivalent of a scene change, and the novel uses it whenever it wants to leave people mid-gesture. These monks are left kneeling for the rest of the book.
A chapter that is going to be about money opens by arguing that merit cannot be counted. That is not an accident of arrangement. What follows is the most domestic episode in the second half of the novel — a rich layman's house, a ledger of monks fed, a banquet, a quarrel about how long to stay — and before any of it starts the book puts a lyric at the door saying that the accounting does not work the way the accountant thinks.
The lyric itself is built out of one move repeated four times: take a word, double it, then deny it. Form is not form. Emptiness is not emptiness. Use contains no use, merit contains no merit. By the fourth couplet the reader is braced for a fifth turn of the same screw, and instead gets fruit ripening on a branch. The argument stops arguing, which is the only way an argument of this kind can end.
Then the plot resumes as flatly as it possibly could: the monks of the last chapter are still standing in the road, they mistake a vanishing trick for a visitation, and the storyteller waves them off in four characters. It is worth noticing how fast the book moves between these two gears. Eight lines of Buddhist metaphysics, and then a group of provincial monks bowing to nobody, dismissed in a breath so the pilgrims can get on the road.