爬出材來 He Climbed Out of His Own Coffin
行者謝辭了菩薩,將他吹化為氣,掉於衣袖之間,同去幽府,復返陽間。駕雲頭,到了寇家,即喚八戒捎開材蓋,把他魂靈兒推付本身。須臾間,透出氣來活了。那員外爬出材來,對唐僧四眾磕頭道:「師父,師父,寇洪死於非命,蒙師父至陰司救活,乃再造之恩。」言謝不已。行者谢辞了菩萨,将他吹化为气,掉于衣袖之间,同去幽府,复返阳间。驾云头,到了寇家,即唤八戒捎开材盖,把他魂灵儿推付本身。须臾间,透出气来活了。那员外爬出材来,对唐僧四众磕头道:「师父,师父,寇洪死于非命,蒙师父至阴司救活,乃再造之恩。」言谢不已。
逐句解 Line by line
Monkey thanked the Bodhisattva and took his leave, blew Kou Hong away into vapour and tucked him into his sleeve, and they went out of the shadowy offices together and returned to the world of light. Riding his cloud, he came to the Kou house and at once called Bajie to prise the coffin lid open, and pushed the soul back into its own body.
吹化為氣 — blew him away into vapour. The middle character means to become or be turned into. THE SEVENTH AND LAST OF THE SEVEN THIS CHAPTER GETS WRONG, out of thirteen: every one of the seven is this verb and every one is read as the preposition. 掉於衣袖之間 — tucked him into his sleeve. A dead man carried home in a sleeve, which is where Monkey keeps everything. 魂靈兒推付本身 — pushed the soul back into its own body. Blunt and physical. The reversal of the three-souls formula that closed Kou Hong's death six thousand four hundred characters ago.
In a moment the breath came through and he was alive. The squire climbed out of the coffin and knocked his head to the Tang monk and his three, saying, "Teacher! Teacher! Kou Hong died out of his proper span, and by your favour was brought back alive from the shades below. This is the kindness of a second making."
爬出材來 — climbed out of the coffin. Not raised, not risen — he climbs out, by himself, which is exactly the right undignified detail. 死於非命 — died out of his proper span. He uses the same phrase the old beancurd-maker used of him at four this morning, and he is now the only person who could know whether it was true. Dizang has just said it was not: his time had come. 再造之恩 — the kindness of a second making. The formal phrase for an unrepayable debt, and here it is literal.
The resurrection takes twenty characters and most of them are logistics: blow him into vapour, put him in a sleeve, fly home, get Bajie to open the lid, push the soul back in. The book spends no wonder on it at all.
The detail that makes it work is that Kou Hong climbs out. He is not raised up or restored to life in a blaze; he gets himself over the side of a coffin in front of his own family and the assembled officials of two administrations, and then kneels down and thanks people.
And the first thing he says is that he died out of his proper span — the very phrase a neighbour used of him before dawn. He has been dead for a day and he still believes it, and the bodhisattva has just told Monkey the opposite. Nobody corrects him.