聚仙庵好殺 A Fine Fight at the Convent
先生喝道:「這潑猢猻!還弄巧舌。我舍侄還是自在為王好,還是與人為奴好?不得無禮,吃我這一鉤!」大聖使鐵棒架住道:「先生莫說打的話,且與些泉水去也。」那先生罵道:「潑猢猻!不知死活。如若三合敵得我,與你水去;敵不過,只把你剁為肉醬,方與我侄子報仇。」大聖罵道:「我把你不識起倒的孽障!既要打,起開來看棍。」那先生如意鉤劈手相還。二人在聚仙庵好殺:先生喝道:「这泼猢狲!还弄巧舌。我舍侄还是自在为王好,还是与人为奴好?不得无礼,吃我这一钩!」大圣使铁棒架住道:「先生莫说打的话,且与些泉水去也。」那先生骂道:「泼猢狲!不知死活。如若三合敌得我,与你水去;敌不过,只把你剁为肉酱,方与我侄子报仇。」大圣骂道:「我把你不识起倒的孽障!既要打,起开来看棍。」那先生如意钩劈手相还。二人在聚仙庵好杀:
逐句解 Line by line
The gentleman shouted, "You impudent ape! Still wagging that clever tongue.
A J4 join: the vocative 這潑猢猻! carries its own terminal and joins forward to the clause on the same source line. 喝 is *hè*, the shout, never *hē*.
Is my brother's son better off free and a king in his own right, or better off another's servant?
Both 還 are *hái* in the 還是…還是 alternative construction, and both 為 are *wéi*, the verb 'to be'. This is the immortal's real objection, and it answers Wukong's argument exactly: a promotion in someone else's household is still someone else's household.
No insolence — take this hook of mine!"
不得 takes 得 as *dé* in the modal sense, may not. Nine graphs, and the conversation is over.
The Great Sage blocked it with his iron rod and said, "Gentleman, let us have no talk of fighting; just give me a little spring water and I'll be off."
打的話 — the 世德堂本 prints 的 where 得 might be expected, and pypinyin mis-defaults it to *dī*. Read *de*, as with 疼的緊 at blk6. This was the predicted silent-error site (watch item W2) and it behaved exactly as forecast.
The gentleman cursed, "Impudent ape! You do not know life from death.
A second J4 join on the same pattern as the first. 不知死活 is the standard vernacular formula for reckless presumption.
If you can hold me for three bouts, I will let you have the water; if you cannot match me, I shall simply chop you into mincemeat and so avenge my nephew."
A J1 join at the ;, which bisects a single conditional. 敵得 is a potential complement, so 得 is *de*; 剁為 takes 為 as *wéi*. The terms are a wager, and the immortal proposes them as though they were reasonable.
The Great Sage cursed back, "You obstruction, that cannot tell up from down! If you want a fight, stand clear and look to my rod."
不識起倒 takes 倒 as *dǎo* by the standing ruling — the idiom is about not knowing which way is up. A J4/J3 join carries the vocative forward and the closing tail back.
The gentleman returned the blow, snatching at him with the as-you-will hook. The two of them fought a fine fight there at the Convent of Assembled Immortals:
劈手相還 takes 還 as *huán*, to give back, and 相 as adverbial *xiāng*. The 好殺: tag joins the narrative segment before it, so the boundary falls on the source's line break.
The holy monk ate in error of the conceiving water; Pilgrim came seeking the As-You-Will Immortal.
The rhapsody opens by restating the causal chain in a single couplet, which is the standard function of the first lines of a battle-piece: it tells the audience what is at stake before the blows begin.
Who could have known the True Immortal was a monster at heart, leaning on his strength to keep the Fetus-Dissolving Spring?
那曉 takes 那 as *nǎ*, the rhetorical 'how should one have known'. 倚強 takes 強 as *qiáng*. The line delivers the narrator's verdict flatly: whatever the man's title, his conduct is a monster's.
And when at last they met and spoke of the feud between them, the contention was not to be settled as one would wish.
相逢 takes 相 as *xiāng*. 如然 — as it should be — closes the line with a formula of frustrated expectation.
Word met word until it turned to vexation; malice of intent and savagery of feeling demanded requital.
僝僽 is a vernacular binome for torment or wrangling, and belongs to the language of Song and Yuan lyric rather than of classical verse. Its appearance in a battle rhapsody is a small register-shift downward.
This one, for a master's stricken life, came begging water; that one, for a nephew's ruin, would not give the spring.
為侄 takes 為 as *wèi*, purposive. The couplet is the rhapsody's fulcrum: 這一個…那一個 sets the two motives in exact parallel and declines to rank them, which is the fairest the poem gets to the immortal's case.
The as-you-will hook more potent than a scorpion's venom; the gold-banded rod more savage than a dragon's crest.
強如 takes 強 as *qiáng*; 似 is *sì*. The weapons are now compared rather than the men, which is how the form marks the transition from argument to combat.
Thrusting wildly at the chest, he plied his fierce might; hooking aslant at the feet, he unfolded his subtle art.
當胸 takes 當 as *dāng*, at or against. 著腳 takes 著 as *zhuó*, applied to — the same construction as 著手, to set hand to. The couplet begins the blow-by-blow, and every line from here to the end names a target and a stroke.
A backhand cast of the rod, and the wound was grave; over the shoulder the hook rose, and near the head it lashed.
傷處 takes 處 as *chù*; 重 is *zhòng*, grave. 陰手 is a backhanded stroke — the vocabulary here is technical rather than poetic.
A rod locking the waist, like a hawk seizing a sparrow; three hooks pressing the crown, like a mantis taking a cicada.
蜋 is printed for 螂 and encoded as printed. Both similes are predator-and-prey and both are drawn from the standard stock — 螳螂捕蟬 carries its own proverb about the hunter who is himself hunted.
Back and forth and back again they strove for the mastery; round upon round they turned and returned once more.
回還 takes 還 as *huán*. Four reduplications in fourteen graphs — 往往來來 and 返返復復 — enact the deadlock they describe.
Hook grappling and rod striking, with no telling first from last; nor could one see on which side lay the winning or the losing.
在那邊 takes 那 as *nǎ*, on which side. The rhapsody closes undecided, which is conventional — the verse states a stalemate and the prose that follows breaks it.
The quarrel breaks on a single sentence, and it is the immortal's best argument: 我舍侄還是自在為王好,還是與人為奴好? Is my nephew better off free and a king, or better off in another's service? Wukong has just explained that Red Boy was not killed but promoted to attend on Guanyin, and this is the reply — that an advancement in somebody else's household is not an advancement at all. The novel gives the objection its full weight and then lets the weapons settle it.
The battle rhapsody that follows is the longest verse passage in the chapter, and it is built on a strict progression. Two couplets of causation restate why the fight is happening; one couplet delivers the narrator's judgement on the immortal; one sets the two motives in exact parallel; then the weapons are compared, and only then does the blow-by-blow begin. Nothing is struck until line seven.
The parallel couplet at the centre — 這一個因師傷命來求水,那一個為侄亡身不與泉 — is the fairest sentence the chapter affords the antagonist. It states both motives in the same grammar, with the same weight, and declines to adjudicate between them. One fights for a master's life, the other for a nephew's ruin. The verse leaves it there.
Two textual notes are worth recording. 僝僽, in the fourth verse couplet, is a vernacular binome from the language of Song and Yuan song-lyric, and its presence in a battle rhapsody is a deliberate drop in register. And the prose carries the chapter's predicted silent error: 莫說打的話 prints 的 where 得 would be expected, and pypinyin reads it *dī*. It is the same 的/得 interchange seen at 疼的緊 and 疼得緊 in the village, and it confirms that the block-print treats the two graphs as one.