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第五十九回
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Tripitaka's Road Is Blocked at the Mountain of Flames · Sun the Pilgrim Contrives the First Fetching of the Banana-Leaf Fan

無影無形
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

無影無形 Blown Away Without A Trace

luóchàxíngzhěxiāngchídàowǎnjiànxíngzhěbàngzhòngquèyòujiěshùzhōuliàodòuguò便biànchūjiāoshànhuǎnghuǎngshànyīnfēngxíngzhěshāndeyǐngxíngxiǎngshōuliúdezhùzhèluóchàshènghuíguīluóchàxíngzhěxiāngchídàowǎnjiànxíngzhěbàngzhòngquèyòujiěshùzhōuliàodòuguò便biànchūjiāoshànhuǎnghuǎngshànyīnfēngxíngzhěshāndeyǐngxíngxiǎngshōuliúdezhùzhèluóchàshènghuíguī


逐句解 Line by line

luóchàxíngzhěxiāngchídàowǎnjiànxíngzhěbàngzhòngquèyòujiěshùzhōuliàodòuguò便biànchūjiāoshànhuǎnghuǎngshànyīnfēngxíngzhěshāndeyǐngxíngxiǎngshōuliúdezhù luóchàxíngzhěxiāngchídàowǎnjiànxíngzhěbàngzhòngquèyòujiěshùzhōuliàodòuguò便biànchūjiāoshànhuǎnghuǎngshànyīnfēngxíngzhěshāndeyǐngxíngxiǎngshōuliúdezhù

The Rākṣasī had held her ground against Pilgrim until evening; but seeing how heavy his cudgel was and how close-knit his play of arms, and reckoning that she could not beat him, she brought out the banana-leaf fan, gave it a shake, and with one fan of the dark wind she blew Pilgrim away without shadow or shape, so that there was no hope of keeping hold of anything.

解數 is the sequence of movements in a martial set, so is jiě and shù. The two are both toneless complements — 搧得無影無形 and 收留得住. is zhòng, heavy. She loses the fight on the merits and wins it with the fan, which is exactly the point the preceding couplet about male hardness had denied.

zhèluóchàshènghuíguī zhèluóchàshènghuíguī

So the Rākṣasī returned home victorious.

得勝 'to gain the victory', with as the of attainment. Seven graphs, flatly stated. The Great Sage has been beaten, and the chapter does not soften it.


總評 Commentary

The prose restates the fight in the flat vocabulary of assessment: his cudgel was heavy, his play of arms close-knit, and she reckoned — — that she could not beat him. She is not panicking. She has fought until evening, taken the measure of her opponent, concluded that she will lose, and reached for the thing that ends it.

And it ends it completely. One shake, one fan of dark wind, and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven is 無影無形, without shadow or shape, with no hope of holding on to anything. There is no struggle and no counter. The novel has spent five chapters establishing that almost nothing can touch him, and the fan does it in a line.

這羅剎得勝回歸 — so the Rākṣasī returned home victorious. Seven graphs, entirely without irony, and it is the only unambiguous defeat Pilgrim suffers in this chapter. The banana-leaf fan has just demonstrated why an entire district worships its owner once every ten years.