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23 Friday May 2025

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Act II, Blood Bodhisattva, 血菩萨, poem, Poetry, retelling, Titus Andronicus, wuxia

发烧梦 / FEVER DREAM.
「天如焦帛,血肉未忘所吞之誓。」
The sky like scorched silk; the flesh has not forgotten the vows it was forced to swallow.

第二幕,第一场 / Act 2, Scene 1

[沙漠边缘,枯树下。]
[Edge of the desert, under a dead tree.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ
“昨日身陷桎梏……今日?”
“Yesterday, in chains … Today?”
[她将手按向地面;大地发出痛苦的哀鸣。]
[She lays a hand against the ground; it cries in anguish.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ [cont.]
“哈。连沙砾都畏惧我的触碰。”
“Hah. Even the sand recoils from my touch.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“如今我们被抛弃了,母亲却在宫里舔着萨顿的靴子。”
“Now we are abandoned, and Mother licks Sàtǔn’s boots in the Palace.”

[巴希拉从阴影中现身。]
[Bǎ Xī Lā rises from out of the shadows.]

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“迷途的小蛇,你们和我一样饥肠辘辘吧?想尝尝神明的血肉么?”
“Lost little snakes, are you as hungry as I am? Do you want to taste the flesh and blood of the gods?”

[巴希拉作势要拥抱蓝毒。她后退一步。]
[Bǎ Xī Lā moves as if to embrace Lán Dú. She steps back.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“吻我,就是自取灭亡。”
“To kiss me is to destroy yourself.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“你向一个无人得见的神明祈祷,但这救不了你。我们的贪欲……足以招致灭顶之灾。”
“You pray to a god no one can see, but it cannot save you. Our greed … is enough to bring disaster.”

[巴希拉猛地拽过黑都,粗暴地吻住她。他的脸并未因她的毒液而溃烂……毫无异状。]
[Bǎ Xī Lā suddenly grabs Hēi Dú and roughly kisses her. Instead of his face melting from her poison … nothing happens.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“怎么可能?那绝非武学!那是……”
“How is that possible? That’s no martial art! That’s …”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“邪术?’那兽被赐予一张口,用以吐出狂言与亵渎之语。'”
“Deviltry? ‘And the beast was given a mouth to utter proud words and blasphemies.'”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“你为何跟踪我们?有何企图?”
“Why are you following us? What do you want?”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“小丫头,你的毒液连耶和华都要避让,而我,早已凌驾于耶和华之上。”
“Little girl, even Yahweh would shun your venom—but I have already surpassed Yahweh.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“‘耶和华?'”
“‘Yahweh’?”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“异族语言的异族词汇。我的舌头尝过你,滋味……妙不可言。”
“A foreign word from a foreign tongue. My tongue has tasted you, and the flavor … divine.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“你究竟想要什么?”
“What exactly do you want?”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“《五毒女经》有云:’凡以腹匍匐者,皆为不洁。’我只要你们最珍视之物。”
“The Five Poisons Scripture says: ‘All that crawl on their bellies are an abomination.’ I want only what you hold most dear.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“我们的贞洁岂容你玷污!”
“We won’t let you defile our chastity!”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“‘处女之身’?真古怪。不,小蛇们,我渴望的是你们丹田里盘绕的……你们毒液般的黑色莲花。”
“‘Chastity’? Quaint. No, little snakes, I desire the black lotus curled in your Dāntián … your venomous core.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“我不明白。”
“I don’t understand.”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“当然。你、你母亲、宫里那群蠢货……无人知晓末日为何物,更不知它如何降临。”
“Of course you don’t. You, your mother, those fools in the Palace … none of you know what the end of days means, let alone how it arrives.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“‘末日’?无稽之谈。”
“‘Doomsday’? Ridiculous.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“你说话像打哑谜。”
“You speak in riddles.”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“唯有不信者才觉得晦涩。你们渴望不可得之物。只要忠于这份渴望,自会得偿所愿。”
“Only the faithless find it obscure. You hunger for what cannot be had. Stay loyal to that hunger—and it shall be fed.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“‘有奖励吗?'”
“‘Rewarded’?”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“你岂知我们心中所想?”
“How do you know what lies in our hearts?”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“呵!我岂会不知?明日,我们尊贵的新皇后将携众人出宫透气。沙漠中有片绿洲时隐时现,人称诅咒之地……却有鹿群冒险饮水。”
“Hah! How could I not know? Tomorrow, our noble new empress will lead the court beyond the palace walls. There’s an oasis in the desert, a cursed place that comes and goes … yet the deer still dare drink from it.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“然后呢?”
“Then what?”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“不仅仅是欲望。不仅仅是荣耀。你所追求的是……”
“Not just desire. Not just glory. What you seek is …”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“复仇。”
“Revenge.”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“为你妹妹。为你母亲。明日,那群蝇营狗苟之徒将散落在诅咒之水畔,浑然不觉……任人宰割。”
“For your sister. For your mother. Tomorrow, those petty parasites will be spread along the banks of cursed waters, oblivious … ripe for slaughter.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
[恍然] “便于我们……设伏。”
[Suddenly] “It’ll make it easy for us … to set an ambush.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“……如果我们自己去打猎的话!”
“… if we do a little hunting of our own!”

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.
“正是。”
“Exactly.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“巴希拉,妙极!初来时还以为你不过是母亲的玩物……没想到竟是五毒宗高人。”
“Bǎ Xī Lā, brilliant! When I arrived, I thought you were just Mother’s pet … but you’re a true master of the Five Poisons Sect.”

黑都 / HĒI DÚ.
“姐姐,回宫!明日必有好戏。”
“Sister, let’s return to the Palace! Tomorrow, the real show begins.”

[双胞胎离去,她们的残影如热浪中的蜃楼,缓缓消散。]
[The twins depart. Their afterimages shimmer like heat mirages and slowly vanish.]

巴希拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ
“快滚吧,小蜈蚣。你们五毒教终将覆灭。纵是耶和华也会骇然背过脸去。’……见有一匹灰色马,骑在马上的,名为死亡,阴府紧随其后。'”
“Run along, little centipedes. Your Five Poisons Sect will be destroyed. Even Yahweh would turn his face in horror. ‘And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.'”

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童笑浮荒泉,蛊梦沿风绽。

地心封旧咒,尸花向火眠。

The child’s laughter floats above desolate springs, where cursed dreams bloom along the wind.

The earth’s heart seals an old curse and corpse-flowers sleep toward the flame.

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[第二幕,第二场][Act 2, Scene 2]

“无童之地传童笑,大地屏息忘自生。“

“When children laugh where none should be, the earth forgets to breathe.“

[努尔绿洲,塔克拉玛干沙漠某处][Nur Oasis, somewhere in the Taklimakan Desert]

[天母、铁影、铁血、铁炼上。]
[Tiān Mǔ, Tiě Yīng, Tiě Xuè, and Tiě Lián enter.]

铁影 / TIĚ YĪNG
“不对劲…“
“Something’s wrong…”

天母 / TIĀN MǓ
“……此地的风水已绝。我戎马半生,从未感受过这般死寂。连龙脉都凝滞不行。“
“…The feng shui of this place is dead. I have been a soldier half my life, and never have I felt such dead silence. Even the dragon veins are stagnant.”

[铁血检查水池。]
[Tiě Xuè inspects the pool.]

铁血 / TIĚ XUÈ
“绿洲将枯,无花果树亦干渴哀鸣。“
“The oasis is dying, and the fig trees cry out in thirst.”

[铁影见一只蝎子从无花果树上窜下,自蜇而亡,死状痛苦。]
[Tiě Yīng sees a scorpion scurry down from a fig tree and sting itself, dying in agony.]

铁影 / TIĚ YĪNG
“连蝎子都宁可自戕,也不愿困死于此。“
“Even the scorpion kills itself rather than be trapped here.”

[一具鹿尸侧卧水边,似中毒而亡。秃鹫盘旋其上。]
[A deer carcass lies on its side near the water, as if poisoned. Vultures circle above.]

铁血 / TIĚ XUÈ
“食腐的秃鹫盘旋不落,尽管…“
“The carrion birds circle, yet do not land, even though…”

[铁血踢向鹿尸,尸身骤然翻涌出饥饿的蛆虫。]
[Tiě Xuè kicks the deer; the carcass erupts with ravenous maggots.]

铁血 / TIĚ XUÈ [cont.]
“…噁,尽是蛆虫!“
“…Disgusting—maggots everywhere!”

天母 / TIĀN MǓ
“唯有死神,方对这盛宴趋之若鹜。“
“Only the god of death is drawn to such a feast.”

[天母、铁影、铁血、铁炼下。蝉鸣骤止。远处忽闻孩童笑声…然方圆数里,杳无人迹。蓝毒与黑毒自阴影中现身。]
[Tiān Mǔ, Tiě Yīng, Tiě Xuè, and Tiě Lián exit. The cicadas fall silent. In the distance, a child’s laughter echoes… but for miles around, there is no one. From the shadows step Lán Dú and Hēi Dú.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“姐姐,让他们逐鹿去吧。“
“Sister, let them chase deer if they wish.”

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ.
“猎人也终成猎物。瞧!“
“Even hunters become prey. Look!”

[白丝与天佑自水池对侧上,浑然不觉周遭异样。二人未察双胞胎,旋即离去。]
[Bái Sī and Tiān Yòu enter from the opposite side of the pool, oblivious to the strange aura. They do not see the Twins and quickly leave.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“是皇后那妹妹!“
“The Empress’s little sister!”

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ.
“还有那个迂腐的小诗人…“
“And that foolish little poet…”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“…写那首歪诗的家伙。“
“…the one who wrote that crooked poem.”

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ.
“‘双蛇交缠‘……我记得是这句。“
“‘Two snakes entwined’… I remember the line.”

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
“如果我们用猩红色书写,听起来会不会更美丽?“
“Would it not be more beautiful, written in scarlet?”

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ.
“题在他胸口如何?“
“Perhaps carved into his chest?”

[二人身影融入热浪。绿洲骤归死寂, 忽而无花果树泣泪。浓稠琥珀泪珠顺树皮滚落,在根部汇成诡谲形状。阴影中,童声再度响起,此番却成歌谣:
[The Twins melt into the heat shimmer. The oasis is still once more, until the fig trees begin to weep. Thick amber tears roll down their bark and pool at the roots, forming strange shapes. From the shadows, the child’s voice returns, this time in rhyme:

童声 / CHILD’S VOICE.
“金木水火土…
五行倒逆,
尸骨绽花。“
“Metal, wood, water, fire, earth…
The Five Elements invert,
Corpses bloom like flowers.”

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[第二幕,第三场] [Act 2, Scene 3]

“她跪如祭台,他灌她以诅咒、烈火与深渊之种。“

“She knelt like an altar; he filled her with curse, flame and the seed of the abyss.“

[绿洲之心,一棵根系焦黑、枝干虬结的无花果树下。]

[The Oasis’s Heart, a gnarled fig tree with blackened roots.]

巴希拉登场,手握一颗燃烧的人心,其中充盈着窃来的真气。他低语时,心脏搏动,血管中黑金光芒流转。

Bǎ Xī Lā enters, holding a burning human heart he has been filling with stolen qi. It pulses as he talks to it, veins glowing black and gold.

巴希拉/ BǍ XĪ LĀ.

“瘟疫啊!我一点一滴将你铸成——用幻象、谶语与邪咒。三十枚银币?犹大般的交易,换这一杯渎神的元气。“

“Pestilence! I fashioned you piece by piece—with visions, prophecies, and curses. Thirty pieces of silver? A Judas-like bargain for a cup of blasphemous spirit.”

[一声异响。心脏骤冷,倏然生出蟹足般的附肢,钻入他的衣袍。]

[A noise. The heart cools. It sprout crab-like legs and scurries into his robes.]

巴希拉/ BǍ XĪ LĀ [cont.]

“啊,第十一灾, 蝗虫之母亲临。 “

“Ah, here comes the Eleventh Plague, the Mother of Locusts herself.”

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

[大狼上。] “爱人!终得独处。我对你的爱,如风将阴影缝入大地之肤,永不可解。“

[Entering.] “Lover! At last we are alone. My love for you is like the wind stitching shadows into the earth’s skin, it can never be undone.”

巴希拉/ BǍ XĪ LĀ.

“好诗。我的爱人……渴求何物?“

“Pretty poetry … What does my love desire?”

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

“将那蠢妇天母驱至我面前,听她子嗣的哀哭……“

“To drive that fool Tiān Mǔ before me and hear the lamentation of her children …”

[大狼的手滑向他胸膛。]

[Dá Láng’s hand slides down his chest.]

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG [cont.]

“但首先,请让我把你的祈祷吞进喉咙……直到欲呕。“

“But first let me swallow your prayers down my throat … until I gag.”

巴希拉/ BǍ XĪ LĀ.

“红鸾星指引你的欲望……利维坦的疯狂在我的血液中流淌。翡翠帝国今日必须覆灭,因为主只爱破碎的容器。“

“The Crimson Luan Star guides your lust … but the madness of Leviathan flows in my blood. Today the Jade Empire will shatter for the Lord loves a Broken Vessel.”

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

“哦?“

“Oh?”

巴希拉/ BǍ XĪ LĀ.

[递信。] “将此信呈予你的皇后。莫问。“

[Hands her a letter.] “Give this to your Empress. Ask nothing.”

[二人接吻时,大狼血脉骤染漆黑。她狂喜战栗,巴希拉微笑如尸,目光死寂。大狼踉跄退场,神魂俱醉。]

[As they kiss Dà Láng’s veins briefly turn black. She is in rapture. Bǎ Xī Lā smiles like a corpse, his eyes dead. Dà Láng stagger away, intoxicated.]

巴希拉/ BǍ XĪ LĀ [cont.]

“达朗,别祈求,耶和华早已注定你的结局。你真是个‘破碎的器皿‘。我的儿子会从你的腹中诞生……而‘他必以铁杖击碎众生‘。” [下。]

“Ask for nothing, Dà Láng, for Yahweh has already decreed your end. ‘Broken vessel’ indeed. From your womb alone my son will burst … and ‘He shall break them with a rod of iron’.” [Exits.]

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[第二幕,第四场] [Act 2, Scene 4]

[被诅咒的绿洲另一隅。]

[Another corner of the cursed Oasis.]

白丝与天佑上。此处的绿洲死寂——连风都凝滞。大狼自阴影中浮现,手中已无信笺。

Bái Sī and Tiān Yòu enter. The Oasis here is too quiet—even the wind has died. Dà Láng melts out of the shadows. She no longer carries the letter.

白丝/ BÁI SĪ.

[惊退] “玉门妃……为何独行?你的狼群何在?“

[Startled.] “Consort of the Jade Gate… why are you walking alone? Where are your wolves?”

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

“我独行无狼,而命运……悬于发丝。“

“I run with no wolves but my fate hangs from a hair’s breadth.”

[黑毒与蓝毒现形——非自树间,而是从绿洲池水的倒影中渗出。]

[Hēi Dú and Lán Dú emerge—not from the trees, but from reflections in the oasis pool.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.

“母亲,您燃如烈火。这些飞蛾……是否扑得太近了?“

“Mother, you burn like fire … Did these moths flutter too close?”

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

“飞蛾?确实。这些恼人的小翅膀……该如何处置?“

“Moths? Yes, it is so … What do we do with irritating little wings?”

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ.

“碾碎便是。” [刺向白丝]

“We crush them.” [She stabs Bái Sī.]

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.

“此乃孝道。” [同刺白丝]

“Our filial duty.” [She also stabs Bái Sī.]

[白丝任脉如琵琶弦骤断,末音哽于喉间。她呕出尘土,气绝身亡。远处,萨屯的猎号声隐约可闻。]

[Bái Sī’s Ren meridian snaps like a lute string, the last note chokes in her throat. She vomits dust and dies. In the distance Sà Tǔn’s hunting horn sounds.]

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

“命运发丝,已成谶语。够了。“

“A hair’s breadth of fate was prophetic. Enough.”

[指向蜷缩的天佑。]

[Indicating the cowering Tiān Yòu.]

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG [cont.]

“扔去鸦雀不食之地。” [下。]

“Dump them both where even crows won’t peck.” [Exits.]

[黑毒与蓝毒拖走天佑与白丝尸身。]

[Hēi Dú and Lán Dú drag Tiān Yòu and the body of Bái Sī away.]

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[第二幕,第五场] [Act II, Scene V]

道如腐果裂,众徒以人之残息哺养深渊。

“The Tao split open like rotten fruit, and from its guts they fed the pit with men’s torn breath.”
[绿洲另一隅——天启之渊。]
[Another part of the Oasis – Abyss of Revelation.]
此坑非寻常洞穴,乃大地溃烂之创。空中蝇群嗡鸣,蓝黑肥躯振翅,声如丧钟哀歌。坑缘沙地染同心圆痕,层层淤黑,似地面自渗污血。
The pit isn’t just a hole—it’s a festering wound in the earth. The air hums with flies, their bodies fat and blue-black, their drone like a funeral dirge. The sand around the rim is stained in concentric rings—darker with each layer, as if the ground itself bleeds inward.

黑毒与蓝毒将白丝尸身掷入其中,复推天佑抵于无花果树。蓝毒挥刃刺穿其掌,将其钉于树干。Hēi Dú and Lán Dú dump Bái Sī’s body into the pit. They shove Tiān Yòu against a fig tree. Lán Dú drives her blade through his palm, pinning him to the trunk.
蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
[以指甲描画其发黑血管。]
“让我们以猩红墨汁……重谱你的诗篇。”
[Tracing the blackening veins with her nail.]
“Let’s rewrite your poetry… in scarlet ink.”
[黑毒上前,钩剑泛着腐煞黑光。她精准刻下『逆』字于其胸。腐毒与其真气相触,字符处青烟嘶嘶。]
Hēi Dú steps forward, her hook-sword glowing dully with Black Rot. With surgical precision, she carves the character “
逆” (Rebel) into his chest. Smoke hisses where the necrotic poison touches his qi.
天佑 / TIĀN YÒU.
[弓背痉挛。]
“呃—!”
[Back arching.]
“Ai—!”
[天佑惨叫惊起栖鸦,黑羽纷飞如风暴。其唇上黑筋盘曲,扭曲成诡笑。]
Tiān Yòu’s scream startles the nesting crows. They explode into flight, black feathers whipping like a storm. His lips, veined with black, curl into something grotesque.

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ.
[模仿昔日对其姊妹所施之仪。]
“道生一,
一生二,
二生三,
三生……尸骸。”
[Mimicking the ritual once performed on their sister.]
“The Tao begets One,
One begets Two,
Two begets Three,
Three begets… corpses.”
[她的手指敲击——大杵,杵中,命门。]
Her fingers strike—Dàzhùi, Jǐzhōng, Mìngmén.
[每个穴位都破裂了。银色的气从天佑身上喷涌而出。]
Each pressure point cracks. Silver qi erupts from Tiān Yòu’s body.

黑毒 / HĒI DÚ [cont.]
[以拔罐术吸取逸散真气。]
“多刺耳的乐音啊…”
[雾气凝成『仇恨』二字,复从其指间流散。]
“…配你这丑角,倒也相宜。”
[Cupping the escaping qi.]
“Such ugly music…”
[The mist shapes into the characters for ‘hatred’ (仇恨), then dissolves between her fingers.]
“…for such an ugly boy.”
[天佑昏死,手掌仍钉于树。黑血沿树纹淤积,汇成不可辨之咒纹。]
Tiān Yòu collapses unconscious, his hand still pinned to the tree. Black blood pools in the bark’s grooves, forming illegible curse-script.

蓝毒 / LÁN DÚ.
[踢其瘫躯。]
“滚回家吧,小诗人。若有人问起谁将你’去势’……便以沉默代我等作答。”
[Kicking his limp form.]
“Run home, little poet. If anyone asks who castrated you… let silence speak for us.”
[黑毒与蓝毒狞笑退场,独留天佑瘫于巨坑之畔。鸦群归来,默然盘旋,在其顶上结成黑冕。]
Laughing, Hēi Dú and Lán Dú exit, leaving Tiān Yòu crumpled beside the yawning pit. The crows return—circling silently above, forming a cursed black crown over his head.

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[第二幕,第六场]
[Act 2, Scene 6]

“鲜血沿饥渴深渊滴落,古神舔唇欲动。“

“Where blood weeps down the hungry pit, the old gods lick their lips.”
[
铁血与铁炼仍在狩猎,自空地另一端上。二人骤停,紧盯天启之渊,却未见天佑瘫倒树后。二人趋近渊缘,俯身窥视。蝇群嗡鸣。]
Still part of the hunt, Tiě Xuè and Tiě Lián enter from the opposite side of the clearing. They stop and stare at the sinkhole. They fail to see the motionless body of Tiān Yòu, crumpled behind the tree. They approach the edge and cautiously peer down into it. The air buzzes with flies.
铁血 / TIĚ XUÈ.
[眯眼] “我看见……阴影蠕动。如蛆虫自渊底攀爬。[干呕] 这腐臭——!“
[Squinting.] “I see… shadows writhing. Like maggots crawling up from the bottom. [Retches.] The stench—!”
[
蝇群骤然散开,二女骇然失色。]
Suddenly the cloud of flies parts. Both women recoil in horror.
铁炼 / TIĚ LIÁN.
“狼母在上!是白丝!她双目尽失……蝇群正在她口中产卵!“
“Wolf Mother! It’s Bái Sī! Her eyes … gone! The flies, laying eggs in her mouth!”
[
铁血和铁炼惊恐地对视着。突然,铁血注意到了弟弟的尸体。]
Tiě Xuè and Tiě Lián stare at each other, sick with horror. Suddenly Tiě Xuè sees her brother’s lifeless body.
铁血 / TIĚ XUÈ.
“不不不不不不!小弟弟!“
“No, no, no, no, no! Little brother!”
[
未及反应,萨屯与达朗率皇后亲卫冲入空地。]
Before they can react, Sàtǔn and Dà Láng rush in with the Empress’s Guards.
萨屯 / SÀTǓN.
[凝视深渊] “不,这不可能……白丝岂会……“
[Staring into the abyss.] “No… this can’t be… Bái Sī would never…”大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.
“‘地狱之渊,地狱之行‘——信中所言,分毫不差。“
“‘A hellish hole for a hellish deed’—exactly as the letter warned.”铁血 / TIĚ XUÈ.
“陛下,我们未曾——!方至此处——!“
“Your Majesty, we didn’t—! We only just arrived—!”大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.
“‘恶兽当自深渊崛起‘……此信亦早有预警!“
“‘The beast shall rise from the pit’… That was in the warning, too!”萨屯 / SÀTǓN.
[仍陷震骇] “吾姐素恨沙漠……曾说风声如鬼魅咀嚼骨渣。她……“
[Still reeling.] “My sister hated the desert… said the wind there sounded like ghosts chewing bone shards. She…”
[如初见般瞪视铁血二人。]
She turns to Tiě Xuè and Tiě Lián as if seeing them for the first time.萨屯 / SÀTǓN [cont.]
“尔等!天母之女!满口谎言!“
“You! Daughters of Tiān Mǔ! You speak nothing but lies!”
[
天母与铁影上,浑然未觉渊边异状。]
Tiān Mǔ and Tiě Yīng enter, unaware of what has transpired by the pit.
天母 / TIĀN MǓ.
“皇后陛下,闻号角声便速至。此绿洲每每移目即变……狩猎如何?可擒得猎物?“
“My Empress, I came at once upon hearing the horn. This oasis shifts each time I look away… How goes the hunt? Have you trapped the prey?”大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.
“‘绿洲变幻‘?荒唐!老妪妄言,孰能信之!“
“‘The oasis shifts’? Nonsense! Mad talk from an old crone—who would believe it?”萨屯 / SÀTǓN.
[暴怒] “天母!汝竟敢现身于此!?“
[Exploding in fury.] “Tiān Mǔ! You dare show your face here!?”大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.
“待她与[冷笑]’铁刃‘残杀白丝之后……“
“After she and her [sneering] ‘Iron Blades’ butchered Bái Sī…”天母 / TIĀN MǓ.
[惊颤] “‘谋杀‘?“
[Shaken.] “Murdered…?”大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.
“……偏等我们抵达,才故作悠哉现身,与信中所预言如出一辙。“
“…And now she waits to appear calm and composed—exactly as the letter foretold.”萨屯 / SÀTǓN.
“亲卫!此乃叛国弑君之罪!朕早知不该信尔等!“
“Guards! This is treason—regicide! I knew we should never have trusted you!”天母 / TIĀN MǓ.
“白丝夫人……已遭不测?“
“Madam Bái Sī… is truly gone?”大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.
“装傻!你再看看……” [指着天佑] “……为了制造一个完美的不在场证明,她竟然折磨自己的儿子!“
“Feigning ignorance now, are you? Look again… [Points to Tiān Yòu.] …To craft her perfect alibi, she tortured her own son!”
[
萨屯、天母、铁影俱震,望向天佑残躯。一时寂然。天母踉跄上前,双臂虚悬,面如槁木。]
Sàtǔn, Tiān Mǔ, and Tiě Yīng all stare in stunned silence at Tiān Yòu’s broken body. Tiān Mǔ staggers forward, arms trembling in the air, her face ashen and hollow.
萨屯 / SÀTǓN.
[怒极] “将这老狐孽种捆了!朕要亲创酷刑——天命昭昭,必令其痛彻神魂!“
[Furious beyond reason.] “Bind these vixen whelps! I’ll invent tortures myself—by Heaven’s Mandate, they’ll suffer in soul and flesh!”
[
亲卫拖铁血二人下。天母抱起天佑,失语退场。余众随下。]
The Empress’s Guards drag Tiě Xuè and Tiě Lián off. Tiān Mǔ gathers Tiān Yòu in her arms, speechless, and exits. The others follow.
[
静场良久。五目蟾蜍上,体沾墓灰,喉间第五目——一道竖隙——搏动不止。其鸣三声同现:临终牧师的祷词
新娘喉间的窒泣
利齿碾骨的脆响蟾蜍转目,锁定深渊。长舌突伸——节节畸长——舔舐渊缘白丝凝血,战栗欢愉。]
A long silence. Then the Five-Eyed Toad enters, its skin dusted with tomb-ash. Its fifth eye— a vertical slit on its throat—pulses. It croaks, and three sounds emerge at once:
— A priest’s final prayer
— A bride’s strangled gasp
— The crunch of bone between teeth
The toad’s eyes swivel, fixing on the sinkhole. Its tongue lashes out—jointed, grotesquely long—and tastes the blood Bái Sī left behind. It quivers in ecstasy.

huli jing [act ii]

24 Tuesday Mar 2015

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HULI JING: the 9-tailed fox

[a reworking of Giraudoux’s Ondine]

ACT II

Huli Jing, a 9-tailed fox-spirit.
Jinggu, a Wu-Shaman.
Niu and Qui (Huli Jing’s human parents)
The Voices of Male and Female Forest-Spirits; the Young Girl With No Eyes; Old Man With Ivy in His Hair (various forest-demons and gods)

][][

Nighttime in a roadside inn
somewhere in mythological China.
All the characters are in the exact
same places as before.

JINGGU
And then that happened.

NIU
Lord Buddha knows, madam, he won’t listen to anyone whenever he gets into one of his moods. It’s always, “These damn mortals this” and “These damn mortals that” and “Wait until the Queen of the huli-jing hears about this” –

JINGGU
Huli-jing?

QUI
Fox demons, madam.

NIU [waving her hand in the air]
Superstitious nonsense, that’s what I call it.

JINGGU
Well, shut him up in his room and refuse to feed him.

QUI
He never eats food, at least not as far as we can tell. And no door seems to actually be able to hold him.

JINGGU [shrugging]
How curious. O well, I’m still hungry. Go and fricassee another rabbit, will you?

QUI [sadly]
I’m afraid that was the last one.

JINGGU
O dear! But what about my hunger pains?

NIU
Pains, madam? We have got a salted trout, though. Qui will bring you that instead.

[Exit Qui]

NIU
I’m very sorry that he annoyed you, madam.

JINGGU
He annoyed me because he spoke the truth. We shamans are as vain as peacocks … at least the male ones are. I guess that would make me as vain as a peahen. What does a peahen have to be vain about? [Shudders.] Nasty birds. Where was I?

NIU
Vanity?

JINGGU
O yes! You know, my good innkeeper, most of my colleagues think, at least I think that they think, that just because we can talk to gods and purify invisible things in the air, that somehow it makes us better than other people.

QUI [calling from the kitchen]
I can’t find the trout anywhere, Niu, dear.

[Sighing, Niu goes out to the kitchen. For a moment nothing happens, then Jinggu gets up and attempts to dry her robes by the fire, humming to herself, “I dropped the berry in a stream/ And caught a little silver trout.” Failing at that she raises the hems and attempts to dry her thighs. Silently Huli Jing enters and comes up behind her.]

HULI JING [whispering into Jinggu’s ear]
My name’s Huli Jing.

[Jinggu, startled, drops the hems and quickly tries to smooth down her robes.]

JINGGU [turning around, embarrassed]
O! It’s you! Yes, er, Huli Jing, did you say? Ah! That’s a very pretty name, er, for a boy. Someone was just saying something about a huli-something – now what was it?

HULI JING
You’re Jinggu and I’m Huli Jing. I think those are the loveliest names in the world, don’t you?

JINGGU [humoring and slightly condescending]
Ah! But what about Huli Jing and Jinggu?

HULI JING
O, no! Jinggu must come first, she’s the mortal, she’s got to go first. Mortals are the ones who believe in us, so they give all the orders. Huli Jing will simply walk a step behind Jinggu.

JINGGU
They do? He does?

HULI JING [clapping his hands excitedly]
Yes! And he doesn’t even speak.

JINGGU
Er, Huli Jing doesn’t speak? How on earth does he manage that magic?

HULI JING [giggling]
It’s no magic! Jinggu is always a step ahead of Huli Jing: at Court – in bed – into the grave. [Suddenly ridiculously serious, peering up into Jinggu’s face.] Jinggu has to die first; it’s the natural order of things. But don’t worry, Huli Jing hates to be alone. So he’ll kill himself, too.

JINGGU
What are you talking about? Who has to die?

HULI JING
Huli Jing’s beloved, of course. Isn’t that what is suppose to happen in all the great romances?

JINGGU [sitting back down at the table]
I’ve never understood why the younger generation thinks that dying is always somehow romantic. Staying alive is much harder and proof that you have something to stick around for.

HULI JING
O, don’t worry! Huli Jing’s beloved doesn’t die immediately, of course. That would be silly. Tell me that you love me!

JINGGU
Boy, I’ve only known you a few minutes, and here you are predicting that I’m going to die? I thought that we weren’t speaking, anyway, because of the rabbit.

HULI JING
Silly rabbit. Serves it right for being so trusting. It should have kept away from mortals if it didn’t want to be part of a sacrificial ceremony. That’s what shamans do, right? Sacrifice things? Even Huli Jing? I’m trusting too, aren’t I? Now you’ll sacrifice me just like the rabbit.

JINGGU
Sacrifice? Why, for all the celestial gods, would I sacrifice you?

HULI JING
Vanity? Pride? Love?

JINGGU
Didn’t your mysterious friend out there in the dark woods warn you away from love?

HULI JING [wrinkling his nose]
Pfff. She was talking nonsense.

JINGGU
It couldn’t have been a very long conversation, you were only gone for a few minutes.

HULI JING
I’m a very fast listener when I’m afraid.

JINGGU
You’re afraid of the woods?

HULI JING
I was afraid that you might leave me while I was gone. She said that you’ll betray me.

JINGGU
How could I betray you? I’ve only just met you.

HULI JING
How could you say that you loved me?

JINGGU
I haven’t.

HULI JING
But you will. Still, she said that you weren’t beautiful, so if she can be wrong about that she can be wrong about other things, too.

JINGGU
There you go, flirting with older women. What about you, then? Should I tell you that you are handsome?

HULI JING [giggling]
O, that’s up to you … I’ll look be whatever you want me to be. I’ve always liked the word “handsome” and I’ve always liked the word “beautiful,” so either way is fine.

JINGGU
You are a very strange little boy. Did she say anything else?

HULI JING
Who?

JINGGU
Your friend.

HULI JING
She said if I kissed you, I’d be lost. I don’t know why, because I wasn’t even thinking of your lips – then.

JINGGU [startled, touches her lips with a finger]
Kiss me? Are you thinking about them now?

HULI JING
Desperately. But don’t worry, even though you’ll be kissed tonight I think it’s lovely to wait, that’s all. So that we’ll remember this time later – the time when you hadn’t kissed me.

JINGGU
My dear child –

[As Huli Jing’s fox-magic begins to work upon her Jinggu finds herself blushing and breathing harder, despite her best attempts otherwise.]

HULI JING
We’ll both remember the time when you hadn’t told me that you loved me, either. But you needn’t wait anymore. Come on, tell me. Here I am; my lips are so close to yours. Tell me.

JINGGU [blinking and trying to focus]
Do all boys your age act this way? I never know, I grew up with sisters.

HULI JING
Are all mortals as slow as you? I only want to do the right thing. Would you like it better if I sat in your lap? Then you could feel everything.

[Huli Jing climbs onto Jinggu’s lap and runs his hand inside her robes, fondling her.]

JINGGU
Look here, you’re mad! I’m old enough to be your aunt.

HULI JING
I already have an aunt and she is much older than you.

JINGGU
Then … I’ll be your younger, far prettier aunt.

[While Huli Jing kisses Jinggu’s neck and breasts an otherworldly male voice is heard outside the window.]

MALE FOREST-SPIRIT
Huli Jing!

HULI JING [turning to the window]
Shut up! Nobody asked for your opinion!

JINGGU [gasping, her head swimming]
O! I, er, who are you talking to?

HULI JING
Pfff, neighbors.

JINGGU [trying to disengage from Huli Jing, failing]
But … O! But I thought that this was the only house for miles?

HULI JING
There are spiteful gods everywhere. They’re jealous of me.

FEMALE FOREST-SPIRIT
Huli Jing!

JINGGU
They’re … they’re delightful, these voices.

HULI JING
No, they’re not, it’s just my name that you think is delightful.

[The face of the Young Girl With No Eyes appears at the window.]

YOUNG GIRL WITH NO EYES
Huli Jing!

HULI JING
Go away!

[The Young Girl vanishes.]

JINGGU
Is that the friend that you were talking about?

HULI JING
My aunt? No. [Shouting out to the woods.] You’re too late! I’m kissing her! She loves me!

[Huli Jing slides off Jinggu’s lap and disappears under her robes. The face of the Old Man appears at the window.]

OLD MAN
Huli Jing!

HULI JING [muffled]
I can’t hear you!

[The Old Man vanishes.]

HULI JING [coming up for air, shouting over his shoulder]
Anyway, it’s too late, I tasted her essence and even you know what happens then!

[A noise from the kitchen doorway is heard. Jinggu stands, drunkenly trying to rearrange her robes, with some success.]

JINGGU [feeling just how much her cheeks are glowing]
O! I! My! Me! Your parents are coming –

[Huli Jing stands while Niu and Qui enter.]

QUI
Please, madam, I don’t know how to tell you, but we seem to have lost the trout!

HULI JING [carelessly]
Yes, I know, I hid it so that you’d leave us in peace. But it’s cooking now, even as we speak.

NIU
O, you wild boy!

HULI JING [giggling]
I haven’t wasted my time, either. Jinggu is going to marry me, my dear parents! The mystical Madam Jinggu, subduer of mountain demons and purifier of the Emperor’s essence, is going to marry me!

NIU
Stop talking nonsense and help your father.

HULI JING [spinning around on one foot]
That’s right. Give me the cloth, Father, I’m going to wait on Jinggu. From now on I am her servant and she is my lady and mistress.

NIU [trying to ignore her son]
Madam, I’ve got a bottle of Mongolian wine down in the cellar, and would be very happy to offer it to you, if you’ve no objection.

HULI JING [producing a curious mirror out of thin air]
A mirror, Madam Jinggu, to comb your hair before the meal?

QUI
Wherever did you get that mirror from, Huli Jing?

HULI JING [producing a curious bowl out of thin air]
Water for your hands, my lady and mistress?

JINGGU
What a superb bowl! Even the Empress would be jealous of that.

NIU
First time we’ve seen it, madam.

HULI JING [bowing]
You shall teach me all my duties, Madam Jinggu. I must be your servant every hour of the day and night.

JINGGU
That’ll be a task in itself, I sleep very soundly.

HULI JING
O, good! Tell me how to wake you.

QUI
Huli Jing! The chop sticks!

HULI JING
O, father, you set the table yourself. Madam Jinggu is teaching me how to wake her up. Let’s see [to Jinggu] pretend that you’re asleep …

[Sighing Qui exits.]

JINGGU [sniffing the air]
How can I, with this marvelous smell of food?

HULI JING [hovering over Jinggu’s shoulder, cooing and fussing]
Wake up, little Jinggu! Coo-coo-coo! Two kisses before the break of day! One for our love and one to send you on your way.

NIU
Don’t mind him, madam. It’s only baby talk. We spoil him too much.

[Qui enters, carrying a fish on a plate and a bottle of wine.]

QUI
He’s still a child. He gets fancies. They’re cute in their own way but they mean nothing.

JINGGU [ravenously]
Now this is what I call trout!

NIU
Salted, madam.

HULI JING
I shouldn’t have woken you up! Why would I wake up someone that I love? When you’re asleep you’re all mine. I like how that sounds! But when you open your eyes you belong to the whole world. Go back to sleep, my sweet Madam Jinggu … [begins singing] “The wind is quiet, the moon is bright/ My little baby, go to sleep tonight, Sleep, dreaming sweet dreams.”

JINGGU [being offered more trout]
Well, one more fin, if you please.

HULI JING
Strange, it doesn’t look like you want to be loved. It looks like you want to be stuffed.

NIU [rolling her eyes]
O, yes, with lines like that you’ll make a fine husband, scamp!

JINGGU [mouthful]
Any port in a storm, child.

QUI
Huli Jing, dear –

NIU [to Huli Jing]
If you’d just be quiet for a moment there’s something I’d like to say.

HULI JING [stamping his foot]
I will make a wonderful husband, too! I can be everything my lady and mistress loves, everything that she dreams me to be. I’ll be her satisfaction and humbleness, her breath, her sandals. I’ll be her weeping and laughter. The pillow under her head, the food on her plate …

JINGGU
Eh?

HULI JING
Go on, darling, eat me instead!

QUI
Huli Jing, hush, your mother is trying to speak.

NIU [raising her glass]
My lady, as you are doing us the honor of spending the night under our roof –

HULI JING [whispering into Jinggu’s ear]
A hundred nights. A thousand nights.

NIU
… allow me to drink to the lord of your heart –

HULI JING [interrupting]
O, thank you, mother!

NIU
– To the most noble lord of the Court, your betrothed, the Lord Tsu Tia-Chua!

HULI JING [rising in panic, knocking the cup out of Jinggu’s hand]
What did she say? What did you say?

NIU
I’m only repeating what the lady shaman told me herself!

HULI JING
Then you’re confused! Who would ever call me Tsu Tia-Chua? It’s a terrible name!

QUI
She doesn’t mean you, dear.

HULI JING
Of course she does! I’m the lord of Jinggu’s heart. Everyone knows that!

NIU
The shaman is betrothed to Lord Tsu Tia-Chua and she’s going to marry him when she gets home. Isn’t that right, madam? Everyone knows that.

HULI JING
Then everyone are fools and liars.

NIU
Now see here, Huli Jing –

HULI JING
No! I’d rather see there. I’ve been betrayed already and my heart is still young! Wait, maybe you got it wrong. [To Jinggu.] Is there a Tsu Tia-Chua, yes or no?

JINGGU
Yes, there is. Or at any rate there was. No, he must still be alive, so there is.

HULI JING
Ha! It’s true what my auntie told me about these damn mortals! They ensnare you and entice you with their round hips and sharp nipples! They kiss your mouth until your lips bleed! They rub their fouled, earth-born hands all over your celestial flesh! And all that time they’re thinking about false men, cads and cuckolds called Tsu Tia-Chua!

JINGGU
My hands aren’t foul.

HULI JING
Yes, they are! I’ve tasted your essence and this is how you repay me? [Biting his own arm while making fox-like yip sounds.] I’m a mass of cuts and bruises. Look! [To his parents.] Look at my arm – she did that!

JINGGU [to the parents]
Your son seems a tad queer, and still –

HULI JING
“I can be everything my lady and mistress loves,” I said. “I’ll be her satisfaction and humbleness, her breath, her sandals,” I said. “I’ll be her weeping and laughter. The pillow under her head, the food on her plate,” I said. I said all that and all the time she had in her heart the love for this prattling mortal that she calls her betrothed!

JINGGU
My dear Huli Jing!

HULI JING
O, I hate you, I will piss you out of me!

NUI
Language!

JINGGU
Will you please listen –

HULI JING
O! I can see him from here, the prattling mortal, with his drooping mustache and ridiculous feet. Yes, and I can see him naked, with his plucked eyebrows and a cock no bigger than an eunuch’s!

NUI [slapping the table]
Shame on you for speaking so rudely in front of our guest!

JINGGU
Huli Jing, if you would just listen to me –

HULI JING
Don’t touch me! I’m going to go hibernate for a thousand years!

[Huli Jing opens the door. It’s pelting rain. The trees moan.]

JINGGU [rising, chop sticks in hand]
But I don’t love Tsu Tia-Chua anymore.

HULI JING
There, you see! Mortals betray mortals, even the ones that they claim to love. My poor parents are red-faced at your shameful conduct.

NIU
Don’t you believe him, my lady!

HULI JING [to Niu]
If you don’t send this horrible person away at this very moment I’ll never come back! [Pausing.] What did you just say?

JINGGU
I said, “I don’t love Lord Tsu Tia-Chua anymore.”

HULI JING
Liar. Good-bye.

JINGGU
What? Again?

[Huli Jing vanishes into the night.]

[End of Act II]

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notes:

In ancient times, the land lay covered in forests,
where, from ages long past, dwelt the spirits of the gods.

– Hayao Miyazaki, Princess Mononoke (1997)

It’s odd how that, when telling a love story, it’s easy to attribute human emotions to non-human things.

When I began this project I originally thought of Huli Jing as a Manic Pixie Dream Boy; that is, one of those one-dimensional blokes whose only role is to patiently counter all of the heroine’s shyness/ stubbornness/ aggressiveness/ whatever-the-audience-feels-is-unattractive-in-women, at the same time while appreciating all her many quirks and helping her learn, “a very important lesson” about love.

Of course, since Huli Jing isn’t actually a “he” (yay, androgyny!) then “he” could also easily be defined by that other trope known as the Manic Pixie Dream Girl: a “bubbly, shallow creature that exists solely … to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures.” (AV CLUB, 2007). Perhaps the reason that I saw Huli Jing like this was because that was how the French playwright, Giraudoux, created the character that Huli Jing is based on: the water sprite, Ondine.

Though written in 1939, the character Ondine appears to fit the role of MPDG completely. She is both quirky and uninhibited; and, most importantly, she exists solely for the male protagonist’s (Hans) happiness. As with almost all MPDG stories, misogyny and traditional gender roles are the norm, which means you end up with lines like:

Hans. Yes. Ondine and Hans.
Ondine. Oh no. Hans first. He is the man. He commands. Ondine is the girl. She is always one step behind. She keeps quiet.

(Valency. Giraudoux: Four Play, 1958, page 186)

What the hell is a person suppose to do with lines like that? (Besides mock them, I mean) … which led me to think about how, in stories about love affairs between humans and non-humans (I’m thinking of every Irish folk story where a mortal is seduced by the Fey), they always end terribly, usually for the human but, regardless, everyone is miserable in the end.

On the other hand, if you substitute, “ghost lover,” with, “emotionally-stunted male,” then we’re in Rom-Com territory; where a successful woman, who just can’t find the love of a good man, is miserable until she stumbles upon the man-child of her dreams, which then allows for the customary misunderstandings and zaniness to ensue.

Except Huli Jing is neither a MPDG nor a MPDB. It’s fox-magic that we’re dealing with, and fox-spirits are, as E. T. C. Werner put it, “cunning, cautious, sceptical … and fond of playing pranks and tormenting mankind.” (Myths and Legends of China, 1922, page 371.) Indeed, Huli Jing casts a spell on Jinggu, and goe so far as to, “taste her essence,” because “his” motivations are far different than Ondine’s. Like all Trickster figures there is something both child-like and sinister in everything that they do. It is a complexity that Giraudoux’s nymph was never written with.

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