That meant that although he was naturally dull, he was not entirely beyond enlightenment. As long as we kept cultivating ourselves, one day we would reach a higher state of life.
"Mm, the Bodhisattva was thoughtful. In that case, I'll give you a common name to make it easier to call you from now on."
"I'll follow your arrangements, Master."
"I heard Steward Gao say that you have an extraordinary appetite and often sneak off to steal poultry from the village. Since you don't eat the five pungent roots or the three kinds of meat, I'll give you another name: Bajie."
"Haha! Zhu Wuneng, Zhu Bajie—what a fine name, what a fine name!" Sun Wukong hurriedly clapped in approval. Hearing Tang Sanzang give him such a comical name, Sun Wukong felt a little relieved that he hadn't been the one given a name.
"Uh, Master, isn't that a little..."
"Don't say another word. It's settled. Wukong, go to the stable and bring the White Horse over. Benefactor Gao, I've stayed here for quite some time, and I can't bear to impose on you any longer. We're setting out today. Please take care, Steward Gao. Thank you for your hospitality. I offer you my thanks once again." Tang Sanzang pressed his palms together and gave Steward Gao a deep look.
"Oh, Master, there's no need to say that. You've only stayed a few days. Come, come, stay a little longer..." Steward Gao had been about to continue, but when he spotted Zhu Bajie in the distance, he lost all desire to keep Tang Sanzang there.
The group bid farewell to Steward Gao and set off once more.
"Lazybones, you carry the load!" Sun Wukong said, flinging it onto Zhu Bajie.
"Why should I?"
"Obviously, Steward Gao praised you to the skies.