He patted his belly and said proudly.
"Hey, you silly fool." Sun Wukong shook his head with a wry smile.
He'd lived for hundreds of years. How could he still be like a little child?
"Come, Sand Monk. Since you've decided to travel west with me, you can't keep your hair. Bajie, go get me the razor."
"Coming right up."
Tang Sanzang took the razor from Zhu Bajie, bent down, and gently began to shave Sand Monk's head. "Your senior brother's religious name is Wukong. I named Bajie Wuneng. The name Sand Monk is a bit of a mouthful, so from now on, I'll call you Wujing.
May you never let hatred cloud your heart. Keep your heart devoted to the Buddha and seek the Great Way that belongs to you."
As he shaved Sand Monk's head, Tang Sanzang spoke softly.
"I will obey, Master."
Sand Monk, now given a religious name, pressed his palms together and bowed sincerely to Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang nodded in satisfaction, and the group began to get ready to cross the river.
Since Sand Monk was in charge of the river, crossing it wouldn't be much trouble.
Zhu Bajie found a piece of lumber nearby. Sun Wukong breathed lightly upon it, and the raft instantly transformed into a small boat.
The four of them and the White Dragon Horse fit aboard perfectly.
Because of the nature of the Quicksand River, Sand Monk went into the water and gently lifted the boat, keeping it from sinking.
And so, the four master and disciples—or rather, five, counting Ye Chen—continued their journey west.
Ye Chen immediately sat cross-legged in the boat and began meditating, studying the Nine Revolutions Buddha Demon Technique his master had given him.
He had to make every second count.
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