Unlike last time, the sky was clear this time. "Rat Monk" appeared in an alley beside the marketplace, where it was extremely noisy outside. The cries of vendors could be heard from far away.
Yan Qing did not hurry outside. Instead, he retrieved a black band from the public warehouse and had "Rat Monk" put it on.
Anyone traveling through the Jiangnan region without a household ID would be reported as a spy. The black band had been given by Qian Gongyu to Jiang Shi. Jiang Shi was currently enjoying the good life at the Ping City military camp, so naturally, he had to hand this black-band ID over to a smaller account that needed it more.
"Rat Monk" walked openly out of the alley. Sure enough, he did not attract as much attention as Jiang Shi, but neither did he blend into the crowd. After all, he was the only bald person on the entire street. With the sun blazing overhead, he looked exactly like a walking oversized lightbulb.
The Jiangnan region truly had a strong Buddhist atmosphere. Whenever passersby went by "Rat Monk," they would put their palms together in greeting. Even for the sake of maintaining his disguise, Yan Qing had to return the gesture. A distance of less than a hundred meters took him nearly a full minute. He could not keep wandering around like this, so Yan Qing casually approached an old woman selling persimmon cakes. "Benefactor, which direction is Jiangnan City?"
Although he was bald and had the system's default face, "Rat Monk" did not look bad. He was young and fair-skinned, with kind eyes and brows, and somewhat resembled Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West. The old woman did not suspect "Rat Monk's" identity at all. She hurriedly wiped her hands and