"Qianqiu, how are things going with them?" Du Yu asked Dong Qianqiu as he ran toward Hangzhou City.
"Pretty well, by the look of it. Bai Suzhen is circulating her energy to heal Medusa."
"That's great." Du Yu smiled. "I finally managed to light that 'fire' for them."
"Where are you going now?" Dong Qianqiu asked.
"I have to find a way to meet my 'master.' Oh, right... Qianqiu."
"What is it?"
"Do you have a wig?"
"A wig?" Dong Qianqiu blinked. "What do you need a wig for?"
"Ugh! This getup is way too conspicuous. Wherever I go, everyone knows I'm a monk from Jinshan Temple. I want a wig so I can disguise myself sometimes and move the plot along."
"You have a point..." Dong Qianqiu nodded slightly. "I do have a wig here. Stay where you are and wait a moment..."
At Dong Qianqiu's words, Du Yu stopped, though he had no idea what he was waiting for.
Before long, the space before him twisted, and Zhan Qisheng stood in front of Du Yu with an impatient expression and a wig in his hand.
"I never imagined I would become a deliveryman one day." Zhan Qisheng tossed the wig into Du Yu's arms, then turned and left.
"What kind of attitude is that, old Zhan? Watch out, or I'll file a complaint and give you a bad review!"
"Go right ahead. You think I'm scared of you?"
Zhan Qisheng came and went in less than five seconds. Du Yu thought things really were much more convenient now; everyone's strengths had a chance to shine.
Du Yu picked up the wig and inspected it. It was a little ugly, but at least it would let him change his appearance.
He put on the wig, hid the prayer beads