Fast Travel: I Don't Want to Save the World

Chapter 2 Wearing holy light, the rays of light

Ye Qing thought her prayer was effective, and the moment the word "Amen" fell, the scene fell silent.

She held her breath, clung to the iron bars, and looked in the direction of everyone's line of sight.

The sky was only bright, and almost all the people in the village were wearing dark clothes that were resistant to dirt. Ye Qing's vision was dim, until the people automatically dispersed and exited a path, letting the man walk forward slowly.

The light was scattered on his shoulders, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a thin layer of light, pure and holy, and the people around him couldn't help clasping their hands together and bowing their heads reverently.

Ye Qing couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could feel that he must be extraordinary and refined.

When he got closer, Fang felt a kind of coldness about him, neither deep nor shallow.

The holy monk walked straight to the iron cage, step by step, and the coldness became biting. At this time, Ye Qing found that the closer he was, the more the rats in the cage crowded into a corner like an arhat, squeaking, showing strong meaning of fear.

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, the holy monk waved his hand lightly, the iron cage was already opened, and Ye Qing saw her little body floating up, and she floated out of the iron cage.

"Holy Monk?" The man who lit the fire earlier looked at the Holy Monk in confusion.

The holy monk moved his fingers, and the door of the iron cage closed. Seeing Ye Qing fell to the ground, he looked at the man and said unhurriedly, "It's okay."

Ye Qing was shocked!
Since the holy monk has mana, is there a chance for her to turn back into a human?
After the shock, Ye Qing began to think about another thing. There were so many mice, why did the holy monk save her? Why was she an exception? Could it be that the protagonist's glory finally bloomed?

Ye Qing was immersed in all kinds of golden bubbles, and the holy monk burst her bubbles: "Squirrels should look like squirrels, it's okay, don't play with the mice that are infected with the disease, next time, no one will be able to save you!" is you."

Nani?

Wasn't she a dingy mouse?

No wonder, the mice always reject her, because she is not of my race.

Even if she didn't look in the mirror, she didn't know what she looked like, but after learning that she was a squirrel, Ye Qing felt much better. She has never been able to accept the fact that she has become a mouse, but the impression of a squirrel is always better than a mouse .

Ye Qing raised her neck to look at the holy monk. Although she still couldn't see him clearly, she felt that he was incomparably majestic, like a god wearing holy light, and he gave her the hope of living!

Ye Qing didn't have any extra sorrow left for the burned mouse behind her. She followed the holy monk and left Lujiazhuang, singing a newly adapted song: "I'm a little squirrel, little squirrel, little squirrel, I have a lot of little secrets..."

Since the holy monk saved Ye Qing, she naturally followed him consciously.

Even though... people have told her five or six times, please don't follow him.

Ye Qing didn't just cling to him with a faceless face, she followed him six to seven steps away, wherever he went, she followed.

The reason why Ye Qing chose him was of course that he knew spells, so there was no guarantee when he would be kind enough to turn Ye Qing back into a human being.

A few days after leaving Lujiazhuang, Ye Qing confirmed an extremely sad and cruel fact - she was highly myopic!I thought that I couldn't see things clearly at first because I didn't adapt to the new world. After a few days, her eyes were still blurred. For example, the holy monk was standing one meter away from her, and Ye Qing looked down on him. The face is just a big cake, only the shape of the face and no facial features.

So, she still doesn't know how many noses and eyes the holy monk has.

As a squirrel, the skills worth "showing off"-hearing and smell, not to mention the sense of hearing, let's talk about the sense of smell, she can indeed smell the location of the food very easily, but... there is a word called "things must be reversed".She remembered that a scientific magazine once said that her sense of smell is more than 10 times stronger than that of a dog. Just imagine, those smells of rotten feet that have been magnified by N times rush into her nostrils... Stop, it is already miserable for her to be reduced to a creature comparable to a dog It's over, the mouse is hard to tear down.

As for the smell of the holy monk, Ye Qing felt that it smelled particularly good, so that when she came close to take a few sips, she really didn't feel hungry, and always felt energetic.

She couldn't see the "benefactor", but she knew his name——Yichen.

From the beginning of spring to the end of autumn, Ye Qing followed him over mountains and ridges like this, watched the sea of ​​clouds in Jingshan, watched the sunrise in Youhai, went out of the city, and went into the countryside... Seeing him save the dying, help the wounded and help people and animals, but he always refused. People are thousands of miles away, and they seem to dislike deliberately contacting people and being alone.

Every time he thinks of him being alone, Ye Qing feels distressed.

But without him, wouldn't she be alone?

Occasionally, Yichen would also throw some fruit to her, "kindly" telling her what squirrels should eat.

"You should like the tree buds in spring and the mushrooms in the forest in summer. In autumn, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking, such as red pine nuts and oak acorns..."

Well, Ye Qing admitted that he saw her nibbling on the bark.

She is hungry and hungry, because she is afraid of losing someone.

In a blink of an eye, it was Xiao Han.

One person and one mouse traveled to an inn at the foot of Xunao Mountain.

Two men surrounded a young woman, both of them were well-dressed, but they had smirks on their faces:

"In this cold and twelfth lunar month, the little lady is alone outside this inn, but is she suffering from hunger and cold?"

"Why don't you go in with my two brothers to keep warm and satisfy your hunger?"

"Much, thank you for your kindness, young master, I won't..." The woman was shaking her head, before she finished speaking, the man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to grab her wrist.

At this time, a hand was placed in front of the two of them.

For a moment, the man in Tsing Yi seemed to be pushed by someone, then took a few steps back suddenly, and fell to the ground with his buttocks.

Yichen glanced at the two of them, and said, "Don't force others to make things difficult."

"Vald donkey!" The man in Tsing Yi got up and raised his fist to rush over to beat up the monk he was good at.

Yichen stood motionless, and the man in green suddenly felt bad.

It was as if an invisible wall had been erected between the two, the more the man in Tsing Yi rushed forward, the more he felt his legs were filled with lead and his breath was like a cow.

It was only a few steps away, but the man in Tsing Yi didn't touch Yichen's plain white cassock with his hand, a gray shadow rushed over and bit his finger hard.

Ye Qing's mouth was not light, and the man's fat and white fingers were immediately dripping with blood.

He even called Yichen a bald donkey, seeing as she didn't deal with him.

The man in Tsing Yi cried out in pain: "Ouch, my hand!"

Yichen didn't even look at Ye Qing who had slipped away, he said to the woman: "Girl, go in."

Seeing blood coming out of his fingers, the man in green gasped, his chest heaving violently with anger, he wanted to stop Yichen, but the man in gray beside him hurriedly stopped him: "Don't make trouble, that monk doesn't look simple, you Didn't you see him wearing cassock?"

There are still very few monks in this year, and ordinary monks only wear robes when they travel outside. Cassock is an important vestment that is only worn for formal rituals.

The man in gray reminded him: "You might not be sure, he is still a mage who can spell!"

"Fart mage, can a mage allow us to meet?!"

Esoteric Buddhism is one of the sects of all sentient beings in Buddhism. There are many spells in Esoteric Buddhism. Relying on mantras can protect the body, eliminate disasters, rise above the void, subdue demons... Few people understand this technique, even the man in gray Just heard about it.

What the man in Tsing Yi said was not unreasonable, the possibility of them encountering the mage was really low, maybe, the monk acted too fast just now, they just didn't see it.

"Go ahead and rest, your face is ashen, it's ugly to death."

The man snorted coldly and went to the inn.

Everyone dispersed, Ye Qing was also going to enter the inn.

Unexpectedly, a wooden stick hit her on the forehead, and she let out a scream: "Ah——"

"Where did you come from, get out of here!"

It was windy in winter, and the waiter at the door took a broom to sweep Ye Qing lying on the ground away, and then closed the wooden door.

Ye Qing stood dead under the tree for half a quarter of an hour, two of his beards were frozen off.

After recovering, she ran to the inn, climbed up the outer wall, sniffed, and immediately found the room where Yichen was, but stopped on the roof next to Yichen.

"...Seeing that it was getting dark, the little lady was alone again. After a while, you robbed the beauty. I will set a fire and kill that troublesome bald donkey..."

(End of this chapter)