When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Lan Wangji said, "Curse."

It was what the child had just reminded Wei Wuxian of.

Wei Wuxian turned around and looked up. He didn't notice anything unusual when he touched the things on the altar just now. They were just ordinary items.

But not feeling it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Wei Wuxian knew all too well about weird things like curses, so he was lucky to have found the right person.

Wei Wuxian wasn’t worried about what would happen after the touch.

Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. If there is really a curse in this place and he has been infected with it, then he will find the curse and break it.

The two of them walked around the altar and looked around. Suddenly, a number of ships appeared on the originally quiet and silent coast. The ships were full of cargo. They must be the young people from the village who had returned from fishing.

The boat sailed to the ferry some distance away on the coast, and people got off the boat and began to unload the cargo ashore.

Then I turned my sight again and saw a group of people emerging from the village, each of them holding steel forks, ropes, net bags and other things, rushing towards the ferry.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at each other, then walked over there.

The fishermen were busy sorting out today's catch. Seeing that everyone had a smile on their face, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji became more certain of their previous thoughts.

There are really no young people in this village. To put it more accurately, there are no young people with normal appearance in this village.

As Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji approached, the busy people over there slowly stopped what they were doing after seeing them, and they bumped into each other to remind the people around them to look at them.

As the distance got closer, many people who were squatting slowly stood up, their eyes full of shock and disbelief.

One of the "old men" who was a bit stronger took the lead and came to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

He looked them up and down, then looked in the direction they were coming from, and blurted out, "Immortal!"

Wei Wuxian: “…”

Lan Wangji: “…”

The fishermen behind looked at each other in bewilderment, and were about to shout out the word "immortal" as the burly old man said.

Wei WuXian spoke up in time: “No, you misunderstood. We are both ordinary people like you.”

The people over there obviously didn't believe Wei WuXian's words, and the burly man was even more excited, and said in a high voice:

"Do you remember? The chief said that as long as we worship and offer sacrifices to the gods devoutly, one day the gods will come down to earth to help us get rid of the curse!"

"God! We have finally waited for you!" As he said this, the man was about to kneel down and kowtow.

...It is really feudal superstition that kills people.

Also, will it shorten my lifespan if so many people kneel to me?

Wei WuXian quickly stepped forward and lifted his knee with the instep of his foot, then supported his shoulders with his hands and helped the man who was about to kneel up.

Then he said to the group of people at the back who looked dizzy, not very smart, and had no ability to make subjective judgments, but only knew how to follow the crowd: "Don't kneel either."

As soon as these words were spoken, those people saw that the leading man in front had been helped up, so they all stood up again.

The sturdy man was puzzled: "Immortal, what are you doing?"

Wei WuXian said, “No, no, no, we two are just cultivators, and we haven’t really reached the realm of Ascension yet.”

The sturdy man said, "Those two are the immortal's disciples."

“…” Wei WuXian looked back at the expressionless Lan WangJi below him, then turned back to the man and pulled the corner of his mouth, saying, “Not really.”

The sturdy man asked, "What is that?"

Wei Wuxian: “…”

While Wei Wuxian was still thinking about how to explain this to these feudal and pedantic people who didn't communicate with the outside world, Lan Wangji spoke at the right time: "Xiu Xian, as the name suggests, is to practice the art of immortality, to overcome one's own difficulties and reach a certain realm, and then to ascend to heaven with the opportunity of heaven."

Lan Wangji spoke in a very literary manner, like chanting a sutra. Wei Wuxian dared to guarantee that the person in his hand did not understand what he explained.

Sure enough, the man was silent for two seconds, then said: "You mean you are the immortal's apprentices."

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian laughed in his heart. Well, it was pointless to explain. He would just be a disciple. The things in his cognition could not be explained to them clearly.

Wei WuXian said: “If you insist on understanding it this way, it’s not impossible.”

Hearing this, the burly man's wrinkled face instantly lit up with joy: "Everyone has heard it, right? This man is the disciple of an immortal, and he has great magical powers. What does this mean? It means that we are all saved."

"..."

Wei WuXian didn’t know how many speechless moments this had been since he started talking to this man.

He still didn't know what had happened in this isolated place, whether it was caused by a monster or cursed by some evil creature.

Wei Wuxian still had some self-awareness. He knew nothing and understood nothing yet, so he didn't dare to guarantee to these people that he could handle this matter that would affect several generations of their village.

However, even though he was speechless, Wei WuXian still understood: “Although you look like this, judging from your figure and the tone of your voice, you should be no more than 40 years old, right?”

The sturdy man cupped his hands and said, "The immortal is really very discerning. I am thirty-eight years old this year."

Thirty-eight years old is the prime of life for an ordinary person, but he has the face of a man in his sixties or seventies.

Lan Wangji asked: "What happened here?"

The burly man sighed and said, "This is a long story."

The sturdy man turned around and said to the people behind him: "I will take the immortal to understand the situation in our village. You can help me clean up."

As he spoke, the burly man led the two men aside, while the people behind him continued to deal with the goods that had been brought up today.

The sturdy man said, "I don't remember exactly when our village started living here. If I had to count, we've probably been living here since Pangu created the world."

After hearing this, Wei WuXian raised his eyebrows. This was simply nonsense. If this group of people really had lived here when Pangu created the world, then it was impossible for them to have an incommunicable language.

However, Wei Wuxian did not say anything. It was normal for a group of people to not remember how many years they had lived in a place. It was okay to exaggerate a little, but that was not the most important thing.

Wei WuXian said: “You live by the sea and surrounded by mountains. Although the scenery is beautiful and you are self-sufficient, you don’t have to worry about food and clothing, but have you ever thought about going out and trying to contact people outside?”

"Who dares?" The sturdy man shook his head and said, "The immortals don't know."

The man lowered his voice and said, "According to the records passed down from generation to generation, our appearance at the beginning was not as vicissitudes as it is now."

"The gods have given us life, a place to live, and the ability to fish for a living. We should be grateful and protect the gods here for generations to come."