When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

The next second, Wen Yuan took out the talisman from his arms and threw it towards the figure, but the talisman just passed through the dazzling white light and went straight through the figure.

Before Wen Yuan could make any other moves, a voice came from above: "Didn't the adults in your family teach you that children shouldn't throw things around?"

When the voice ended, the talisman that had been thrown out also fell down and landed at Wen Yuan's feet and turned into ashes.

Jin Ling held the sword tightly in his hand and asked, "Who is talking?!"

The voice did not answer.

Based on the direction of the sound and the position of the black shadow, Wen Yuan could be sure that the two were not in the same direction.

But the location of the sound could not be determined.

The three of them turned around to look for the source of the sound.

The white light was blinding, and they dared not act rashly. They could only squint their eyes to search. Their eyes turned red and they almost cried.

They couldn't see anything, which was very disadvantageous to them and they couldn't stay for too long.

The three of them touched each other, gave each other a signal, and prepared to disperse to the side together to escape from the dazzling white light.

But after the three of them quickly moved away, they found that the dazzling white light gradually dimmed.

Like the setting sun, the sunlight was covered up bit by bit.

The three of them stopped at the same time and looked towards the glowing object.

The object seemed to be a circle, gradually disappearing into a black object.

When the white light faded away, a large hall that looked like a temple gradually appeared in front of the three people.

And at the place where Wen Yuan saw the black figure just now, there was an old man in cloth floating. The old man was sitting cross-legged. At this moment, he felt someone approaching, so he slowly landed, and his feet lightly touched the ground without a sound.

This old person is an old woman.

The old woman looked at them calmly, her eyes moved slightly, but in just a moment they turned back to a stagnant state. The old woman said, "You..."

The two words at the beginning of the old woman's sentence sounded a bit like a question, as if she was asking the three of them, "Who are you?"

But she only said two words before she took it back. For some reason, there was a feeling that this old woman actually knew them.

Wen Yuan bowed to her and said, "Mother-in-law, why are you here?"

Wen Yuan originally wanted to ask her whether she was a human or a ghost, but he felt that asking directly would be very rude.

Besides, he had just seen with his own eyes this woman floating down from the sky. If she was not a cultivator, how could an ordinary person have such ability?

It's self-evident what kind of person you are, old woman.

Lan Jingyi came to Wen Yuan and touched him, whispering, "Si Zhui, why are you bowing to her? She is just a monster."

Regardless of whether he was a human or a demon, this person had a calm aura. Although his aura did not give people the feeling that a human should have, he did not reveal any hostility or murderous intent.

This is the clan leader's residence. Perhaps it is possible that she is the clan leader.

Wen Yuan said: "Don't say that. No matter what, we broke in here without permission, so we should show respect."

As the two were talking, Jin Ling came over from another direction and said, "This person just floated down from mid-air. He is definitely not a human."

The old woman didn't say anything, her gaze fell on the three people one by one. Her eyes were a little cloudy, but there was still no expression on her face.

The four people stood facing each other and looked at each other for a while, then suddenly the old woman turned around and sat back on the stool next to the sculpture.

The three of them hesitated for a while, and finally followed.

Lan Jingyi and Jin Ling were carefully observing something beside the statue and on the murals in this room that looked like a temple.

Wen Yuan walked into the hall and glanced around the room. After making sure there was no hidden danger, he walked up to the old woman.

The old woman was holding paper and something that looked like spices.

Wen Yuan stood there and watched for a while, then looked at the incense stick on the table next to him, with wisps of smoke floating up.

Wen Yuan asked, "Mother-in-law, are you wrapping incense?"

The old woman looked up at him and then continued with her actions.

Wen Yuan moved a stool to sit over and said, "You still have to prepare so many things so late at night, mother-in-law, I'll help you wrap some."

The old woman neither agreed nor refused.

Wen Yuan imitated the old woman, holding the incense paper in his hand, pouring burnable incense ash into it, and then rubbing it, making the incense thin and long.

A stick of incense was wrapped quickly.

Wen Yuan took the wrapped incense to the old woman for inspection: "Is this okay, Grandma?"

The old woman reached out and took the incense from Wen Yuan's hand, looked it up and down, and then put it in a box beside her.

Once you have the first one down, the second will be much easier to do.

After rubbing the second stick, Wen Yuan said as she rubbed it: "Grandma, do you live here alone? Why don't you have children to accompany you?"

Wen Yuan's words did not receive a response, so he continued nonchalantly, "If you live alone and don't talk to anyone, you'll feel suffocated. Go out more when you have nothing to do. It's good for your health."

The old woman still didn't speak.

Wen Yuan had been chatting with her for a while, and their tone had become familiar. They were talking about some family matters, but the old woman never opened her mouth.

It’s just that the old woman would look up at Wen Yuan from time to time when he was speaking, as if to tell Wen Yuan that she was listening.

After checking the hall, Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi didn't find anything wrong.

The two of them were standing not far from Wen Yuan and the old woman.

After listening to Wen Yuan's ramblings for a while, Jin Ling asked, "What's wrong with Wen Yuan? Why is he chatting so much with that guy who is not sure whether he is a human or a ghost?"

Lan Jingyi explained: "Don't you know? Sizhui has a grandmother in his hometown. That grandmother seems to be about this age. But I haven't seen her for a few years. She should be older."

Jin Ling said: "How would I know? I haven't seen him, and I haven't heard him mention it much."

Lan Jingyi smiled: "That's true. After all, Sizhui and I are good friends who can talk about anything and are inseparable. He tells me everything, so it's normal that you don't know."

Jin Ling rolled his eyes at him speechlessly: "Stop flattering yourself."

After Wen Yuan got the hang of it, he wrapped the incense very quickly.

After Lan Jingyi and Jin Ling had a chattering conversation, they searched around the store again and again, knocking, touching, and looking at everything.

I just couldn't find the dazzling light and the person who was speaking.