Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually regained its former prosperity.,The Taoist temple is in decline, the ancestral master has no incense offerings, wouldn't that be the result。