The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,Seeing her outfit, Li Yuanming twitched the corner of his mouth, "Zuo Zuo, you were born to be poor, you have no luck with money, give up, don't think about it anymore.",If the Daoist temple wasn't on the verge of collapsing, he wouldn't have been willing to let his junior disciple leave.。