Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,"That's all right, we can earn more money if we run out. But you're still obsessed with money! No matter how much we earn, it won't be enough. Even the incense in our ancestral temple has dwindled!",Looking at his little apprentice's teary eyes, Li Yuanming felt a pang of reluctance. In the end, he patted her shoulder and said, "Go down the mountain. Remember to find your Master Mingtong, he will take care of you."。