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.,"Your elder and younger brothers have all gone down the mountain to work, yet they can't even support you. If you don't come down the mountain, tomorrow we'll have to go begging for food together!",The Taoist temple is in decline, the ancestral master has no incense offerings, wouldn't that be the result。