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.,After the old monk took back ZuoZuo from the cradle, three years later, the once bustling temple had become deserted.,All the items were meant to attract wealth, but she was born with a poor financial destiny. Whenever fortune gathered around her, it would dissipate completely upon contact, rendering them utterly useless.。