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.,Saying that, he took out a copper mirror from his bosom and handed it to her.。