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.,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."。