Going down the mount

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.,In a short while, Zhouzhou came out. Her shiny bald head was plastered with fortune charms, three copper coins hung around her neck, a gourd tucked at one side of her waist, and a large pixiu ornament, carved by herself, hung on the other side. It was ugly beyond description, but its only redeeming quality was its size.,The Taoist temple is in decline, the ancestral master has no incense offerings, wouldn't that be the result。