The Taoist temple stood majestically, but both sides of the path were covered in withered yellow leaves. Silence prevailed all around, yet suddenly a milky cry echoed from within.,Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,"Alright, then let me go down the mountain. Whether I become a beggar begging for food or starve on the streets later, I won't implicate my master. Becoming a spirit would be even better; I could stay by my master's side forever and wouldn't need to eat."。