The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,"That's fine, if we run out of money, we can just earn more. But you're obsessed with money! Even if we earn a fortune, it won't help. Not even our ancestors' incense is burning anymore!",The Taoist temple is in decline, the ancestral master has no incense offerings, wouldn't that be the result。