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.,On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually recovered its former prosperity.,Li Yuanming gritted his teeth. "I'm also giving you the Little Medicine Cauldron."。