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.,"Zhou Zhou lowered her head and curiously looked at the statue in her hand. She asked, "Master, what are you making this ancestor statue for me And where did the golden glow on the ancestor statue go"。