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.,After the old monk took back ZuoZuo from the cradle, three years later, the once bustling temple had become deserted.,Li Yuanming also thought of this, awkwardly rubbed his nose, mumbled a word, and walked toward the back.。