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.,After the old monk picked up Zou Zou from the cradle, three years later, the once bustling temple had become deserted.,Li Yuanming looked at her back, nowhere expecting that he had just been tricked by this little girl. He was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged, angrily shouting: "Disciple!"。