The Taoist temple stood majestically, but both sides of the path were covered in withered yellow leaves. Silence prevailed all around, yet suddenly a milky cry echoed from within.,Temples are falling into disrepair, the ancestors have no incense offerings, so this is what happens.,Looking at his little apprentice's teary eyes, Li Yuanming felt a pang of reluctance. In the end, he patted her shoulder and said, "Go down the mountain. Remember to find your Master Mingtong, he will take care of you."。