The Taoist temple stood tall and majestic, but the paths on either side were covered in withered yellow leaves. There was an eerie silence all around, yet suddenly a baby's cry, plaintive and piercing, echoed from within.,“Don't cry, I just want you to go down the mountain and gain some experience, I’m not sending you away.” Seeing his little disciple crying so pitifully, Li Yuanming also felt a pang of sympathy. His gaze fell on her bald head, he touched it gently, and then looked remorseful, regretting what he had done.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Uncle Mingtong, he's doing well now. Follow him, you won't go hungry."。