When she was young, she saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room, shimmering with gold. It was so beautiful! How come it now looks so dusty and worn,Looking at his little apprentice's tear-filled eyes, Li Yuanming felt a twinge 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.",If the Daoist temple wasn't on the verge of collapsing, he wouldn't have been willing to let his junior disciple leave.。