After the old monk brought back the little one from the rice porridge in swaddling clothes, three years later, the temple which had once been bustling with activity was now deserted.,"Zuo Zuo lowered her head, curiously looking at the statue in her hand. She asked strangely, "Master, what did you make this ancestor for me And where is the golden light on the ancestor",Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhou's eyes lit up, and she nodded solemnly. "Hmm hmm, Master, I remember!"。