The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,"Alright, then I'll go down the mountain. Whether I become a beggar or starve on the streets in the future, it won't drag my master down. It's even better to become a spirit, that way I can stay by my master's side forever and not have to eat.",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 Mingtong master uncle. He is doing well now, follow him, and you won't go hungry."。