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.,Li Yuanming also thought of this matter, embarrassedly touched his nose, mumbled a word, and walked to the back.,In a short while, Zuo Zuo came out. Her shiny scalp was plastered with fortune-telling charms, and around her neck hung three copper coins. On one hip she wore a gourd, and on the other, a large Pixiu sculpture, carved by herself. It was ugly, to be sure, but its only redeeming quality was its size.。