Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,Li Yuanming glanced at her, knowing that a penniless person like her couldn't possibly fulfill this request. But he didn't discourage her either. “The incense business is not something the master forces upon you. As long as you can eat, it's enough. After you go down the mountain, if you encounter anyone who needs help, lend a hand. Do many good deeds to earn some merit for the ancestor god; that's enough. This also benefits you in improving your fortune.”,Looking at his little apprentice's teary eyes, Li Yuanming felt a pang 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."。