Going down the mount

Li Yuanming also thought of this, awkwardly rubbed his nose, mumbled a word, and walked toward the back.,In a short while, Zhouzhou came out. Her shiny bald head was plastered with fortune charms, three copper coins hung around her neck, a gourd tucked at one side of her waist, and a large pixiu ornament, carved by herself, hung on the other side. It was ugly beyond description, but its only redeeming quality was its size.,The Taoist temple is in decline, the ancestral master has no incense offerings, wouldn't that be the result。