Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly hold onto Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's forehead was smooth, but she wore a worn-out Taoist robe that had been washed white and was patched up everywhere, making her look like a little beggar.,"That's fine, if we run out of money, we can just earn more. But you're obsessed with money! Even if we earn a fortune, it won't help. Not even our ancestors' incense is burning anymore!",Those monks didn't even tell him about this, bald heads are just full of tricks!。