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.,Saying that, he took out a copper mirror from his bosom and handed it to her.,She saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room when she was little, it was gleaming with gold, so beautiful. How come it's now dusty and drab。