After the old monk picked up Zou Zou from the cradle, three years later, the once bustling temple had become deserted.,Recalling past events, Li Yuanming shook his head with pain and grief. His gaze fell upon his younger brother's hands holding a chipped bowl. The rice soup inside contained only a few grains of rice, which made his resolve even stronger. He forced down the urge to hug his apprentice and comfort him, instead adopting a stern expression and saying, "No, you've grown up now, it's time for you to leave the mountain.",Seeing her outfit, Li Yuanming twitched the corner of his mouth, “Chu Chu, you’re born unlucky with money, destined to be poor. Give up, don’t even think about it.”。