Nine Dragon Mountain

The Taoist temple stood majestically, but both sides of the path were covered in withered yellow leaves. Silence prevailed all around, yet suddenly a milky cry echoed from within.,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.,Thinking about this, she smiled even more brightly, and walked forward with light steps. After taking a few steps, she suddenly discovered that there was a crowd of people in front of her, buzzing and chattering.。