Going down the mount

The Taoist temple stood tall and imposing, but its sides were lined with withered yellow leaves. The air was silent all around, yet a plaintive cry suddenly pierced the stillness.,"Don't cry, I just want you to go down the mountain and gain some experience. It's not that I want to get rid of you." Seeing her little apprentice crying so pitifully, Li Yuanming also felt a pang of sympathy. His gaze fell on her shiny scalp, he touched it gently, and then looked regretful and remorseful.,On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually regained its former prosperity.。