After the old monk brought back the little one from the rice porridge in swaddling clothes, three years later, the temple which had once been bustling with activity was now deserted.,Back then, all the capable brothers went down the mountain to make big money. He was just too unskilled, so he was left behind as the abbot.,Looking at his young apprentice's tearful eyes, Li Yuanming felt a pang of reluctance. In the end, he patted her shoulder and said, "Go down the mountain. Remember to find your Master Mingtong, he will take care of you."。