“Don't cry, I just want you to go down the mountain and gain some experience, I’m not sending you away.” Seeing his little disciple crying so pitifully, Li Yuanming also felt a pang of sympathy. His gaze fell on her bald head, he touched it gently, and then looked remorseful, regretting what he had done.,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.,Hearing this, Li Yuanming felt a pang of sadness. He sighed softly and patted her head, "Don't be afraid, Master has already contacted your Uncle Mingtong, he's doing well now. Follow him, you won't go hungry."。