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.,On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually regained its former prosperity.,Remembering the past, Li Yuanming shook his head with a heavy heart. His gaze fell on his younger brother's hand holding a bowl with a crack in it. There were only a few grains of rice in the rice porridge inside. This made him even more determined. He suppressed the urge to hold his little disciple in his arms and comfort him, putting on a stern face and saying: "No, you are already grown up, it's time to go down the mountain."。