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.,On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually regained its former prosperity.,Zuo Zuo lowered her head, curiously looking at the statue in her hands, and asked strangely, "Master, what did you make this ancestor statue for me And where is the golden light on the ancestor"。