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.,"Good." Zuo Zuo pulled his hand, looking at him with reluctance. "Master, you have to take care of yourself too. I'll come back to see you when I make enough money."。