Nine Dragon Mountain

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 is doing well now. Follow him, you will never go hungry.","Okay!" Zhūzhū's crying stopped abruptly, her hands and feet loosened, and she sprang to her feet with a clatter. A radiant smile spread across her face, leaving no trace of her previous tears. "Thank you, Master. I'll go pack my things now.",Li Yuanming glanced at her, knowing that a penniless person like her couldn't possibly fulfill this request. But he didn't discourage her either. “The incense business is not something the master forces upon you. As long as you can eat, it's enough. After you go down the mountain, if you encounter anyone who needs help, lend a hand. Do many good deeds to earn some merit for the ancestor god; that's enough. This also benefits you in improving your fortune.”。