On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually recovered its former prosperity.,Li Yuanming also thought of this matter, embarrassedly touched his nose, mumbled a word, and walked to the back.,In a short while, Zuo Zuo came out. Her shiny scalp was plastered with fortune-telling charms, and around her neck hung three copper coins. On one hip she wore a gourd, and on the other, a large Pixiu sculpture, carved by herself. It was ugly, to be sure, but its only redeeming quality was its size.。