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.",Back then, all the capable brothers went down the mountain to make big money. He was just too unskilled, so he was left behind as the abbot.,Seeing her outfit, Li Yuanming twitched the corner of his mouth, “Zuo Zuo, you’re destined to be poor, with no luck in money. Give up, don’t even think about it.”。