Going down the mount

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.,In a short while, Zhouzhou came out. Her shiny bald head was plastered with fortune charms, three copper coins hung around her neck, a gourd tucked at one side of her waist, and a large pixiu ornament, carved by herself, hung on the other side. It was ugly beyond description, but its only redeeming quality was its size.,If the Daoist temple wasn't on the verge of collapsing, he wouldn't have been willing to let his junior disciple leave.。