The Taoist temple stood tall and majestic, but the paths on either side were covered in withered yellow leaves. There was an eerie silence all around, yet suddenly a baby's cry, plaintive and piercing, echoed from within.,"Well, then let me go down the mountain. Whether I become a beggar begging for food or starve on the streets in the future, I won't implicate my master. Becoming a spirit would be even better; I could stay by my master's side forever and wouldn't need to eat.",Those monks didn't even tell him about this, bald heads are just full of tricks!。