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.,"That's fine, we can always earn more money if we run out. But you have a problem with being broke, no matter how much we make, it won't help, not even the incense at our ancestors' shrine is burning anymore!","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."。