But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,The wooden statue of a deity in the Taoist temple was long gone, likely burned by beggars for fuel. But beneath the altar lay a child beggar, barely alive, motionless, perhaps counting down the days until his death - this was the reason the beggar had hesitated before.,As soon as the words left his mouth, he appeared in mid-air.。