As the seventy-eighth generation master of the Laojun Temple, the business has been sluggish recently, and Jia Kedao is under a lot of pressure. Why is there no one in the village who is seriously ill during this period of time? With a gurgle, a cry of hunger came from his stomach. Look at The empty rice vat and the black light door that suddenly appeared, Heixin Xiaodao held a talisman and bravely walked into the black light door. What is this place? Jia Kedao was dumbfounded by the sight of more than a dozen suns in the sky.