Hearing the word “go out,” the emaciated monk seemed to have been fished out from the frigid North Sea, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.,Above, all manner of evil things abound, with a myriad of wicked deeds growing rampant. There are surging waves drowning mountains and fields, raging fires engulfing all ten directions, poisonous gas filling heaven and earth, and evil winds destroying everything...,His cell phone and down jacket were gone, nowhere to be found in the underground palace. In their place was a strange white tunic.。