Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 1128 - 1127: Dead!

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1127: Dead!

All the male and female Taoists of the White Cloud Temple rushed out, and then the moment they saw Fatty, they all turned dumbfounded.

White Cloud Temple held an annual sacrificial ceremony where they would display a portrait of the ancestral master, and in that portrait, a blob of flesh was depicted.

How should I put it? Female fatties down below in the world all look somewhat similar, at least all their eyes are just a slit, and their faces round, so there’s no such thing as face shape.

And Fatty bore an uncanny resemblance to the female head of White Cloud Temple, almost as if cast from the same mold.

In fact, there are many people in this world who look alike, and whether it was Fatty’s height, body shape, or that pig-like face, wouldn’t she just seem like the temple head come down to Earth?

Even the Immortal King in charge of temple security was baffled for a while, hesitant whether to acknowledge her or not.

If they recognized her incorrectly, they would end up the laughingstock, but if they failed to recognize her and she truly was the female temple head descending to the Lower Realm? Thus, the Immortal King responsible for temple security didn’t know what to do.

"Take this temple head to the ancestral hall," Fatty declared with airs, and after swallowing that Taotie fossil, she possessed no more Spiritual Energy, devoid of any aura of an Immortal family, not even a Spirit Immortal.

And because of this, her impersonation was even more convincing.

"Yes, yes, yes..." The Immortal King in charge of temple security hurriedly nodded and led the way. White Cloud Temple was quite poor, so even if you went to the ancestral hall, there weren’t any treasures to speak of, meaning there was nothing to lose even with a fake temple head.

With the Immortal King guiding the way, Yusuf Zuck followed Fatty in silence. Good Lord, did the previous female temple head also look like a pig?

Fortunately, the ancestral hall wasn’t far. After a few turns, they arrived, and there were no people outside the hall; usually, only a few junior Taoists were responsible for cleaning.

"You all wait here. You, come with me," Fatty pointed at Yusuf Zuck, then entered the ancestral hall.

The Immortal King didn’t dare to stop her. Regardless of whether the female temple head was the old head returning, anyone beside her was untouchable. He had some insight, thus he recognized that the person accompanying the temple head was an Immortal Venerate!

So an Immortal Venerate was enough to level his White Cloud Temple.

As soon as Fatty and Yusuf Zuck entered the ancestral hall, both of them were stunned. Hanging in the hall were two portraits, both seated figures, one of a dignified man dressed in a black robe, depicted as vivid as life.

The other was a mound of flesh seated in a chair, naturally, that chair was blocked by that mound of flesh. The woman was equally thick whether sitting or standing, and her features were strikingly similar to Fatty’s—nine parts out of ten.

"Is this for real? Are you her reincarnation?" Yusuf Zuck exclaimed.

"So it really does look similar!" Fatty took a deep breath, then smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Do you have the same ailment as mine?"

"Grab the robes, but first pay respects!" Yusuf Zuck bowed deeply towards the two portraits. He truly admired that male temple head for standing by the female temple head all his life, a man whose courage and responsibility he respected!

Fatty also paid her respects. In fact, she had read about the love story of the male and female temple heads of White Cloud Temple, which was why she was so curious. Arriving here today fulfilled her wish.

The two bowed three times to the portraits before they approached the offering table, where indeed, there was a set of black robes on each side, identical to the ones worn in the portraits.

However, just as the two simultaneously touched their respective robes, suddenly, a shockwave and flashes of blades erupted from the robes!

Indeed, the robes were enchanted with prohibitions, untouchable and immutable! No wonder these robes could be left out without fear of theft, because with this kind of shockwave and blades, even the Great Emperor would likely be slain.

Startled, Yusuf Zuck’s figure flickered, retreating more than ten steps back, awkwardly avoiding the blade attack from the robes.

However, Fatty on the other side appeared as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t that no blades attacked her, but rather Fatty opened her gaping maw and swallowed the blades whole.

This woman would eat anything, swallowing Sword Qi and blade lights, seemingly harboring another world in her belly.

Yusuf Zuck watched, dumbstruck. This was just too outrageous, wasn’t it?

"Hmm, this won’t be easy, these two robes are both restricted, with very powerful prohibitions. No wonder," Fatty took a deep breath, "I had heard that White Cloud Temple possessed two Taoist robes that could hide one’s presence, originally worn by the founding temple head. I thought it was just a rumor, and I wondered why these robes hadn’t been stolen, being left out in the open. So it turns out they were restricted, and these kinds of restrictions might even injure the Heavenly Emperor himself, should he try to break through forcefully, right?"

"Fatty," however, believed that someone like the Great Emperor didn’t need to create a scene over a couple of robes.

"Husband, it looks like in order to take these robes with us, we must figure out why they were left here!"

"How do we figure that out?" Yusuf Zuck asked.

"I’ll handle it. Just wait," Fatty said and then rushed off.

In less than ten seconds, she was back, looking at the two portraits with a strange expression and remaining silent.

"What’s wrong? You came back so quickly?" Yusuf Zuck asked, perplexed.

"I searched the soul of that Immortal King and found something in his memories. To get the robes, you have to be the fated one, but who is the fated one? I’m still considering!"

"You should be the fated one, right?" Yusuf Zuck asked, with a hint of amusement.

"But the restrictions attacked me just the same!" Fatty said, confused.

"Shall I give it a try then? With my sword?" Yusuf Zuck suggested.

"Just be careful not to damage the robes," Fatty nodded.

"Alright." Yusuf Zuck took out the Heavenly Slayer Sword, then cautiously, without using much force, lightly struck towards the male robe. His movement was very gentle.

"Hum hum hum~" As expected, the moment the sword tip was about to touch the robe, the robe began to vibrate again, and there was even a flash of light from a blade.

But could a restriction on a robe pose any challenge to the Heavenly Slayer Sword, which even the Big Array of the Heavenly Realm couldn’t withstand?

"Snap snap snap~" After the flash of the blade collided with the tip of the Heavenly Slayer Sword, flashing a few times, the robe stopped vibrating.

And as Yusuf Zuck withdrew the sword, he picked up the male robe directly!

"It’s done~" Yusuf Zuck said excitedly, "I am the fated one!"

Fatty was speechless. What kind of fate was this? It was simply brute force breaking through the defenses!

Yusuf Zuck, however, ignored the confusion in Fatty’s gaze. He proceeded to break the restriction on the female robe too, then tossed the robe to Fatty.

"Husband, I’ll change into it!" Fatty didn’t hesitate and started to undress herself right there, leaving Yusuf Zuck to see an excess of flesh... A truly excessive amount of flesh that he couldn’t bear to look straight at. Indeed, one glance was enough to completely dispel any desires!

"Whew~" With a flick of the black robe, Fatty slipped right into it, fitting perfectly.

However, the moment the black robe was donned by Fatty, she shuddered all over and her gaze became vacant as she closed her eyes!

Yusuf Zuck was startled but didn’t disturb her. Intuitively, he felt that the robe must contain some kind of inheritance.

After about three minutes, he saw Fatty open her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and her shoulders heaving, crying with great sorrow for some unknown reason.

"What’s wrong?" Yusuf Zuck asked softly.

"They are gone... they’ve all passed away," Fatty suddenly turned and collapsed onto Yusuf Zuck, nearly flattening him and bursting into tears.

"How could they be gone? Didn’t they ascend to the Heavenly Realm and become gods?" Yusuf Zuck consoled her, patting her gently.

"You’ll understand once you put on the robes," Fatty said, vigorously wiping away tears, and then knelt in front of the portraits.

"Predecessors, thank you." She kowtowed three times to the two portraits.

Yusuf Zuck thought it over and, though he didn’t know the reason for Fatty’s emotion, he knelt down as well, following Fatty’s lead in paying respect to the two portraits, the departed souls, with three bows.